Author: Robab Moheb
Lugn begins her journey with impressions that daily life through the dusty nebula of years have shared with her, not the chairs, not the positions, not the carrier. She only tells from her experience with ‘us’, what happened to her and that neither psycholgists nor any organisation of human could aid.
Lugn faces a broad field without a ride. To portrait a broad field without riding out, requires an own portfolio of instruments. And Lugn selects with great poetic precision her instruments in her sleeping room, her working room, her kitchen… And this makes her poem magnific, because the knife, the screwdriver, the pliers… all find their place in her poetry, without diminution of the grand lyrical essence.
Lugn, on her journey, travels through the many alleys of poetry and, as an adventerous explorer, discovers unknown lands. Sometimes, like Picasso, she deconstructs or even destructs: to the reader, scarced, for a moment, she may appear to be ‘the butcher’ sitting therein the poems.
Lugn is well aware of the profound meaning of life, love and death, moreover the instantaneous presence of ‘time’, time that is sand… through her fingers, time that disappears from the horizon of her view. ‘She’ knows what she exactly expects from her ‘word’.
نویسنده: رباب محب