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Radio Interview with B.K. Bazhe, Part 3
B.K. Bazhe B.K. Bazhe talks about
his Writing, the Poetry of his
book Identities, and his Art
with Trina Jaye on Writer’s Cramp.
BAZHE is a writer, poet, and artist.
He is the author of DAMAGES
(creative nonfiction)
— Winner in the Writers Digest Awards
and IDENTITIES (poetry).
He is published and exhibited
in Europe and America.
More info at:
http://www.BAZHE.com
Books & Art on Amazon:
http://astore.amazon.com/bazhe-20
YouTube Videos:
http://www.youtube.com/user/BAZHE
Google Blog:
http://bazhe.blogspot.com
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singer…..sardar ali takkar.
poet…….abdul-hameed mohmand…..full kalam/lyrics included..
nan ba shpa zama da yaar pa kem maqam wi…
Abdul Hameed lived1075-1145.a.h.a sufi,philosopher is known to have penned three famous books preserved in the british india office library london.1,nairang-i-ishk.love fascination.2,shah gada…the king and beggar…the beggar king.
3,dur-o-marjan….pearls and corals.
The subject of many books,the auther lived around peshawar area (mashu kheil) all his life.he is quoted as afghan sadi after the well known persian author,also the title mooshagaaf..the hair splitter for his fine poetry.
sher afzal khan barikoti’s book shakun-taraz , the poetry of abdul hameed baba is a great source for references…..
it is quiet common for pashtoon men to go to foreign lands to work and provide for their families.The resources at home are very limited.
The poetry deals with the fond memories of the beloved away on a journey,The lover is vocalizing his own loneliness,her beauty and the shame of staying behind at home,it hurts the ego and pride more, to bear the reverse role and separation..
nan ba shpa zama da yaar pa kam makaan vi
jalwager ba pa kam ghat pa kam dukaan vi
shermawale ba ye husan kam terkan vi
kam dukan baye da khule da duuro kham vi
pa deva ba ye da makh soke patangaan vi
hama khwa ba ye pakaan ka na pakaan vi
wale nashve la de ghama zama dela
che de wavre da da yaar da khle badala..
pa kat-kat ba khandedale vi ka navi
datla hem be ghuledali vi ka navi
her apat ba ye sandale vi ka navi
cha ba haal the pukhtedale vi ka navi
kat puzey ba mundale vi ka navi
ghuncha-bar ba muskedale vi ka naqvi
neshta ma ghunde bepat soke pa yaarey ke
che humdam na shwem da yaar pa da khwarey ke..
pa manzal ba ye saba gora soke mra di
na pohegam che badzad di ka ba ghla di
pa sa shaan ba shekast sta de heir pa zrha vi
da naghme ba ye da zrha naghma pa khla vi
da qadam ba ye pa khla ka makh pa vla vi
wrande kare ba ye cha khawre da pla vi
sazawaar da kkalq setam da her peghore yem
che me yaar pa safer tale za pa kore yem..
ya da yaara sara tale pa safer ve
pa her zay me ghawarha-wale pe vazar ve
ya ye marh da beltana da ghama zer ve
ya pa dwaro stergo tek rhund me nazer ve
ka dana ke de hegez da muntazer ve
khud ba khud me zaan wahale pa khanjer ve
hase pate shwem ter yaar pure makh tore
pa jerga da asheqano ke kuz gore..
sazawar da khalq setam da her peghore ye..
che me yaar pa safer tale za pa kore yem..
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Heres a virtual movie of the celebrated Dundee Scots poet William McGonagall reading his best known poem “The Tay Bridge Disaster” The Tay Bridge Disaster is a poem written in 1880 by the Scottish poet William McGonagall, who has I think been rather unjustly acclaimed as the worst poet in British history,many of his poems were based on news events during his lifetime,and his poems often performed in rough public houses were designed to tell of a recent or well remembered happening not dissimilar from a town cryer so rhyme whilst a device.was not the main purpose of his declamatory style of verse often performed to a virtualy illiterate and semi inebriated lower working class audience. The poem recounts the events of the evening of December 28, 1879, when, during a severe gale, the Tay Rail Bridge at Dundee collapsed as a train was passing over it with the loss of all on board (now thought to be 75 people, not 90 as stated in the poem). The foundations of the bridge were not removed and are alongside the existing newer bridge.
.The poem is by far the most famous ever written by McGonagall, and is still widely quoted.
