My beloved parents

Farangis G. Yegane, above with Manuchehr Jamali, Djamileh Yeganeh Arani, us kids and Sassan.

 

Vom Leuchtturm heraus

Wenn ich mir Leute anschaue, mit denen ich mal etwas „zu tun“ hatte, dann wundere ich mich nur. Mit Leuten zu tun zu haben ist eine Katastrophe, weil Leute, die einen aus ihren persönlichen Eindrücken erfassen möchten, über die „private Ebene“ destruktiv ihren Minimalkampf führen wollen, gegen irgendwas, was nicht in ihr System passt und zerstörbar erscheint.

Leute die ich sehe, die ich mal kannte, ob sie sich aus solchen Beschreibungen erkennen würden: … die eine schreibt ständig über „Omasex“, die andere meint sie wäre spirituell wenn sie neospießigen Exotismus betreibt, zahlreiche hängen sich an die, die rumscheffeln auf unseren Kulturfriedhöfen, die meisten leben in Clustern, keiner führt ein eigenes Leben, keiner hat eigene Ideale, so tragen alle stolz ihr kleines Stückchen bei, es bleibt bei allem, wir gehen an ihnen vorbei im Leben und im Tod.

 

My beloved Martha Lück


My grandmother Martha Johanna Lück born König, later Flender. I have a deep bond with her, also with my other grandmother Cobra Yeganeh Arani. I still have to upload and add a picture of her too here, so that my both beloved grandmothers are one at this place. They did meet and they did have a friendly and positive relationship.

At this point on this personal blog of mine I want to express my sadness about close family members who prove to me that family means closeness to some members and total distance to other ones. I have a sibling who along with the family she created for herself totally broke with the core family she came from, while betraying them morally sucking out financial means … This sibling has been discrminating against me since I was twenty and I suffered a traumatic experience. She victim-blamed me and ever since calls me mentally disabled – unisono alongside her dauther. What happend to me with 20 yeas old was that a person attempted to murder me by entering our house with an axe and by setting the house on fire. I could gladly hide, but I developed a post-traumatic-stress-disorder. I don’t extend on this here right now.

These days this sibling tries to steal via blackmail from my other sibling and me. She calls my other sibling mentally feeble too, for unbelievable reasons. Basically she called our entire family mentally crazy, just because of a lot of idealism we shared, except her. My parents, my other sibling and I did idealistic work, the other sibling just went for money, fame, being adapted, conformity, hipocritical „religiousness“ too. She created a perfect fassade by working against discrimination while discriminating against my sibling, me and my parents. She called my parents old and senile, me and my other sibling mentally retarted.

This is so gross, I don’t want to keep it to myself for the rest of my life, so I note it down here … and I pray to my grandmothers that they keep their sacred hands on my parents spiritual and material inheritance.

Sibling abuse is not a subject being discussed in Germany so far on any visible scale. Sadly.

 

Meine liebste Liebste, Farangis G. Yegane

farangis g. yegane, mit Frau Hörnemann, Manuchehr Jamali, mir und meiner Schwester

 

Looking at myself: palang ly

gita yegane arani

 

Meine lieben, lieben Großväter

Mein Großvater Wilhelm Lück, geboren in Siegen (Westfalen), Darbystischer Prediger der Brüdergemeinde in Stendal, Sachsen-Anhalt.

Mein Großvater Hossein Yeganeh Arani, geboren in Kashan, Iran. Privatier, Gartenenthusiast, Dichter, Freidenker mit ‚baha’iischem‘ Background.

 

Genderroles, motherhood, instictuality


Genderroles, animal sociology and „instincts“
We want to liberate from gender roles for human parenting, yet we assume that nh-animals only lapsed with seahorses, earthworms, kiwis, etc. and their genders and procreational evolution.
What exactly are “motherly instincts”, and what are “fatherly instincts”? Do we even see fathers in the prisoned life nh-animals are stuck in by us? How do we know what would be the typical behaviour for nh-animal families and their social networks in their own chosen contexts?

