Trash bins

Trash Bins (Çöp Bidonları) by Ayten Mutlu  they are arriving, one after the other, inopportunelyhaving traveled by candlelight since extinguishedthe invisible musicians of a losing battlesome have died while livingsome living with death they are drawing the rain’s sharpened sword as if building up dark spells where memories are erased from memories exhausted from notContinue reading “Trash bins”

Haiku: not always 5-7-5

İstanbul için Hay-Kay’lar – Haikus for Istanbul by Orhan Veli Kanık Arzular ve Hatıralar – Desires and Memories Arzular başka şey, Desires are a different thing, Hatıralar başka. Memories are different. Güneşi görmeyen şehirde, In a city where the sun doesn’t shine, Söyle, nasıl yaşanır? Tell me, how can one live? Böcekler – Bugs Düşünme,Continue reading “Haiku: not always 5-7-5”

Fan mail, 1901

What shall I say more? I have sounded your name defiantly through a college where it was either unknown or known faintly and darkly. I have claimed for you your rightful place in the history of the drama. I have shown what, as it seemed to me, was your highest excellence — your lofty impersonalContinue reading “Fan mail, 1901”

I’m still touched by falling leaves

I’ve read about falling leaves in fifty thousand poems novels and so on watched leaves falling in fifty thousand movies seen leaves fall fifty thousand times fall drift and rot felt their dead shush shush fifty thousand times underfoot in my hands on my fingertips but I’m still touched by falling leaves especially those fallingContinue reading “I’m still touched by falling leaves”

Utopias

Utopias seem to be much more achievable than we formerly believed them to be. Now we find ourselves presented with another alarming question: how do we prevent utopias from coming into existence?… Utopias are possible. Life tends towards the formation of utopias. Perhaps a new century will begin, a century in which intellectuals and theContinue reading “Utopias”

Without looking

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example — I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. — Nazim Hikmet, “On Living” (English translator unknown) Yaşamak şakaya gelmez, büyük bir ciddiyetle yaşayacaksın bir sincap gibi mesala, yani,Continue reading “Without looking”

Power to poison sleep

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand’ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh, or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man’s yesterday may ne’erContinue reading “Power to poison sleep”

Fine monuments

Some of you will have fine monuments by which the living may remember the evil done to you. Some of you will have only crude wooden crosses or painted rocks, while yet others of you must remain hidden in the shadows of history. You are in any case part of an ancient procession, and soContinue reading “Fine monuments”

“Have you guessed the riddle yet?”

“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give up,” Alice replied. “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter. “Nor I,” said the March Hare. Alice sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the time,” she said, “than wasting it askingContinue reading ““Have you guessed the riddle yet?””