Stop reading and watching close to my screen, trying to figuring out and absorbing what i have learnt today. About learnt and learned i have a vividly memory back to the first year of immigration. we had a big fight according to which one is correct? Finally we realized both of them were completely accurate, the one is used in British and the second in American language which is smoother and kinder if you ask me.

Anyway when i decided to add this part to this marvelous home, i was totally determined and dogged to write smt everyday, boosting up my self confidence and practicing in my second world.
To be honest with me, it was harder than i would though, so Iv'e never done it because i couldn't overcome my fears and lack of confidence to start. 
Today, reading Jumpa Lahiri's book" in another language" makes my day and inspired me to do it even with ample of mistakes and weakness. No matter it's not fascinating and engaging, i can keep writing and making love with words.
she wrote the book in Italian from scratch however i can't understand her enthusiasm to learn diligently another unrelated language, i admire her passion.
Everything started from summing up simple and pure To-do-lists and ordinary diary probably full of boos and misapprehensions but never mind. who cares? Do it if it's killing you. Maybe the other day your curiosity will stop and you will be relief. I'm not pretty sure but i'm just telling and writing to warm up my hands are walking on unknown Keyboards after a while, so i'm continuing to alleviate my scary moods. It will work. I'ts not the first time i got nervous about writing. I know how to deal with it. Having to write as much as i can, then words accidentally in an aha moment which is a sublime time, will show me the other hidden face that i can easily fall in love with, so i have to be waited and patient to attain the rays of sunlight through words are glued to clouds.
started today with Morshed and margarita that is nice but not too much attractive. I pulled between it and Franny and zoei. eventually, farny won but i wanted to read it first, so i'm now,in the middle of the book, the professor's black cat began speaking. The process of killing and murdering authors reminds me of Iranian writers institute. Both Rassion dictatorial years and still iranian have the same journey and the familiar concept. 
The second reading part of morning was cogitating on short story. The one was "unfinished story" written by Bijan najdi, a well- known Gilanian writer. I enjoyed a lot to read a simple and deep story which has a pure scene of veterinary surgeon to the end of a dying relationship between a couple who live together physically but far away mentally base on their different lifestyles. 
The woman is a housekeeper and seeing around to get an interesting news from neighbors otherwise the man is coming back from a melancholy happening that arrived a died cow. They are living extremely far in a long distance globes. we can grasp this by digging into only two paragraphs that Najdy explained very well.
The second one suddenly happened to me when i was strolling Instagram, Najme my new old philosopher friend told me that she was just ended a story from Jumpa named" hell, Heaven".
 without any hesitation, started to read, the coolest part was iv'e known its translator that was one of my new friends named Amin.
Anyway, i started and couldn't put it down until the end. was amazing like always but the last part was a little bit sentimental, overall was really awesome and inspiring. The most important thing that makes me surprised to read jumpa each time is that how vigilant and observant she is to watch many intricate details of life.
In my point of view, that's why she was born and raised in a different culture with a parent who were stick to their world played the key role because sh has the opportunity to separate either her language as a whole world of living, i mean English and her parent world as the first thing she confronted in her life.
To recapitulate, she simply could detach herself from both worlds, staying up and observing again like a God.
These days,she chooses Italian language to regain herself as a writer. It's not impossible but harder than any types of imagination.
her choice is kind of cool but luxurious thing. Any American iv'e ever seen were fond of french or Italy. why any of them does not like to learn Farsi or Arabic? Because those languages are not fancy enough to swim inside.
Then i start reading funny in Persian written by Firooze Jazayeri duma. As always her book makes me laugh loudly and crazy to finish it at once but i avoid this and control myself to read it tomorrow.

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