Motherhood and speciesism

Defining Nonhumans as ‘INSTICNTUAL’ is species-derogative and biologistic …
Please quit reducing nonhuman motherhood to “maternal instincts”.


Mutual interfaces against the narrow views of anthropocentrism …
Instead of shrinking everything about nonhuman animals to “instinctuality”: I can represent nonhumans by discarding speciesist ascriptions, and frame them with liberated / autonomous perspectives, as mutual interfaces.

Again, more in English

 

Immernoch: artgerecht ist ungerecht

1997:

Artgerecht ist allerdings nicht gerecht: Was tierisch und was menschlich ist? Diese Frage wird – mit dem Hintergedanken darauf was ‚artgerecht‘ ist – nur in Kategorien, die von einer anthropozentrischen Kultur definiert werden, zur Legitimierung der Tiertötung gestellt ( … im engsten, aber verheerendsten Sinne). Eine Frage nach einer biologischen Notwendigkeit sollte ihre Antwort in der Realität eines/des fühlenden Lebewesens (das Individuum ist!) finden.

Unsere Beiträge zum Thema >artgerecht, eine Kritik an dem Begriff.

 

Unter Sterbenden im Sterbeheim

Im Sterbeheim

Es ist schlimm, was dort geschieht. Ich erzähle meiner Freundin von meinen Eindrücken in den Häusern, in denen gestorben wird, dieser Tod aber gleichzeitig ein tabuisierter ist, ein letzter Supergau für den isolierten Sterbenden.

Für mich war der Tod auch ein Supergau, aus Liebe und Zuwendung. Hier aber ist der Tod ein Supergau der Vernichtungen von Existenz … .

In den Einrichtungen, in die Menschen zum Sterben gebracht werden, nimmt niemand mehr Rücksicht auf deren Historie, deren Biografie wird herunterdekliniert um sie an die biografischen Schemen über das Menschenleben anzupassen.

Es wird gestorben, unter Schreien oder resigniert – Verzweiflung. Dein „Ich“ wird verbannt, insofern, als dass dein „ich“ niemals mehr als mitschöpfend anerkannt wird.

 

Chat on language between two speakers in anywhere-land

When people with dementia want to speak and be heard, and be listened to, they often face a discriminatory predicament: other people see them typically as living in a „world of their own“. But by far they aren’t, and every individual affected by dementia is as different as they have been before the onset of their ‚disability‘ or rather ‚other abledness‘.

I work as a volunteer in the health care sector, one of my activities is supporting persons with dementia. My work with this one special individual, one outstandingly beautiful woman, leads me to write about her situation. Maybe I will add more of my experiences, I am not sure yet.

She and I decided we want to speak about the predicament faced when cast out of „normal“ society due to a mental/neurological ‚disabilty‘, and we decided together that we call her Miranda as an alias. I am using notes I made, and through the translation of this into English a lot is lost of the beauty of Miranda’s laguage.

Me: I think our language can be totally free, and I think we do need a free language.

Miranda: Yes, they can’t negate this. They could, but they will not believe that when they destroy this they won’t even be able to speak themselves.

Me: I know. Language is often so tight, that it chokes the speaker’s reality in feeling and peception.

Miranda: They take it and empty it, and finally I just need to get to the end of that. They however don’t manage to give them the little shallow winks they need. So they just spread things out and hit the borders all the time. But they don’t realize this and make things sound conspiratively warped. (We chuckle.)

Me: I need to get to the same or a similar goal … we share our basic problems in the end of the day all to some extent.

Miranda: Yes. (Smiles)

Me: Do you think we can claim to be in the right to make our language a lingua franca, a free flexible way of speaking with each other?

Miranda: Yes of course, but they evade this and dry it up … and they don’t save the aspects remained, when they can’t but stay out. But why do they smother us, and press and push like the little kids when they press them down, this is gross, when they already have these powerful flesh-throttles, hollow, as they perform with it all.

Me: It’s our love for the sayable unsayable.

Miranda and I chuckle. She is grande, yet worried. Silence, pause.

Image: source (23.02.18)