A poem of Dream by Hiva Panahi in Michigan Quarterly Review

This article in Michigan Quarterly Review about modern Greek poetry also making reference in of poem of Hiva Panahi from Austerity Measures: The New Greek Poetry and writes:    "This anthology questions categories, genres, registers, and histories in a “rhizomatic” (Deleuze and Guattari) manner to dramatize the crisis of representation in language (through translation), identity (through performance), and politics (through post-revolutionary melancholy). It illustrates the becoming of new multi-lingual, multi-ethnic, multi-generational, multi-medial Greek poetry as a map of intersections that lack center and unity, and instead work as lines of flight in a network of rhetorical, topographical, and leftist intensities: “Dreams come from far away places/The stones, the birds and I take on new forms of life/Dreams have their own road/And we live far away these days, like dreams.” (Hiva Panahi, 415). It coheres around the refusal to mourn revolution and forget revolt. It feeds on the melancholic yet unyielding insistence on multiplicity and process, on roots that move and overspill, on measures that pulsate......." http://www.michiganquarterlyreview.com/2018/04/neoliberal-austerity-and-left-melancholy-by-vassilis-lambropoulos/

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

In the era where all your knowledge transforms into papers

Papers that leaving you one by one

It is wind, huge wind, strange wind

You feel insecurity like a child with papers of kites

The era of big silence

huge without sky and kites

heartbeats out there on that duststorm

What a strange Eros

The eventual, of a hope

Hiva Panahi March 23/2018 NYC

A Woman from Ashes by Hiva Panahi

For death, I have sung

In a rainy night

I have sung

I sent it my white jasmine

I sent it my moon

For my death
I have sung...  2012, Athens 

Μικρές Γκρίνιες Μιας Γυναίκας, Χίβα Παναχί

Αν ξανά πάω στην Αθήνα

Σε κάθε γειτονιά της θα ανάψω ένα κερί

Εναντία στο σκοτάδι που με εδίωκε τόσα χρονιά

Κι θα χαρίσω μια σταγόνα βροχής

Σε όλα τα σημεία που δάκρυζα 
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Voises of PEN America in Governors Island,NY

Last week Sep 9 for a first time of my life I was been in Governors Island,NY for World Voises of PEN America.
Yes, we have 2017 and we are concerned  about varieties issues!

I tryed to spoke out of turn on matter of this days  from my exprience as author. The combination of spiritual identities and mentalities and their obstacles and as example I talked about my Kurdish- Greek spiritual identities.
Yes, I wanted to transfer to my colleagues writers and our people that
the world's human civilization - culture has been built on tears and many sacrifices of creative people!

Hiva Panahi in Governors Island (NYC)

#PenAmerica #HivaPanahi
 #Worker Writers School

 Fall Open House
Saturday, September 9, 2017 | 11:00 am EDT – 5:00 pm EDT
Governors IslandGovernors Island (NYC), Nolan Park #7A

The Worker Writers School, in collaboration with PEN America, hosts our annual “Fall Open House” on Governors Island. Join participants from Domestic Workers United, Taxi Workers Alliance, Street Vendor Project, Picture the Homeless, Retail Action Project, the New York Worker Center Federation, and other organizations in a series of creative writing mini-workshops and book panels with a wide array of writers, activists, scholars, and artists including Pulitzer Prize winner Tyehimba Jess, Ken Chen, Kazembe Balagun, Mark Bray, Jordan T. Camp, Emily Chow Buck, Christina Heatherton, Daniel Anton Johnson, Hiva Pahani, Nikhil Pal Singh, and Daniel Oliver Tucker.

Poetry the voice of missing people!

#Thedocumenta14
Poetry, the voice of missing people!

Hiva Panahi in day of poetry, nyrb NEWS with "Ash Person"

ASH PERSON by Hiva Pinahi
Dreams come from far away places
The stones, the birds and I take on new forms of life
Dreams have their own road
And we live far away these days, like dreams.
(Trans. by Maria Margaronis)
 https://www.nyrb.com/blogs/nyrb-news/readings-from-austerity-measures-the-new-greek-poetry

A woman’s little gripes, Hiva Panahi

I have been in New York just five months but I have already had an emotional attachment to this city. This January I was in Manhattan and was met again with simple things like the simple smiling of people and that was wonderful. In my time at Columbia University I had taken the road to learn about this place by luck with no program and no information. The magical buildings with incredible spiritual aura that was written by Pro Ecclesia Dei. I stumbled into the library with great esthetic; it was a blessing and I had a rare sensation of gentleness. I said hello to Homer, Aristotle, Plato and Cicero. I sat down in the corner near the entry and for hours I had conversation with the statute of Athena; this atmosphere moved me so much. My broken health, my broken life and broken career, there were all the broken pieces of my life - like a prayer for new life in the new city, in New York City.

A woman’s little gripes, Hiva Panahi

Pleasant surprises may not be many but they arrive as essential truths. They come to erase the traces of those weaklings who blocked the flow of our lives. They come to give a potent end to the era of the carnivores we happen to meet, who hurt us in the corners of our lives. Pleasant surprises arise from pure logic, nesting in distant and nearby places.

They are slow to appear, but when they arrive they are light for the eyes.
Truly, in pure logos  flourish the friendliest, most wise human thoughts. Truly logos is discovery. Beyond doubt the experience of truth is poetic, to fill space and time ....


05.12.2017,NYC

An letter from late great Kurdish thinker and poet Maaref Aghaei for Hiva Panahi

This letter belong the late great Kurdish poet and thinker Maref Agaei in 1994 for me. 

He wrote to me" Dear Hiva, your poetry style writing has a powerful feeling and a deep thought, I praise these short poems with such great meaning. I received two of your new poems and I hope we can publish them as soon is possible.  

Please keep on writing!Forward for other poems from you