& Silk & Love & Flame

1. It all happenedbecause I am so afraid of flowing to you,this is why waterfalls also interest me. … the world was a depressing place, I didn’t love itswar films and samurai as I used to… was I consigningmyself to a vacuum … were wires scratching my skinand hurting me… I was getting usedto myContinue reading “& Silk & Love & Flame”

Bir perde gibi

For a long time, I went to bed early.  Sometimes, my candle scarcely out, my eyes would close so quickly that I did not have time to say to myself: “I’m falling asleep.”  And, half an hour later, the thought that it was time to try to sleep would wake me; I wanted to putContinue reading “Bir perde gibi”

Öylesine, yaşama’dan önce

I thought so intensely of you, Before this life, just so. As if there were nothing more. But I say you were there In my thoughts. Just so I found you, Just so, beyond my self. You alone without shadow, Unmoving, beside me. Your whites between black, The light in your dark centers. I wantedContinue reading “Öylesine, yaşama’dan önce”

Ağacım ben

I’m the tree. A tree unlike any other you’ve seen in the world. There is nothing at all to compare them. Not even two drops of water are alike. This world tries to make me other than I am. Still it’s me.   Another me: A tree’s shadow. Nothing is clear anyway. ‘Should we dwellContinue reading “Ağacım ben”

Kendini kandırmak

I have grown more deterministic over the years, more and more often I think that one doesn’t really have a choice, that who you are shapes your response to the situations that arise, and that you become who you are in response to the situations you have found yourself in and had to deal withContinue reading “Kendini kandırmak”

Şiir Nefreti / The Hatred of Poetry

In ninth grade English, Mrs. X required us to memorize and recite a poem, so I went and asked the Topeka High librarian to direct me to the shortest poem she knew, and she suggested Marianne Moore’s “Poetry,” which, in the 1967 version, reads in its entirety: I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, withContinue reading “Şiir Nefreti / The Hatred of Poetry”

Nergis

When things do not go well You switch to the other time A star falls down to earth The ground suddenly shakes Children with dead eyes Waiting for a sun that will not rise There on the mountains Such snow and hard winds Until the forgotten Daffodil blooms Gülten Akın, “The Other Time” (English translation:Continue reading “Nergis”

My dungeon shook

There is no reason for you to try to become like white people and there is no basis whatever for their impertinent assumption that they must accept you. The really terrible thing, old buddy, is that you must accept them. And I mean that very seriously. You must accept them and accept them with love.Continue reading “My dungeon shook”

In the backstreets

I love museums and I am not alone in finding that they make me happier with each passing day. I take museums very seriously, and that sometimes leads me to angry, forceful thoughts. But I do not have it in me to speak about museums with anger. In my childhood there were very few museumsContinue reading “In the backstreets”

The national hero

From the ornate picture frame on the wall, Atatürk — the father of the Turks — would glance down at them, his steel-blue eyes flecked with gold. There were portraits of the national hero everywhere; Atatürk in his military uniform in the kitchen, Atatürk in a redingote in the living room, Atatürk with a coatContinue reading “The national hero”