#4 “A Glympse PP De-Aanand *Tyran Prizren Spahiu * Dotism Journal
With an eye patched, i reflect a poet’s thought…transgressing his many writings… blading threading weaving one by one, every word phrase verse paragraph, until the silhouette of his absolute soul existence crystalizes… and see the multi-faceted brilliance of his works in its perfect purity.__all poets are my lovers [males /females], they are not to be meagre seeds, but rather some spring sprouts clamouring their vines to reach an endless end; i have a need to hear not only his tickling ink voices, but also to chew the “unreal”, the intractable… i need to be dragged to utterance than into analysis; i need to be bolted dazed into a paralytic plane… when i meet a person, i catch his eyes… read what it says, dissect its movements, imprison its thoughts, dig deeper into its structural despot_thereby, my imagination starts to paint sculpt draw a discursive portrait!
Tyran Prizren SPAHIU
“No matter where I go, you will hear the voice behind
“He was here.”
POETRY is a memorial unique value
1954, born in Prizren.
Primary and Secondary Education completed in hometown.
University education in Pristina – Kosovo – English Language and Literature
Poet Tyran Prizren Spahiu, a prodigious Albanian poet, explores the themes of love and emotionalism… the cries on the dismal unbearable society’s inequality and nature as a literature inspirations. His poems written in its original Albanian language, which have earned him multiple awards, though the automatic English translations have unfortunately lost the true and expressive meaningful passion.
#1 “DESPISED CREATURES”
To write, I have very hard,
I do cower , miss the tears,
life is dried, friendship suppressed,
believe me, in conscience I feel violated,
I see them every day , downtown are,
shy, lying on the street, wandering,
boy without reaching eight, bread requires,
today in the rain, he has to eat.
I nipped my lips , offered helping hand,
looks at me, I see he is confused,
my soft voice invites, come come with me,
hungry you are, right? Come to our eating house.
Stabbed me in the spirit, his feared look,
careful he is, eyes are watery,
I do not know, due to fog or rain, shakes ,
crunches the mucus, has accepted the invitation.
Give courage, do not fear, I will fed you!
feel you will, the world of full stomach people ,
then we’ll go, to clothing store at the corner,
winter is near, you need to be warm.
Waving voice ,father is gone, never I have seen him,
mother passed away, several years ago,
sister, at plane tree, fire has kindled,
we live together in the attic, in a room there.
Go on, take your sister, come to the dress shop,
is time for boots, it’s getting cold,
then we’ll go to nearby restaurant,
blood must be fed , you need care.
By far, numerous sneezing are heard,
young lady before reaching ten,
justice! I would like my eyes to be blind;
hope never to see again, this horrible scene!
by: Tyran Prizren Spahiu
He starts his poem [Poem #1] structured with an intro of his emotional pains,(the signifier) then the [signified (the boy)], then the body of the poem [the signification]. This kind of poetry can have multiple layers… like where is God? Why are man not equal?
What About God?
are man born equal?
no… only in physical body
not in intellect talent beauty
can we blame God, our creator?
no… how we develop
mentally physically is our own doing
just like in cooking
we are given the same ingredients
how savoury is the results… depends! by: _ade c. 2018
#2 MYSTIC NATURE
Nature is mystical beautiful
love, embracing is this space
in me, tearing calmness reigns .
Sunlight penetrates this fairytale world
enjoying are the orchids,
…. clear winter clean has all the impurities
far away from dirtiness tenderly enjoys freshness.
Peacocks dance the waltz of Vienna
mountain water recalls piano notes
melt glide as the fascinating symphony.
As one with the wonder miracle surroundings
drunk is ecstasy, lust breathes,
the magic of the beautiful sails
brilliance with all mystical power is rampant.
Harmony accompanied with the green landscape colours
flow with the angels to the endless horizon …
TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU
The above [poem #2] is a delightful, very picturesque painting of nature… through Tyran’s playing of languages, with an introduction of the in-itself (the author) having the for-itself temporality of emotions, his calmness, that of feelings, the sight enjoys, the symphonies sound of, the freshness of water, free from any impurities, and concluding in the for-other- self, (the world) …Tyran has reflected on the temporality of unitary being for-itself, which is perpetually always at a distance with the in-itself. _ade c.
dark is night
by the river bank
tracing of our love gone by _ade c. 2018
#3 POET’S NECTAR
Waking up with the birth of the day
feelings greening attacks,
the range of bees casts beauty
fed is with strawberry’s nectar
Tired tries to stretch over the foliage
becoming a bridge embroiders my eyes,
builds the nest in the shadow of the chrysanthemum
friends are coming to offer help.
