Wednesday, 13 April 2011

töz

bir nargile borusunun ucundan
bir evin bacasına doğru
gökyüzüne üflendim;
çözülüyorum,
dağılıyorum,
dağılıyorum,
çözülüyorum,
saçılıp zerrelerim
çarptıkça birbirine,
yanına,
suya geliyorum.


being blown into a waterpipe 
towards a chimney through the sky;
I'm dissolving,
coming apart,
coming apart,
dissolving;
so long as 
my particules are scattering,
beating each other,
I'm getting closer to you,
coming to the water.
how
I 
am
so cold
without
being
undercovered
under
a
cover
being
so cold
without
how
I
am

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

inner ballad

his words came before him,
he went before his words.
now, only words remain;
but nothing to do with a sick brain

as a friend told..

"I like a strong, intimate, manly fellowship, the kind of friendship which rejoices in sharp vigorous exchanges just as love rejoices in bites and scratches which draw blood. It is not strong enough nor magnanimous enough if it is not argumentative, if all is politeness and art; if it is afraid of clashes and walks hobbled"

Montaigne

Sunday, 3 April 2011

batı cephesi

çin'den geliyorum
içinden geçiyorum
pazarın üstüne oturmak

şekersiz kahve
ve bahçedeki tavşan

yes, he is.

Friday, 1 April 2011

Thursday, 31 March 2011

chrome looking 

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

'ben'in anlamını bilmem ki
senin başka bir dilde çevirin olsun..

they ate their young
the next is my turn.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Saturday, 26 March 2011

the dead of the Golden Horn

i am on my way to 'there'

crying, crying..i am crying..
you can't touch me, i am not here.
i am not the person you made out.
i am not the person you took out..
i am not gonna be a person that
you could be with, out and without..
i am just
someone from the east,
someone from the sea,
someone not being here,
but being near..
going mad, going, i am going..
going near but not here..

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Sunday, 20 March 2011

I am lying under a bulldozer that has been partly and constantly crossing over my body

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

ALCOHOL

Sunday, 13 March 2011

nirvana

What kind of trick is to resist sleeping while wanting sleep forever? Is it an escape?Is it a fear or dilemma? Or..is it just a way of reaching the real nirvana?