30.5.16

Faydalar faydasız, imkanlar imkansız

Geceleri yanınızda bir şövalyeniz yoksa ayakucunuzda bir kedi uyumalı.

3.5.16

An allegory for the racket knocking at my door

I hear the bells I hear the wind
I hear a song in my heart again
In the tenderness moves all things
Like a poltergeist in the streets
It's a silly rush that I used to get
Singing Billie or reading Vonnegut
I could teleport to the stars
Kinda strange that I'm all alone

Cause you really hold me down like that
Cause you really know what's down like that
Like the universe is singing a song

Do you feel it when you write like that?
Do you feel it cause you're down like that?
Like the universe is singing a song


It's just a story though
Is it a story though?
I can't tell if it happened cause it felt impossible
Don't know whether it was real or a dream
Imagination playing tricks on me
Now tell me what you know
Is this a story or
An allegory for the racket knocking at my door?
What's the difference if it's real or a dream?
Imagination playing tricks on me

What's the difference in my love or scheme?
The difference in what you say what you mean?
What you mean you don't really know?
I'm losing touch with the physical
I'm showing up in the future like I've been here before
Ain't that a story though?
Like you ain't even know
Somebody switching the digits up on my Casio
Don't know whether this is real or a dream
Imagination playing tricks on me

27.4.16

Her ayrıntım sayıklıyor

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace

26.4.16

Başım zindan yokluk var, bu kaçıncı şikayetim bilmem

It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered... to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.

11.10.15

hiç biri dostumuz değil

Dünyanın son günü/İstanbul/beyaz güzel evler/ köşkler/ bütün sokaklar denize iniyor/ deniz kenarındayım/ hava güzel/ kumsal/ yaşlı bir kadınla birlikte ufka bakıyoruz/bana yalnızlıkla ilgili birşey söylüyor/hava birden kararıyor / bulutlar/Kahverengi kızıl bir at ve aynı kızıldan bıyıklı rus terbiyecisi geliyor kumsala/dalgalar büyüyor/deniz kurşuni/atın sahibi ata dalgalarla birlikte takla attırıyor/onları izliyorum/Gökyüzünden uçaklar geçmeye başlıyor/kamikazeler/giderek alçaktan uçmaya başlıyorlar/ ardlarından ışıltılı bir kül yağıyor/ korkarak yukarı koşmaya başlıyor/bir nevi savaş çıkmış/yere inerlerken robota dönüşüyorlar ve beyazlarla diğer renkliler yeryüzünde çatışmaya başlıyorlar/ beni görmemelerini umuyorum/saklanmaya kaçmaya çalışıyorum/bir beyaz robot beni görüyor/hiç biri dostumuz değil/insan suretine bürünerek (barbara streisand) peşimden gelmeye başlıyor/koşmaya başlıyorum.

16.9.15

olsaydı ile bulsaydı

" I need to stop being in love with the ideas of what could have been. We could have slowly inched closer and held each other a little tighter. We could have laughed a little harder and fallen in love some more. There are so many things that could have happened, but didn’t. We almost were. We almost weren’t. We almost happened. Cupid almost won. But he didn’t. And we didn’t either."