1994_11 The Daily Collegian November 1994

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Hye Sharzhoom
November 1
Armenian Jilm festival
.Nov. 1 — "Burntgaby]~- &y pautChaderjian
A/ov. *S — "Paul Bowles in Morocco"
"The Art of Rufino Tamaya: The Sources of His
Art" "Memories of Berlin: The Twilight of the
Weimar Republic" "Los Angeles" -
By &ary Conklin (Chankalian)
fitov. IS — "Charles Gary: A Streetfighter in the
Courtroom" - \8y Roxanne Igezjian . *    .
3 Urn festival will take place at JVlcHane
Mall, #eoo#tt 221 from 6pm - *S:30 pm
Jree Admission to all presentations
Dear Editor,
I would like to respond to an
article in your October issue of
Hye Sharzhoom, by Lara
Simonian about the "Armenian
Character." I would just like to
say that I found that article very
interesting.. ,1 am 29 years old
and 1 have lived in the U.S. for
about 24 years. I've read many
books about our homeland. I've
learned many things about our
nation, military conquests and
. defeats. Tye learned about great
achievements in medicine, I've
read about act and music. I've
takea in all this information.
When 1 read Miss Simonians s
article, I felt a pride about our
people that's difficult to put into
words. It's not shocking to me,
that people who are enduring
such hardships, burycrmake
gifts to strangers. That bracelet
that Miss Simonian was given is
just another testament of the
character of such a noble people.
It fills my heart and makes me
proud to be able to be apart of a
race of people, known as Arme¬
nian. Some day I hope to go
there and live among such hon¬
orable people as that little old
Thank you,  Miss Simonian
for such a wonderful story.
\w Apelian »
CSP-Corcoran, California
Dear Editor,
Someone should check Hye
Sharzhoom for accuracy of dates
and names. In your November
1993 issue, the article by Mr.
Scott Abajian Asmar, "Arme¬
nia: Where It's Been and Where
It'sGoing"haserrors. The Arab
invasion was in Ae 10th century
AD. The massacres of 1894-96
were ordered by Su 1 tan Abdul
Hanud. The massacres of Aoana
were ordered by the Young
Turks, (Enver Talaat and Jemal)
in 1909.
There are plenty of books and
savvy Armenians in Fresno to
. give you the correct informa¬
tion.
Sincerely, S'
Nishan Nercessian
Westminster, California
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Dear Editor,
I really enjoy the paper. I'm not
Armenian but my husband is. I
really enjoyed the November issue
because it had a recipe- Keufta. I
liked it because it was American¬
ized!!! I read about the class of
Norma Der Mugrdechian and
would like the Yalance recipe. Is
there a good Americanized Arme¬
nian recipe book? Please add reci¬
pes to your paper. Thanks.
Adrienne Chakerian
Reedley, California
Dear Friends at Hye Sharzhoom,
I must write to let you know how
happy I am to be receiving your
paper. I am of Armenian heritage
from the East Coast and through¬
out my eighteen plus years since
moving out west, have not come in
contact with more than two or three
Armenians in that time. I'm the
type of person who might hear
someone in a department store, for
instance, speaking Armenian to
another and I run up to that couple
crying, "Hye es!? Yes hye em!!..
I' ve been countered with a strange
look or two, but most times I feel
it's like running into lost family.
Which brings me to the reason I
was compelled to write. I read
Stephan Bulbulian's very eloquent
poem in your November issue en -
titled This Mountain. I wanted to
compliment Mr.' Bulbul tan and let
him know that it touched me. I'm
in the middle of reading The Forty
Days of MusdDagh and so feel
particularly vulnerable.
I think it's very important to pass
down to our children an apprecia¬
tion of our heritage. We must al¬
ways remember who we are and
how miraculous it is that we, by
God's grace are stilt here as a
people! Although scattered to
the ends of the earth, the an¬
cient blood of Armenia runs
through our veins. No matter
what country we many find
ourselves in, we are all fam¬
ily. We have survived, against
the odds. We have the tenac¬
ity an the strength of the faith
of our forefathers to attribute
to that.
I am proud to call myself an
Armenian and am so pleased
to know that there are 30,000
or so of them in the Fresno
area alone! So when I call the
staff at Hye Sharzhoom
"friends" it's because I feel a
connection when I read your
publications and when I see
the faces in the photos, and
read the last names, and let my
eyes caress the shapes of our
unique alphabet..: I feel a tug
in my soul. We are the legacy
that has survived the trials of
the ages. Let us not forget, let
us remember.
Sincerely,
Madelaine Hairrell
Los Banos, California
P.S. May your press run, as
well as our people, grow and
prosper!
Dear Editor and Respected
Friends,
We received with pleasure
your newspaper and are hope¬
ful that we will receive it regu¬
larly in the future. I thank you
for your thoughtful ness as the
paper is very interesting.
We read with interest the
story in the October issue
about the recent publication
of Dr. Dickran Kouymjian's
"The Arts of Armenia." That
work is very important in mak¬
ing Armenians and non-Ar¬
menians aware of Armenian
art."
I also received the Novem¬
ber issue, and was very im¬
pressed by Dr. Vahakn
Dadri an' s artic I e on the Geno¬
cide.
Sincerely,
Sarkis Selian - Editor, Nor
Gyank newspaper
Bucharest, Romania
Poems
Old Melancholy Eyes
By Y. Stephan Bulbulian
You see them on the streets,
in the most unlikely places.
At first, you think..
"you |cnow them."
Stare closely at their faces,
they are of happy fortune.
Through thd eyes, you make
an instant recognition,     *
rich with twisted scrollwork.
(They are your eyes)
and they shine, viscous,
clear and fair
on the far horizon,
dark as a plowed field,
a rain Of endless grief,
a paradox of collective sorrow.
At first touch,
you feel tender fingers
of each kind of dried fruit.
Kiss each cheek, you touch   v.
flesh like fine sandpaper,
you taste salt of many sad rivers.
Under the skin you sense
A londing for far-away soil.
You see with old melancholy eyes.
without waste or necessity.
All warnings fell
like leaves into water,
and the weather makes it
impossible to hang on
in a life where dreams
live forever.
My exile stiffens
into cold shapes
held by the fingertips
- of the wind.
Forgetting the way home,
your voice sings
into the open raod
like a delicate thread
seeking the eye of a needle.
Armenia
By Baloian
-V
In an endless dreamland o'panic,
each tribe puts one foo; in front
of the other
and remains, embracing the
darkness
with igni .td eyes.
Recipe for Leaving
By Baloian
As clear as a door closing,
our silence listens' m
to the afternoon decompose
into grains of broken time. >
We act to seperate ourselves
from ourselves
'
Befote the dream is forgoten,
musicians uplift dancers
on the divine ground       s
where stars join together.
In all directions jackals pace
among th-. delicate wisdoms of
survival;
and where the dark ; repares a
room,
breaths are knitted together,
so nothing wiil be
forgotten.