1 Ağustos 2014 Cuma

Nostalgia Upon Anniversary of Nese and Alparslan Wedding (photos)

Practicing With Children

Alparslan not aware of colours of wrong team in bouquet

28 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi

Black Sea Beach (Burc Beach at Bosphorus University Campus)

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

14 Temmuz 2014 Pazartesi

A Welcome to the Sunset of Another Long Summer Day in Istanbul

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

NOSTALGIA FOR COLLEGE DAYS





PHILOSOPHY  201



The agony and ignominy
of studying #Philosophy
Nothing will cure
If pheromones are the lure
When Zeb or Zelda can amuse
Whıle Zizek will confuse


Ahmet Çelebiler


June 2, 2014

31 Mayıs 2014 Cumartesi

As Turkey Gains Speed in Greedily Moving Towards the Unknown



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.


Turkey 2014: A New Adventure by Lewis Carroll

  • ahmet celebiler  3 months ago
    I like Lewis Carroll but think that Jonathan Swift's "A Modest proposal" would be more fitting to the current situation in Turkey which has been approaching for the last twenty years for those who could read the signs. ( More than a few fortune tellers in this superstitious area of the world)
    The logic behind the actions of the major political figures in Turkey is not an absurd one in a topsy turvy world. They have a very solid reality of their own, built upon ignorance and lack of intellectual and emotional capacity. Unfortunately, a large proportion of the Anatolian public do not see anything wrong with this illusional reality because their survival have depended in adapting to haphazardly and greedily constructed unreal realities for millenia.
    Every time some try to wake up in these lands they are force fed sedatives, hallucinatory drugs or sent on a venture to hunt the Snark.
    Thanks for another chime on the "Snooze Alarm."

17 Nisan 2014 Perşembe

What I saw When I was Born



Eyes Opening to the World



Words may well rhyme
Even in cosmic pantomime
When the orchestra is poised in time
And tumbled picture and letter cubes surround us


Ahmet Celebiler



17 April, 2014

5 Ekim 2013 Cumartesi

A Recent Picture of the Inner Circle

                                              A bad Marlon Brando as God Father imitation

Nese, Ceylan and Eser clutching me so that I do not fly away.



(Somehow,  my bow ties always appear crooked. Must be pushing through the wrong hole
or in wrong direction.)