As the King’s Noble brigade
given are to work recalling Poets
step by step the castle is built
precious ones are as the verses of anthology.
Environment that animates the life of the wizard
announced is the quiet in twilight,
odyssey raised is the pyramid of literature
eternity built is, on the walls of the letters.
TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU
The [poem #3], Tyran has meditated on the intricate co-existence of the bees in the building of a castle… it is a good structure. In the creation of a poem, one has to tie his words as to the message he wants to convey, weaving words that would soothe the the sound and would touch the emotion of the readers, which Tyran calls “walls of letters”… though, it must not be a random gathering of beautiful words, creating a Chinese Chop – Suey, no matter how short or long, it must form a scene, a painting like in essay or story, it must have a theme,(signified) which is usually what the title is; a body (signification) and the power of the language (the signifier).
fresh in its beauty [the 2 first lines are the signification why beautiful]
a beautiful woman seen. [woman(the signified) [ [beautiful (the signifier)]
[this very short Haiku presents a total scenario]_ade c. 2018
by Cijo Joseph Chennelil
Critic, Author, Writer, Poet, Professor
PP D’Aanand Administrative Officer
Your poem titled “Mystic Nature” is a poem that pays rich tributes to the overwhelming beauty associated with nature and the flora and the fauna in her, in fact nature is the interminable storehouse of knowledge, wisdom and information, all the ideas which do exist in the world are directly or indirectly related to nature only, nature is an enigma and it is very difficult to unlock this indepth mystery, the haunting beauty of nature is bewitchingly striking, the phenomena which do revolve around in nature are inclined towards the domain of love because the most unselfish realities of this world are present in nature only, but the human beings in this world live in the consolation of the graveyard, there is absolute turmoil in a seemingly quiet self of the individual here, the energy giver of the world, the Sun makes its appearance everyday sprucing up the vitality and strength of all the animated and inanimated creatures here in this world, as the Sun enters the Earth’s atmosphere, the flora and fauna Kingdoms are buttressed to the core, the anomalies of the world are purged by the onset of the sunlight, even the crooked and unscrupulous aspects of life are turned into crystal clear by the bright light of truth, the happiness is all pervasive everywhere, the sound bytes created by the wonders of nature bring joy unbounded to everyone around, the symphonies of the natural world set the landscape so harmonious, fortifying and enticing, the genuine realities of the world furnish us all with bliss, ecstasy and unblemished and unadulterated happiness, there is that insatiable insanity called desire raring to go into a hyperactive mode at anytime, the sophisticated and advanced nature of the world keeps us all in awe and mesmerisation, at the end the turbulence of the embryonic phase is replaced by the new dawn of harmony, serenity and peace, here nature works in tandem and conformity with peace to create a heavenly feeling here on earth.Kudos to you for composing such a marvellous poem related to the glorification of the authentic wonders innate in nature. Cijo Joseph Chennelil Kuravilangad.The Head of the English Department.Kristu Jyoti College, Changanassery, Kottayam, Kerala, India.All Copyrights Reserved@.On 8th May 2018.
from: Dr Jernail S Aanand
Poet Philosopher Writer Author
PP D’Aanand… President Founder
Dr Tyran is an established voice from Kosovo… an Albanian
whose love for the sanctity of human life rings through all that he writes. His poetry shows a deep understanding of human life which is bereaved in the absence of love and he has a transcendent vision of a life in which human values hold the centre stage. Poets do not call a spade a spade. They can call anything a spade. Poetry states what remains to be said in prose. I welcome Dr Tyran in our Philosophique Poetics as a voice of love reason and faith in man and his potentialities as a living replica of God. …Dr Jernail Singh Anand
from: ade caparas manilah
Poet Designer Artist Author
PP D’Aanand… Co-Founder
In this particular issue, our Critic, Prof. Cijo Joseph Chennelil, has rendered a very thorough enlightening lovely analyses of Tyran’s poem “Mystic Nature”… while
Dr Jernail S Aanand has rendered his admiration and praises for Tyran’s works… my deep thanks to my dear colleagues. __while this time, i tried to emphasize some pointers on the creation of a piece of writings, like poetry.
I love all the writings of Tyran Prizren Spahiu, his many great thoughts touch all the phases of our modern societies. Congratulations Tyran Prizren Spahiu and i wish you more and more success.
ade caparas manilah wednesday 8:43pm 09 may 2018 sydney nsw australia