Monday, June 29, 2009

This video is called "Poem for the Rooftops of Iran - June 19th, 2009", and it's by mightierthan. It seems fitting to me to post a poem for Iran from Iran after posting one for Iran from America. I hope Allah is as great as they shout from the rooftops he is.



This video is another photo montage of the protests alternating between images of inhuman brutality and scenes of transcendently inspiring defiance. It's set to "Tehran Jange" (Tehran at War) by Iranian rap group CyrusMafia, which is now my favorite Persian rap song ever (and yes, I have heard other Persian rap, which is also extremely good).


Poem I wrote about the Iranian election aftermath and a sunset...

On the 20th I couldn't look away from twitter for almost the entire day. After hours of tweeting back and forth about the situation in Iran and watching events unfold in near real-time thanks to sites like twitter, youtube and facebook, I couldn't take anymore. So I decided to head to the beach and smoke a nice central nervous system dampening cigarette while watching the sunset. It was cloudy that day, but you could still the sun at certain points....

Later as I walked back to my car, I was thinking very absently about I have no idea what, and then suddenly this poem wrote itself unbidden in my head. I guess hyperfocusing on Iran and then calmly watching that sunset set my brain to percolating. So I walked back to the car, took out my notebook and a pen and wrote this down almost word for word as it appears here.


Saturday, June 20, 2009


Protesters swarm the streets

Militants, heads covered in red, filled with red,

Throw tear gas in their midst and beat them with sticks.


Black and gray clouds smother the sky

The sun has already vanished behind them

On its way to the other side of the world


Today they shot Neda in the heart

A doctor tried to save her as the throng around her wailed

Blood spurt from her eyes and mouth

But she dies within the minute.

The sniper on the rooftop slinks away

In search of another victim?

Or to ask forgiveness?


There’s a space above the horizon

It measures from the top of my pinky to the first knuckle

There, there are no clouds

There, the golden glow of the sun shines unabated


A grim phalanx of Revolutionary Guardsmen

Bar the way to Revolutionary Square.

People mill about,

Throw bricks at the men encased in uniforms and guns,

Chant “Allahu Akbar”—God is great.

The guards are implacable—they don’t engage.

We must get past.

The chant changes, now “Don’t fear, we are together”.

Our hearts are strengthened

The crowd swirls with new intentionality

We’re about to storm the barricade

A voice cries “join us!”

The men with guns ignore the plea

But you can see the uncertainty in their eyes.

Maybe tomorrow they’ll see the light?


The golden horizon looks like paradise from a distance.

Why is it so far away?


Credit goes out to ac00261 and the late king of pop for the following video:

Sunday, June 28, 2009

MILF update + a cross dresser for good measure

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OK I’m using this thing for real this time! OR, Icarus’ MILFy Adventure

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