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Marjon Mossammaparastan
And to Ecstasy
And to Ecstasy
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In her exquisite poems, Marjon Mossammaparast explores the physical experience of being human, bound to four dimensions, matched with the belief we are also spirit beings.
And to Ecstasy is a poetic journey through space and time, projecting a transcendental element of reality. In her exquisite poems, Marjon Mossammaparast explores the physical experience of being human, bound to four dimensions, matching it with the belief we are also spirit beings. At its core, this work contemplates the desire to move beyond the limitations of bodies, into an expanded metaphysical notion of identity, carried by intuition.
Mossammaparast constructs the collection, arranged in three parts, from displaced fragments and mere glimpses. Through the call and response of landscapes and countries, there is the constancy and insistence of reconciliation. This is the language of the exile: not just geographically, but a spirit constrained by the physical seeking return home.
Where all that is vibrant vibrates
beyond the sticking place of names
to the borderfields where signs change their value:
Split a piece of wood, and I am there;
lift up the stone, and you will find me.
And to Ecstasy is a poetic journey through space and time, projecting a transcendental element of reality. In her exquisite poems, Marjon Mossammaparast explores the physical experience of being human, bound to four dimensions, matching it with the belief we are also spirit beings. At its core, this work contemplates the desire to move beyond the limitations of bodies, into an expanded metaphysical notion of identity, carried by intuition.
Mossammaparast constructs the collection, arranged in three parts, from displaced fragments and mere glimpses. Through the call and response of landscapes and countries, there is the constancy and insistence of reconciliation. This is the language of the exile: not just geographically, but a spirit constrained by the physical seeking return home.
Where all that is vibrant vibrates
beyond the sticking place of names
to the borderfields where signs change their value:
Split a piece of wood, and I am there;
lift up the stone, and you will find me.
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