Showing posts with label Lola Koundakjian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lola Koundakjian. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Lola Koundakjian: My new bookcases will arrive in a week

I empty the old ones and find among deposits of fine dust,
Layers of me at twenty, at twenty-five…

A copy of 100 Years of Solitude in French,
A collection of science-fi ction entrenched around copies of Voltaire.

Then notes in old travel books.
Some souvenirs bought or found.

Cookbooks with recipes of curry, hamam meshwi,
Grandmother’s lentil soup and Mum’s mujjadarah,

As I meander through them, I smile at my Present,
knowing that it and the Future have a solid Past.

12/23/07

This poem was published in the Armenian Weekly's December 2008 magazine. Download the archives here.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Lola Koundakjian: Home

Click here for the audio segment Home read by the author.


Home is where my music
And my notepad
And my art reside.
Therefore I always travel with a piece of home;
Whether it’s my iPod with music
Or a stone in my pocket
Or a photo of my loved one in my wallet
Or my thoughts…

4/30/07

Friday, August 01, 2008

Summertime 2008

Friday, June 20, 2008

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Lola Koundakjian



Lola Koundakjian started writing science-fiction and poetry at an early age. After her move to the US, she worked on short translations in college but shelved her notes dedicating herself to the visual arts.

In recent years she decided to give poetry and literary journalism a shot. Several of her poems have appeared online in The Literary GROONG, and the now defunct website The Modery Story; she has contributed science and technology pieces to the Armenian International Magazine in the early 90s; served on the editorial board of the Ararat Quarterly; interviewed poets, visual artists and musicians for the Armenian Reporter & wrote commentaries for the Armenian Weekly.

Lola runs the Dead Armenian Poets’ Society, which meets on a quarterly basis, and the Armenian Poetry Project, a blog containing text and audio clips. She is a member of Pen America.

Lola is currently working on her first manuscript, a bilingual poetry book.

Monday, May 05, 2008

Commentary: Another Missed Opportunity



The World Voices Festival organized by Pen American Center took place April 30-May 4th in New York City. Over 200 authors descended upon Big Apple to participate in literary events held in cultural centers all over town.

The theme of the festival this year was Public Lives/Private Lives. The forums included topics such as “Celebrating Poetry in translation”, “New Directions in Spanish Language Literature”, “Writing Genocide”, “Contemporary Poetry from the Middle-East, Asia and Beyond”, “Writing Sex and Sexuality”. The participating authors were from all the continents, including developing countries whose language of expression is NOT English and translation services were readily available.

Once again Armenians were missing from such a major world literary meeting. Last year, Eric Boghosian, one of many local Armenian-American authors, participated in an event, but he was absent this year.

As Levon Ananyan of the Writers' Union of Armenia organizes another gathering of Armenian authors for next July, we can ask ourselves why such a gathering in Yerevan. Is it for some back patting? Belly button analysis? Perhaps it would have been a better cultural gesture to send a few authors from Armenia and some others from the Diaspora to participate in world festivals such as the one organized by PEN.

Last year Chouchanik Thamrazian, a graduate student in France, participated in the Rotterdam International poetry festival. But in general Armenians are absent from the international scene. As a result, we are seldom translated, read and, yes, inexistent.

At New York’s Town Hall on April 30, the first major event of this season, Salman Rushdie, chair of the PEN World Voices festival, introduced the evening’s authors, and mentioned the empty chair on stage representing authors who couldn’t attend the festival because of imprisonment or fear of persecution.
Maybe it also represents those who are held back from their countries for lack of initiative and xenophobia.

Audio clips and full of the 2008 PEN World Voices festival details are available by clicking
this link



Lola Koundakjian

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Lola Koundakjian: After 14 days away I return

And yet the number
of dead soldiers
of famine and genocide victims
of homeless people has grown.

When will the tide turn?

June 7, 2007

Friday, January 11, 2008

Lola Koundakjian: I wore white

I wore white at Hrant Dink’s memorial
Because love is everlasting
Hope is immemorial
And thoughts reverberate eternally

March 5, 2007

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Lola Koundakjian: Snowflakes

Snowflakes dancing to the 37th floor

sticking my arm out the window,
they land on my hand,
and melt in 2 seconds.

Copyright Lola Koundakjian
January 2001

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Lola Koundakjian: Recipe for Happiness

2 cups of trust
2 bowls of love
2 bottles of patience.




Copyright Lola Koundakjian
2001

Monday, July 02, 2007

Լօլա Գունտաքճեան: Երկու Անիներ


Սեղանիս վրայ են
Անի քաղաքէն կաւէ կտորներ։

Դարերէ ի վեր կը սպասէին
Որ հայ ձեռքեր հաւաքեն ու
Բերեն այս ափերուն սա իրերը։

Առաջին անգամ բռնեցի զանոնք ու ահա՜
Հեռուէն լուրե՜ր.
Ուրիշ Անի մը եւս կը կանգնի որբ ու քաջ։


Լօլա Գունտաքճեան

This poem has appeared in PAKIN Armenian literary journal in its September 2009 issue.

