Sunday, December 07, 2008

In Search of Parsegh Habechian (1909-1989)

The Armenian Poetry Project requests the help of its readers to research Parsegh Habechian (1909-1989).

Many thanks,

Lola Koundakjian


William Michaelian said...

From near the bottom of this page, which perhaps you’ve already seen:

“It was in Yozgat, I were six years old. There remained nothing any more but the women and the children. The chief of the gendarmes joined together everyone and said « Take your belongings, your jewels and your money ! ». After they made us go until in the forest. There, one stopped. The Head left his whistle and it blew of all its forces. Then one considering leaving behind the trees, hundreds of men armed with forks, axes and knives. They massacred everyone after having raped prettiest girls and flown all this we had carried. In this attack, I had clung to the legs of my mother. And when she received the blow of axe which killed her, I fell under her body and then under the others. But the bastards continued to massacre the bodies to be sure that they had died. It is there that I received this blow of axe on my neck. The blade had crossed the flesh of the others. It is what saved me. I remained on the spot during three days, covered of blood, before somebody finds me and looks after me with grease of pork and the sap of the pines to heal my wound.”
(Parsegh Habechian, Uprooted flowers, L.A,1977).
Parsegh HABECHIAN (1909 - april 25, 1989).

William Michaelian said...

Also, for what it’s worth, this just arrived via “the grapevine”:

“He was an amateur actor of Armenian theater in Paris and also corresponded HARAJ Armenian daily in Paris from 1977 to 1986, often signing just B.H.”