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Lahzeye Gom Shodeh (The Lost Moment)

by Kamyar Arsani

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1.
"a Dead bone is shaking inside it's grave Recently my stove has been cold and my lamp, missing the light. Sleep took the guard out, and silently, somebody stepped in through the door. In the dark, started flames of fire Not knowing, that looking burned inside watching. Even though I know the secret between those eyes and legend of the night Now I see through holes of a sweet dream Bright fire, burning through the night" - Sohrab Sepehri From the Book of "Marg e Rang" _ (Death of Color) Iranian year of 1330 (1951)
2.
"Bright is the fire burning within the night. and from the smoke design of the past ruins. If comes to ear, a dry voice a Dead bone is shaking inside it's grave Recently my stove has been cold and my lamp, missing the light. Sleep took the guard out, and silently, somebody stepped in through the door. In the dark, started flames of fire Not knowing, that looking burned inside watching. Even though I know the secret between those eyes and legend of the night Now I see through holes of a sweet dream Bright fire, burning through the night" - Sohrab Sepehri From the Book of "Marg e Rang" _ (Death of Color) Iranian year of 1330 (1951)
3.
"I rooted from stream of the night into the whirlpool of sun. Without care I existed: I opened the window towards the rock. I lived the depth of every movement. My awareness did not open the night, did not bring me light. I lived you, the furthest speed. I let it go, so that the pouring of light, could slide the night on my actions. my awake hours closed down: I was the sleep walker on the road of watching. And always there came somebody and gave me a gift of fear and always a hay walker stepped by me and next to me dropped a wheat of secret. Always there was me, and the big dark. I stayed with the madness of the sun. And from the travels around the sun I have arrived filled with darkness of the light: I have become a longer shadow. and I am standing like a shadow over the edge of light. Night splits open, smile blooms, earth wakes up. Morning rises from clay of the sky. and the night branch of my thought will lean over the edge of time." - Sohrab Sepehri From the Book "Avar E Aftab" (Ruin of the Sun" 1340 Iranian year. (1961)
4.
"Swamp of my room became dull. and I could hear the whisper of blood in my veins. My life was being spent in a deep dark. This darkness, filled the design of my existence. the door opened and he blew in with the wind, lantern in his hand. beauty was free and i was waiting for them to arrive; it was the shapeless dream of my life. a smell whispered in my eyes. My veins stopped beating all the strings that showed me to me were burning in the fire of his lantern. Time was not moving within me. I was a naked excitement. lantern hanging on the space he was searching me in the light weaving the threads of my room and didn't find way to me. a breeze drank the flame of the lantern. a breeze was dancing by and I was shaping in a design. In the depth of darkness of my room i could be found. found, for whom? They are not here anymore. did they blend into the ghost of the room? a smell moved warm between my veins I felt as if they are searching me with their lost existance and how often I waste time searching my own place: somebody got lost here." - Sohrab Sepehri from the Book "Zendegi e Khab ha" (life of sleeps) 1332 Iranian years. (1953)
5.
"In empty body of this room, smoke blinded human what door are you starring at? doors are closed and their keys lost in the dark. breeze is leaking from the walls: Flowers are shaking on the rug. clouds are waving at a colorful horizon rain of stars filled your room and you are lost in the dark smoke blinded human! legs of your old chair is digging into the ground willow tree is growing from your bed and is searching for itself in the ceramic pool of our yard. an image is hanging on the branch of the willow tree a child that has the sleep of your eyes just like he is starring at you and you in the middle of thousand empty designs you are starring into me smoke blinded human I have sen you in every lonely night and I have seen you in the glasses you wondering beast come closer come lets crawl into our shadows doors are closed and their keys lost in the dark. let me open the window on you smoke blinded human moved over the ceramic pool jumped towards me crying window's glass broke and the monster in the glasses, glass of its life shattered." -Sohrab Sepehri from the book "Zendegi e Khab ha" (life of sleeps) 1332 Iranian years. (1953)
6.
"Oh what a glory there is! in the loyalty of surfaces! The great cancer of loneliness! My surface is all yours one person came in and stretched my hands towards muscles of heaven. some one came in whose light of morning religion was in the middle of his shirt buttons. and from the hay of old Quran built a window. Like yesterdays of thought, it was young. his throat was filled from the blue of chatts some body came in took my books. drew a balanced ceiling of flowers over my head. made my evening open with windows facing windows put my table under the rain of spirituality. Then, we sat down. We talked about repetitive minutes. Talked about the words that spent their lives in the middle of waters. Our opportunity, under the appropriate clouds, like a drunk pigeon had a happy weight. it was midnight, from gathering of fruits, design of trees were strange. the stream of our sleep went to waste. and then we swam in the lake of body. and in the wet stomach of the garden, morning appeared. " - Sohrab Sepehri from the book "Hajm e Sabz" (Green Weight)

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Taghdim be khaharam:
To my sister:
Kimia
For always being the sound of every plant.

To Sohrab Sepehri
For showing me life
when, there was none.


To Abbas Kiarostami
For his vision, patience, and his wide views of narrow roads.

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released May 8, 2020

All songs written, performed and mixed by Kamyar Arsani
Mastered by: TJ Lipple
Album cover art designed and drawn with help of Maya Renfro

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Kamyar Arsani Frederick, Maryland

Kamyar Arsani, a scholar of the Daf (the Iranian frame drum) is an Iranian multi-instrumentalist, singer and songwriter. Through his solo work and numerous collaborations, Arsani creates music across an array of styles, ranging from classical Persian music to genre-defying punk and electronic experimentation. ... more

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