Shiraz wine: the Persian nostalgia— the red color, the joy, the lust, the warmth of the heart— in the coldness of a strange space, a
Martin Foroz (Mohammad Forouzani) was born on the 30th of December 1964 in Tehran, Iran. He holds BA and MA degrees in English Literature and a Ph.D. degree in TEFL. He has been working as assistant professor of English Language and Literature at the University of Nizwa, Oman, since 2014.In the past 19 years, he has been teaching and supervising theses in both fields, but his literary and philosophical bends formed his poetic sense much earlier- at the beginning of secondary school. He insatiably read Persian Literature (his first language) and wrote poems and pieces of prose since he was in high school. His first collection of Persian poems under the title Khaste-tar az zaman (More Tired Than Time) was published in 1997 when he was a Lecturer of English.
The joyful Past acts as a timber for the lugubrious Now— an air of bravura in coma, a kind of rapt in thought, a crippled
False piety his prey Flying in the hatred sky with the wings of anxiety, the only falcon of ungodly realm, was carrying his madness through
With no extrasensory requirement, Mortality, innately inherited, Torn between Evil and Piety, With an infinite length of falsity, And shrinking strength; nature made my edifice
The grandiose hyper-normalization of the faked reality is the result of the corporation cooperation in the society. The armed social media oppressors are mind
Catching a glimpse through a crack, he noticed his life easily passed. Not daring to tell what happened to him, considered himself a smutty cast.
Like the Wordsworth’s “golden daffodils” I like “fluttering & dancing in the breeze” Coleridge’s “caverns measureless to man” is where exists, god of fields or