PART I The Sand, The Sea and The People
Hot windy humidity hits when you join rows of vehicles upon vehicles on pre-sand ground and trees far away. Walk through dining coffeeing area on wooden platform, all shaded, all childed; past bean bags difficult to desert when desired. Thanks for the plank path and empty lounge chairs, some with pads showing signs of secretions of injuries of former victims.
Sit and observe : Cosmic, multivarious, multifarious, infantile and obviously fertile skin evidently on the prowl. Strangely secretive glances at devouring waves with inconsequential eyes, disregarding the distant horizons.
Wind carries through mutterings of Selma and Susan together with the surf and possibly a few gems and Johns lurking on the sidelines.
Observe and perceive : "Maximum" parasols give minimum cover but may still shade the ungainly cubist; the malformed and the misformed sculptures not to be confused with the bumps and hallows in the sand, apparent remnants of designed and shaped ideas feelings, beliefs and appendages.
28 August, 2014
Editing what was written on the beach
28 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi
14 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi
|Leander's Tower After the Sunset|
Some scenes change, some people change, buildings stay as buildings and gulls are always seagulls, while the daughters of modern day Leanders stay safe from venomous serpents in their towers of stones built on rocks in the sea or of tents of anxiety built on doubts of millenia and multitudes in the deserts.
|Someone blocks Leanders's Tower|
But I prefer to see her head
We look at each other after 36 years together and think it has always been 36 years and will always be that.
no venomous serpents, no anxieties, no doubts.
2 Haziran 2014 Pazartesi
31 Mayıs 2014 Cumartesi
The following was written as a comment to an article describing a new book :
It opened some new switches and allowed free flow of neurons between dusty areas in my brain which possibly promptly settled back into their previous state of sedation.
17 Nisan 2014 Perşembe
5 Ekim 2013 Cumartesi
You asked me for poems
Poems of joy and happiness
Adventures into the known and the unknown
Poems from the depths of being
Of being together
Full of smiling faces and hippos drawn as small as cockroaches
Aimless night drives to alleviate pangs of hunger
Sneaking invitations for delights to come.
Don’t you know that poems are sad?
Suleyman effendi and Alfred J. Prufrock live with us
Timeless trains of misery leave Haydarpasa station every minute
On the minute
Who was I to change the hieroglyphs of Boddhisatwa
and the kyrie eleisons of the man made of wood
Sonnets were not my style.
Today it is different
It is time to redefine
Not to seek joy in sadness
Nor to conquer empathy in depression
Just sit back (or forward) and say:
It is good to travel with you,
- Pictionary games with kids and friends
- Driving Daughter late at night in Riyadh, KSA, to get her to sleep
- Suleyman Effendi, character in Orhan Veli poem
- Trains and Haydarpasa Station : Reference to "Human Landscapes From My Country", Nazim Hikmet
Hieroglyphs, Boddhisatwa, Kyrie Eleison, Man Made of Wood : from poems by Asaf Halet Celebi