Եղիշե Չարենց: [Օ՛, գրքերի աշխարհը ]
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Նուարդ Մանուէլեան։ Վախից այն կողմ
ես իմ երկինքն եմ փնտրում
ճամբարենով յայտնի ու անյայտ
տեսանելի ու գաղտնի
իմաց ու անիմաց։
եւ ես իմ քարտէզն եմ գծում
թանաքով ու մատիտով
իւղով ու իւղաներկով
մրոտած մատներով։
ես լքում եմ հողը,
կրակը,
ջուրը
օդը։
եւ ես անցնում եմ վախից այն կողմ։
2008
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Իգնա Սարըասլան։ Ճիւղ
Monday, August 09, 2010
Michael Akillian: Self portrait
His entire body is a stenciled crate
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Michael Akillian: The Life course
This poem is part of the volume entitled "The Eating of Names", published by Ashod Press, 1983. It is reprinted here by kind permission of the author.
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Michael Akillian: Ascent
This poem is part of the volume entitled "The Eating of Names", published by Ashod Press, 1983. It is reprinted here by kind permission of the author.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Michael Akillian: Another poem about colored leaves
falling from the morning skies of New England,
of frost like a small white bird climbing
the panes cut with isosceles light,
of pumpkins stealing from the star-dark porch
in search of vines,
but it isn't so.
This is about a woman who paints herself red
and goes out to inflict
upon herself the onus of our attention.
It's about standing here
while she, flustered but adamant,
circles the yard collecting
what she can manage of departure.
And it's about how much I love this loneliness,
heavy as the weight of fallen leaves
and slow as the slow of sap that huddles
towards the vague bus constant promise of the dark.
This poem is part of the volume entitled "The Eating of Names", published by Ashod Press, 1983. It is reprinted here by kind permission of the author.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Hamazkayin NY lecture on ’’PRESERVATION AND TEACHING OF WESTERN-ARMENIAN In Armenia"
New England poet Michael Akillian
Mike Akillian was born in Boston MA and grew up in Watertown MA--a rich melting pot of Armenians, Greeks, Italians and Irish--and was actively engaged in Armenian music, dance, poetry, and literature. He attended the Amos Tuck School of Business Administration Executive Program at Dartmouth College and holds an M.S. in Science Communication from Boston University and a B.S. in English from Northeastern University.
Mike has worked as a writer and editor, a marketing executive for high-tech and non-profit organizations, and consultant in marketing and strategic planning for institutions across many industries including higher education. Most recently he served as Vice President for Enrollment, Marketing and Communications at Wheelock College in Boston where he also led the College’s strategic planning using an approach he devised that is recommended by the Association of Governing Boards to its 1,200 member institutions.
In addition to being a published poet, Mike holds national and international awards in writing and communications. He lives with his wife, Carol, in Amherst NH and can be reached at mike.akillian@gmail.com.
Michael Akillian: The Painting
The canvas is a composite --
valley rising to meadow drying
into sleek desert;
a tree, broad and creviced, squats
beneath its shadow in the foreground
and counterbalances with a single distant mountain.
Except for the sky, everything is some shade
of earthworking and the texture of rich soil
that so enticed invaders.
The people are of earthtones too. The man
by the tree standing in the shade
of his mustache is almost sepia,
the young man in the meadow, the women
whose skin darkens to the tawny sand
of the desert where they walk.
It is the reds are missing.
I squeeze red onto the immediate starkness
of the white palette -- red
the shade all red things want to be.
In one place I mix tree sap, dark,
viscous, until I see bubbles trapped
and trying to rise like something
that wants to say itself.
I use a matchstick.
Clods of clay and dark earth I mash
into another for texture. I use
a horse hoof.
Onto a third I pour fine sand to break
the brightness. My tongue stirs in its saliva.
I finish this painting for you
Uncle Aram, patriarch, broad and strong,
lashed to the tree and burning with it
mingled in sizzles and smoke,
and for you cousin Carnig,
buried in your earth to the shoulders.
As the horses grew large you bit back
your eloquence and spoke with silence,
and for you Maral, small deer,
plunged early into womanhood
all along the wide, relentless arc
of beaten sand steps
that never did close the circle.
This poem is part of the volume entitled "The Eating of Names", published by Ashod Press, 1983. It has appeared in ARARAT and is reprinted here by kind permission of the author.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Գառնիկ Տէօքմէճեան: ԴԷՊԻ ՆԱՀԱՆՋ
Քալէ՛, քոյրս,
Ինչու՞ ի զուր
Ջանքերդ կը թափես
Փրկելու համար
Դժբախտ այս ազգդ քու.
Մոռցի՛ր, քոյրս,
Եկուր ազատինք
Վազե՛նք, յառաջ`
Դէպի մեր նահանջը:
Մօտեցի՛ր, եղբայր,
Արձակեմ քեզ
Այդ արիւնոտ կապանքներէն`
Ձեռքս ունիմ բանալին.
Եկուր յանձնենք մեր բեռը
Պատմութեան էջերուն`
Շալկելն այլեւս ի՞նչ իմաստ ունի.
Քալէ՛ միասին երթա՛նք`
Դէպի մեր նահանջը:
Զանգը լսէ՛, հայրիկ,
Ժամանակն է եկեր
Հանգչեցնելու յոգնած հոգիդ`
Սգաւոր, վրեժխնդիր.
Հեռանա՛նք այլեւս
Աղէտէ, կորուստէ, թշնամիէն.
Կը սպասեն մեզի, հայրիկ
Աճապարէ՛, երթա՛նք`
Դէպի մեր նահանջը:
Ա՜խ, մայրիկ, հաւատա՛
Օտար այս կանաչ ափերուն վրայ
Խաբեցինք մենք մեզ.
Վերապրողներ՝
Սփռուած, կորսուած,
Չկրցանք վերապրիլ
Մեր արմատները երկնցնել.
Այլեւս ի՞նչ իրաւունք ունինք գոյատեւելու:
Մնաց` ո՛չ յոյս, ո՛չ ճառ,
Ո՛չ լոյս, ո՛չ ապագայ.
Ո՞վ կ'ուզէ ականատես ըլլալ
Իր ազգին մահկանացու կնքելուն.
Ա՛ռ ձեռքս,
Ա՛ռ սիրտս,
Վազե՛նք, յառաջ`
Դէպի մեր նահանջը:
-Գառնիկ Տէօքմէճեան
Արհեստով փաստաբան՝ Գառնիկ Տէօքմէճեանը կը բնակի Լոս Անճելըսի մէջ, որտեղ նաեւ ծնած եւ հասունցած է: Ան շրջանաւարտ է սոյն քաղաքի մէջ գտնուող Ֆերահեան ազգային վարժարանի եւ կը զբաղի հայերէնի լեզուաբանութեան եւ Սփիւռքի մէջ հայ ինքնութեան պահպանման նիւթերով:
Karnig Dukmajian is a practicing attorney in Los Angeles, where he was born and raised. He graduated from that city's Ferrahian Armenian High School and has a keen interest in Armenian linguistics and the preservation of Armenian identity in the Diaspora.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Ana Arzoumanian: Lecturas en Bartolomeo
Click here to view a video of the author reading her work:
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