tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478365705550169157.post3809877026205016696..comments2022-10-03T02:51:30.808-07:00Comments on Moraline Free: Ardmore, PAHuman Side Presshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07625276629942278844noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478365705550169157.post-77748095393938660022010-03-02T09:24:47.057-08:002010-03-02T09:24:47.057-08:00Gericault died as well from being thrown from a ho...Gericault died as well from being thrown from a horse drawn buggy and this Iranian painter was at least as good as him. I can say this from just the single painting in Javad's basement. It is a painting you do not forget.Human Side Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07625276629942278844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478365705550169157.post-89176840729469737182010-03-02T08:10:33.139-08:002010-03-02T08:10:33.139-08:00You responded ...
"Perhaps the best response...You responded ...<br /><br />"Perhaps the best response to this is nothing, signifying respectful silence, like the silence that populated much of the scotch evening in <br />Ardmore, with wife and child upstairs and bottle of slowing emptying scotch downstairs. It sounds like a moment I never had living in Europe, constantly distracted and displaced. I had very few good conversations. Most of them were <br />actually with people of arab or muslim descent. <br /><br />In Bloomington I knew quite a few Persians. All of them were at great ease at their being profound. The mathematician who taught me last summer showed me pictures of Tehran, but he <br />is of the revolution generation, perhaps our age, and dates Eastern European women. He has a type of Multiple Schlerosis but the women still love him. It would be very interesting to have a conversation with the two of them, Javad and Saleh. <br /><br />This is a very concentrated and important account. A few more pages of this and they give you the Nobel. It catches the feeling that was felt. As you were at Javad's house that night I was perhaps asssuming you were pacing your hut <br />in Bulgaria and setting up the generator for your German LP player. And had acquired the pocket trumped, and were appearing, quite soon, in mountain jazz clubs and paid in feta cheese and wine. I would come off a bus some where and <br />the locals would lead me to the rumored jazz great in the mountain tops. But you would have forgotten your English and your name would have been changed to Stoil. <br /><br />But the Iranian actor, I still can't get that out of my head as well. And then all the painting which came about. I would of course like to visit with Javad next time I get a chance to come out East."Human Side Presshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07625276629942278844noreply@blogger.com