May 5, 2007

Copyright Lola Koundakjian

Friday, June 22, 2007

Geghard/Գեղարդ


Geghard/Գեղարդ
Originally uploaded by Lola Koundakjian
Photo by Lola Koundakjian

Monday, May 21, 2007

Summertime

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Lola Koundakjian: Sunday Morning

They sit between their shifts with their café amb llet,
their cigarettes and the cognac,
Chatting away the stress, fatigue and loneliness.

The sweepers are loud and vivacious
Hardly noticed by the other patrons
as they leave to continue
with the pledge of "BC NETA!"

Others are reading their País
with their croissant and beer,
still others smoke contemplating the
Sunday hush the city exhales.

The tourists walk by wondering is
this the only café open near
Santa Maria Del Mar, or is
Starbucks as good as the one back home?

I sit hoping to capture a little of this
to take home.


Lola Koundakjian, March 25, 2007

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Lola Koundakjian: After an Italian dinner

Vin Santo -- sweet wine
Made of ripe white grapes..

Dip those biscotti --
finish it off with that double espresso macchiato.

Transport yourself to Florence --
or some tiny Tuscan village such as San Giminiano, where the medieval towers
cast the only shadows THIS side of Sienna.

Think of all the people before you who have admired these paintings at the Uffizi;
Of all the people who have prayed at Santa Croce;
Of all those who hoped one day to see underground portraits hidden since WWII.

Then thank the spirits who transported you there, as part of the continuum called Humanity;
thank your art teachers,
your parents,
your lover,
whomever.

Just be thankful.

1/17/07

Copyright Lola Koundakjian

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Lola Koundakjian: Three cups of Heaven

It was John who mentioned it first:
"I've discovered Saffron Tea", he said.
And was quite determined that it should be "subtle".

"Tea is black", he added, "just as wine is red."
I couldn't agree more.

Patty came in with a care package with IRAN stamped all over it:
bags of prepared Saffron tea, 250 grams of Isfahani Mirzapore exported
directly from EEEERAAAAN, green cardamom barely dried, and a package of Saffron
you can't buy this side of the Atlantic.

Saffron, the other gold.

I poured the water in the pot, added the tea, the pods and the magic powder,
and drank three heavenly cups.


January 6, 2007
Copyright Lola Koundakjian

Monday, January 08, 2007

Lola Koundakjian: Music and Return

Music
Close your eyes and think cha-cha-cha;
close your eyes and think of me
swaying left to right
to the rhythm of the music.
Close your eyes and imagine me.

Dec 7, 2006

This poem has appeared in the Literary Groong on July 21, 2007.

Return

You are back!
As I had hoped.. yet
Who kidnapped your soul
and let your body return?

Dec 10, 2006

Copyright Lola Koundakjian

Friday, December 22, 2006

Winter



Photo by Lola Koundakjian

Monday, November 13, 2006

Lola Koundakjian Աշուն/Fall

Աշուն

Արեւոտ, նոյեմբերեան
Շողեր սենեակիս մէջ։

Հեռաձայնի կապեր մօտ ու հեռու
Սիրոյ ու բարեկամութեան բարատօներ։

Դուրսը դեղնորակ տերեւներ
Կը կտրտուին քայլերու տակ։



Կը նստիմ métro
ու կ՛երթամ ու՞ր,

Ուր որ կամ ես՝ միւ՞ս կեանքիս մէջ.
Բայց ինչպէս ապրիմ հոս ԵՒ հոն։

Կը հասնիմ միւս կայարանը։
Վերջ երեւակայութեան։

Նոյ 12, 2006








Fall
(translated by the author)

Sunny, November
Rays in my room.

Phone calls from near and far
Love and Friendship parades.

Outside turning leaves
Break under my steps

I take the subway
to go to....

... that other life
But how can I live in both places,

I arrive to my destination.
End of day dreams.

November 12, 2006


Copyright 2006 Lola Koundakjian

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Lola Koundakjian: Life/Կեանք

Կեանք

Այս մէկը գործարանի մը մէջ մեռաւ 25 տարեկանին
Ուրիշ մը զինուոր, երրորդ մը կէթոյի մը մէջ նահատակ:
Կին մը շաբաթը եօթը օր կը սպասարկէ,
Քոյրը՝ ուրիշին զաւակները կը մեծցնէ:

Կեանքի հերոսներ՝
Ե՞րբ ձեր կարգին պիտ հանգչիք,
Ո՞վ ձեր զաւակները կը մեծցնէ.
Ո՞վ ո՞վ ձեր մահուն կու լայ:


November 2, 2006
Լօլա Գունտաքճեան
Copyright 2006 Lola Koundakjian

This poem has appeared in PAKIN Armenian literary journal in its September 2009 issue.