”Poetry from Hell”

In 2007, while still living in Iran, I went to Zaragoza, Spain, and spoke of Tehran as the hell of the Orient. I could not find any destiny in its development, streets, and spaces. That was my definition of hell: a place without destiny. Tehran was a hell. Ilhan Berk, the great Turkish poet, whom I knew, wrote: All the colors of poetry come from hell.

The City and the Writer: In Tehran with Mohsen Emadi

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