Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Red Violine
I am going to ignore all these popping news about who is protesting where, burning what, threatening whom. I am going to think of the man in this video, who plays a red violin, quite awfully if I may say so, but quite beautifully i shall say so, in the ruins of perhaps an abandoned village, in a mountain in north of Tehran which in most likelihood awaits the ugly monsters of developers to wreak havoc to it and turn it into stunningly beautiful marble floored and granite facaded apartment complexes, that are to be occupied by a new-rich of lowest intellects and highest complicity, who has perhaps ascended through a thick rope of connection to the ruling elite in Iran, while acting like a poor populist stinky bearded tuna melt in the oven of the grand leader!
Last time I was in one of such super luxe apartments--with a 270-degree view down Tehran--the host, the Basiji-looking director of some important research center in Iran (who embarrassed us when he exhibited his scientific inadequacy to our foreign academic guest) greeted us with bare feet (no socks) ... We were offered a great dinner while listening to his wife talking about the great sacrifice they made to leave Europe to go back and serve Iran; and then we learned the purpose of the dinner was not to discuss futures of scientific collaboration, but to guide his child (a semi-drop out with miserable GPA) get admission to a Western University ...
For now, I am going to ignore all that and just keep this image in my head, this moving painting, as my friend describes it.
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