Subtitled version of Inja Kojast Inja Iran Ast Sarzamine Mano To – a woman recites a timely poem while filming the rooftop shouting of “Allah-o Akbar” in Iran yesterday.
Audio added from a live performance by DJ /rupture & Andy Moor.
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June 21, 2009
gorgeous, but you hinted previously, what about the rest of us? I’ve followed the inevitable revolution in Iran most of my conscious life, probably from a disenchantment with the excesses of the western world. When all is sick, ill, and processed to impose paradise. The original revolution of 79 was truly glorious, full of promise, but passed on to religious bullshit!
Where are we at as a species? Maybe we are all Iran… and there is no victory. Only an acknowledgment that we are one species staring in the face of our own demise, or even better yet, our own evolution.
June 21, 2009
hauntingly mesmerising
June 21, 2009
[...] mudd up! [...]
June 21, 2009
just painfully beautiful, thank you for putting this together and sharing.
July 4, 2009
Maaaan! I love your blog so much.