13 Şubat 2016 Cumartesi

Another Birthday in Absentia



To Nese


Bonding,
Fun and fearless,
Experienced
Then, multiplied.

Skin and smell,
Beating heart,
A bongo for three.

Supermarket nights,
Wandering at a souk,
Seen through sand storms
And bars of fortress home.
Bond upon bond.

Suddenly 36th
Simply, irrationally,
Bonds tested over five thousand miles
Now with a green shoot.

A seed planted,
A tree
Now one more
Same joy,
Modified bongo
Always simple and irrational.

23 Ocak 2016 Cumartesi




WHICH SELF?
IN A DAYDREAM

Looking out through half open shutters
And
Half closed slats
One sees the overcast sky
And
Under-cast street

It is a time of fear and foreboding
The ethereal dimension of the selfless

Yet, there is unrest in the streets
The crevices between the cobblestones
And
The crannies around and beyond door steps
No longer filled with slinking, wriggling, silent secrets
Stay loud and mute

There is no excitement or boredom of survival


Just file upon file of soundless dragging of flickers of feeling
Marching  down  and  down  and  abysmal
The unrest of rest disturbed

Until new sets of limbs move the cobbles
And
The reverie of gloating depression is broken
Sad
Stale life returns

Reversing selflessness









cobbles

nooks

crannies

crevices

17 Haziran 2015 Çarşamba

30 OF THOSE GREAT YEARS



video

                                             Prepared by Eser Celebiler


A Parent's Advice To Stay Away From Hawks on 30th Birtday of His Daughter


If
All your days are exciting
And different
As you
And all that is yours,

If
A birthday is for remembrance
and an embrace
of love and life,
Thirty 
Is a figure of speech.

With
Much or little meaning
As a hawk
On a night-in-a-gale,
even to a  nightingale,
In an alley, 
Or by a window pane.


Ahmet, June 17, 2015


Taken from W Chestnut & N State, Chicago home window
by Ceylan


15 Haziran 2015 Pazartesi

GRANDCHILD (1)













ARRIVAL OF FIRST GRANDCHILD

Her fashion has changed
Forks and routes of travel through Life
No longer on her face

Just a sense of wonder
Wondering of birth and of new routes
Not for herself

For new fun, new joy, new fortune
A  new puzzle piece
Found anew

Like parents, children, companion 
To be coveted
To keep covered
Fulfilled

Even fed

To be shown the horizon
And images of all the ages

For him to set his stage 
And write a play

28 Ocak 2015 Çarşamba

Another Poem (or An Old Poem Resurrected)



                                                          Nihilistic Sufism                                     
 
                                                          reflect on
                                                          significance of being
                                                          one of
                                                          something 
                                                          from nothing

                                                                               suspect
                                                                               that the final aim
                                                                               is to join
                                                                               and then 
                                                                               nothing


Philosophy at Halle, Germany

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