Παρασκευή, 28 Οκτωβρίου 2016

Foreign Land, Hiva Panahi from the " Secrets of the Snow"

Foreign Land
The heart became a museum
The only one who comes to visit
Is loneliness
2000 


From the collection of Hiva's poetry, "Secrets of the Snow" published by Hard Ball Press, NYC, US, 2016

Παρασκευή, 14 Οκτωβρίου 2016

Book lunch for Dr. Hiva Panahi in United Auto Workers conference rooms, NYC, Manhattan

Book lunch for Dr. Hiva Panahi in United Auto Workers conference rooms, NYC, Manhattan

The book lunch will be take place in Sunday, Dec. 4, 1-4 pm at the United Auto Workers conference rooms, New York City, Address is: 256 W. 38th Street, 12th floor, Manhattan

Δευτέρα, 10 Οκτωβρίου 2016

An Introduction to Hiva Panahi Poetry by Nanos Valaoritis




An Introduction to Hiva Panahi Poetry by Nanos Valaoritis
The poems of Hiva Panahi have a sweet flavor of the East. Full of allusions and mostly short, they breathe a quality that stems from a very ancient poetic tradition in which poetry indirectly refers to events that are often tragically nostalgic and intensely passionate, tempered only by the way they are referred to. The intense feelings are enveloped by metaphors and omissions, avoiding direct description. Their particularities are admirable and greatly differ from the way we write in Europe and in the States. Hiva belongs to the great Medes tradition; the intense nuances of powerful feelings come from her Kurdish origin and dramatically colour her poetry.Hiva is exceptional in that with the publication of her first book in Greek, she introduced Greek readers to a little known style, at least in poetry writing. Especially noteworthy is the fact that she translated them first hand from Kurdish to Greek, having mastered the language and tradition of Greece after only eight months.
*On the occasion of the Greek edition of the Hiva poetry, Nanos Valaoritis, 2007, Athens
**Nanos Valaoritis is the most important poet of the Hellenic diaspora since Constantine Cavafy, Emeritus professor at the State University of San Francisco US

Τετάρτη, 5 Οκτωβρίου 2016

A woman’s little gripes

It's like I count the stars so that the dream takes me… I count, they are far, and they so close. That is my breath, my breath of life, this hunted down life, sparkling, multi coloured life, in the glow of the stars …





*Artwork by A. Kamandi form East Kurdistan