William Topaz McGonagall (March 1825[1] — 29 September 1902) was a Scottish weaver and amateur poet and actor. He won notoriety as a singularly bad poet who exhibited no recognition or concern of his peers’ opinions of his work. He wrote some 200 poems, including the infamous “Tay Bridge Disaster”, which are widely regarded as some of the worst in British history. Groups throughout Scotland engaged him to make recitations from his works; contemporary descriptions of these performances indicate that many of these listeners were appreciating McGonagall’s skill as a comic music hall character, and as such his readings may be considered a form of performance art. Collections of his verse continue in popularity, with several volumes available today.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2010
The Tay Bridge Disaster
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
‘Twas about seven o’clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers’ hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o’er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale
How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
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ENGLISH SUBTITLE – Neda Agha Soltan Salehi – This poem is dedicated to all those innocent people who have so unjustly lost their lives… RIP Persian Poet 
wild life rifle fire (Otoliths Books, 2010) by Paul Siegell (http://amzn.to/1A0fPV
Words by Paul Siegell (http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com
Music by GRAB 06.17.06 Bonnaroo. Bootleg. Rights retained by artists.
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If you are publishing a poetry book, this tutorial from Xlibris will show you how to check for problems common to poetry manuscripts. You’ll also learn about some layout and design options for poetry publishing.
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Poet Andrew Glaze reads “Book Burial,” a poem for lovers of books and writing.
“. . . refreshing in the intellectual health they show, the direct confrontation of reality.” — Richard Eberhart, The New York Times
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About Writing Books Prose Poetry Stories Tales Arts Books Radio Talks Interview with BK Bazhe Part 2
About Writing – http://www.BAZHE.com
The American Perspective.
Radio Interview with B.K. Bazhe, Part 2
B.K. Bazhe speaks about Writing
with Judyth Piazza.
BAZHE is a writer, poet, and artist.
He is the author of DAMAGES
(creative nonfiction)
— Winner in the Writers Digest Awards
and IDENTITIES (poetry).
He is published and exhibited
in Europe and America.
More info at:
http://www.BAZHE.com
Books & Art by B.K.Bazhe on Amazon:
http://astore.amazon.com/bazhe-20
BLOG by B.K. Bazhe on Google:
http://bazhe.blogspot.com
YouTube Videos:
http://www.youtube.com/user/BAZHE
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Heres a virtual movie of the celebrated British poet ans author Walter De La Mare (1873-1956)Reading his most loved poem “The Listeners”
Walter de la Mare was born in Kent in 1873 and educated at St Pauls Cathedral Choir School. At the age of sixteen he began work in the Anglo-American oil company, where he remained for twenty years. In 1899 he married Elfie Ingpen, a woman some years his senior.
Writing under the pseudonym Walter Ramal he published Songs of Childhood (1902), a volume that reveals his particular talent as a childrens writer. This he followed with Peacock Pie (1913) which remains to this day a well-known collection for children. Songs of Childhood and Peacock Pie emphasise the darker side of childhood, with recurrent strains of sadness, loss and cruelty.
In his early poetry for adults, The Listeners (1912) and Motley (1918), de la Mare established the themes that typified his work in ensuing years: dreams, memory, vacancy, transience. There is a recurrent sense of ghostly presence, with strong tones of faerie and folklore. Few of his poems refer directly to events, people and places, and it is de la Mares ostensible divorce from social actuality that has probably led to his lengthy neglect. In his own time, however, this fey quality was viewed more positively, with early critics such as Middleton Murry and Forrest Reid valuing de la Mare for maintaining a hint of the magical in the midst of modernity. At the same time he was greatly admired for his virtuosity in traditional verse forms. His fluent but conventional prosody leads to a lyrical, song-like pitch that is deeply suited to his unashamedly romantic content.
A friend of non-Modernistic English poets such as Newbolt, Edward Thomas, Wilfrid Gibson and Rupert Brooke, and contributor to Edward Marshs Georgian Poetry collections, de la Mares reputation is popular rather than academic. Several of his poems The Listeners, Arabia and The Mocking Fairy are frequently anthologised.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008
The Listeners (1912)
“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest’s ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
“Is there anybody there?” he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
‘Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
“Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,” he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
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Mushaira Jon Eliya Aliya John Aleya Urdu Poetry Shayari Indian Pakistani Poet Part 2
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Mushaira Urdu poetry Shayari Indian Pakistani Poet mazahiya mushaira shayari shairi raees ansari pakistan urdu poetry pakistani desi ashaar ghazal nazam poem poet romantic hindi hyderabadi lahore karachi islamabad dubai
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