Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, May 11, 2007

Discussing the Themes for Leadership Streams

As you might know, I'm a member of a creative task force with AIESEC. We should create a logo and theme for International President's Meeting (IPM), a major convention of AIESEC leaders to be held in Skopje, Macedonia next year.

At first, every member created his own logo and theme, but the Focus Group couldn't choose the best. So, we've decided to brainstorm on the theme first and create the logo later. Well, we have a good pile of ideas. Every idea with any rhyme or .ipm is mine.

Which one do you like most of all?

 Temptation for change, Inspiration for success
 A leadership range for positive change
 In search of the essential for leaders' potential
 Be part of a real success team
 Leadership injection for drive and perfection
 Leaders' convention of global attention
 Leadership increase for the globe in peace
 Global Symphony No 60 "Success"
 Presidents' reflection on the common direction
 Peace in excess is global success
 Real leadership, real success
 Better Leadership, Real Success
 Composing the Future... Orchestrating a Dream
 Composing the future, Inspiration for Success
 See Your Future
 Contriving for future, striving for success
 Achieve Your Success Dream
 Strive, Drive, Thrive
 Open yourself to the global success
 Drawing The Global Success Strategy
 Present foundation for future sensation
 Smart strategies, smart success
 Leadership drive => Dreams are alive
 Unlock the door of success
 Meeting the future, greeting success
 Meeting the future, living the convergence
 Youth Strategy for Growing Success
 Unlock the door. You Hold the Key to Success
 Mixing mentality for successful reality
 We Hold the Key to Success
 In search of originality for successful reality
 Driving the world. Shaking our (your) role
 Open your mind, Live the success
 Leadership For Success
 Enhance your reality to better the World's
 Successful solution for global contribution
 GLOBAL contribution towards SUCCESSful solution
 Youth contribution to global evolution
 Global Leadership To Achieve Success
 Youth Leadership For Global Success
 Seeing the Future, Drawing the Moment… or vice versa
 Capturing the Moment, Drawing the Future
 Leading the Way to Success
 Youth Unlock the Door Leading to Global Success
 I'd rather live my dream...
 AIESEC Express heading to common success
 Global contribution towards future success
 Global unity for your opportunity
 A global team in search of a dream
 Discussing the themes for leadership streams
 Keep in touch with the future
 The right address for global success
 Say "Yes!" to your future success
 Just express and reach your success
 A lot of brains for global gains
 Click the future:
 What is your domain?
 Inspiring Personalities
 "orchestrating a global success"
 Come and sing your own song
 Write your own song
 See Your Future
 Finding a key to the future
 An ode to success
 Finding a key to success
 Unlock your future
 Symphony No 60 "Future"
 In the key of success
 60 years of orchestrating AIESEC
 Staying tuned for the last 60 years...
 Initiate it, Present it Make it - Macedonia 2008
 Come along and sing your song...
 Initiate Public Miracle
 Free Your Mind In Action
 Our address is future success
 Draw Your Future to Success
 Our success is peace in excess
 The Voice of leadership
 Wanna impress? Join our success

Friday, February 23, 2007

I've translated into English a poem that is famous with people from Turkmenistan who live abroad. It sounds very funny, but it tells you what migrants feel: nostalgia, dreams for nothing and challenges to start a new life. You can find the Russian version on Ashgabat Community.


Home, Sweet Home

I don't need any flowerets,
Not to mention northern lights.
I'd go the desolate wilderness
Just to smell thorn at nights.

I'd go to the sun of Turkmenia,
To lizards, snakes, and hedgehogs.
I'd touch a shell of the tortoise
And embrace saxaul logs.

I'd feel sand on my drying lips
And wind uncurling the hair.
I'd go to the gorge in early spring
To take the mountain air.

I'd pick an armful of tulips
In the foothills of Kopetdag
Or fall asleep in red poppies
Making up a magnificent rug.

Should I admire birch wood?
Do I like European cuisine?
All my dreams are about Chuli,
But my heart is in Bezmein!

I'd prefer any motel in Geoktepe,
Even in August, unbearable heat.
At noon I'd go to Teke Bazary,
Which is opposite to the discreet.

It's forty in shade, but at home.
I prefer it to breezes abroad!
You can eat home-grown straw
And your tears are not so salt.

Ailantus's smell could be nice,
Although it makes me to sneeze.
There is neither rhyme nor reason
To love these honey linden trees.

I detest these severe seasons:
Sleet, mud rain, and frost...
Platan, aryk and takyr are the reasons!
I'd go to Mary...
But who is going to host?

It's pleasure to go to Kurtli,
To lie on the beach and drink chal.
I'd wake up with buzz of a bee
And feed a mosquito just off the canal.

If I stretched on a tapchan in shade,
Having left the depression aside,
I'd imagine bakhshi's destans,
Delivered as national pride.

What is Turkmen is always so dear!
I might go there. Who knows?
I'd change your blonde hair
For dark braids in four rows.

If only I had Bishkeshechka
Or Muradovna for ten minutes or so.
I wish I could hug Lyalyechka,
Or just drop in Irusik... Oh no!

***

You are calling me, dear Motherland.
Ok, I'll come, but what's next?
You are different, you are not my dream.
Your behavior makes me vexed.

Utter ruin. None of my friends.
No Martkevitchs. The Sokols are gone.
We are challenged to start it again,
The life at the crack of dawn.

Nostalgia has taken its rule.
It's my verdict, so that I'm mad.
I'm walking down Svoboda to Mir,
But it's a childish fad...

N. Basova, 14.03.2003
A. Annaev, Translation, 23.02.2007

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Listen to a very unusual reading of "Khoroshaya Devochka Lida" by Yaroslav Smelyakov. The reader is Yashar Niyazbayev, a young Turkish, Russian, Kyrgyz, and Uzbek journalist. Unfortunately, only in Russian.