Letter to Yerevan (Part VI) Having crossed seas of blood and sorrow, Our eons-old capsizing vessel, Hoisting sail for a last time, Has now crashed on these shores. Countless encounters have battered Its solid masts, […]
An Interview with ‘They Shall Not Perish’ Executive Producer Shant Mardirossian WATERTOWN, Mass. (A.W.)—During the Armenian Genocide, the plight of the Armenian people was making headlines throughout the United States. Thousands of miles away […]
Letter to Yerevan (Part V) And still, from the orchards of letters, Hauling hell instead of dreams, Instead of harp, trumpet of copper, Singing of blood, horror, massacre, Our blessed bards: Tempestuous, frantic Siamanto, And […]
Last week, Armenia’s president, Serge Sarkisian, made an important pronouncement. Standing before the United Nations General Assembly, he announced the end of the Turkey-Armenia Protocols. Sarkisian said the so-called Zurich Protocols, which were signed […]
Letter to Yerevan (Part IV) Are those dogs? And was he a dog, The proud fedayee, embracing a cold weapon Instead of his beloved—epitome of protest, And full of grief, anger and vengeance, Engaged in […]
Special to the Armenian Weekly An Interview with Members of the ACAA Artsakh Fund WATERTOWN, Mass. (A.W.)—Arajamugh village in southern Artsakh (Nagorno-Karabagh) is located about 25 miles south of Hadrut, in territories liberated by […]
By Rupen Janbazian Translated from Armenian by Tatul Sonentz-Papazian “Where are you from?” “Toronto… from Canada.” “No! Before that…” This was not an existential query directed at us; the man was not asking which corner […]
Letter to Yerevan (Part III) If there was, in the past, a certain crude And drunk mauserist, Wasn’t there also a demented Avis, Who, flouting Great Lenin’s diktat, In the dark cellar of a Yerevan dungeon Staged […]
Hey Canada, Even though it’s been a while since I’ve left, I have not forgotten about you or how good you’ve been to me… Every time I tell people here that I hail from your […]
Letter to Yerevan (Part II) Alas! Behold, I am that wind-blown Fragment that drifts from Shore to shore— The one pacing these dark, dank sidewalks, Gritting my teeth to bear the pain in my […]
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