SHARING THE GLORY

I received some unexpected presents today, despite the insignificance of the day or even the season.

There was money from my late uncle who passed away in 1958.

There was hope from my wife's great uncles who gave a sign of reparations for the issues they raised against my mother and her parents.

Finally, there were some forgotten memories of the joy of being amazed and amazingly happy brought to me by photographs and activities of my grandson.

So many generations, so many people who can and will give at times of their choosing whilst the "infinite game"* continues


* "Finite and Infinite Games," James P. Carse

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY, Lost in the Annals of Superfluous History

Eser prepared this one for me, as she prepared so much for all of us in our family since we
silently and loudly made our vows in 1978.

https://animoto.com/play/KB10FqZbO4JK6ebEbdLAbg

ŞAİR ASAF HALET ÇELEBİ için, BANA NELER VERDİĞİNİ BİLMEDEN GİDEN AMCAM için

Eskitmek istemediğim eski yazı

ŞAİR ASAF HALET ÇELEBİ HATIRASI

Yaşlı, çok yaşlı adam gençliğinin batan güneşinin ışığıyla parlayan Üsküdar pencerelerine baktı. Başka tepeden, başka evden, başka gözden.

Kafessiz, cumbasız, lalasız, bahçıvansız evin yüksekliği korkuttu. Bahçede İncir, elma, armut, erik, hünnap, kızılcık, dut filan yoktu. Duvarlar arasında, sadece aynı güneşe erişme çabasındaki kiraz ile köklerini derinlere salamayan kayısı vardı.

İstim salan vapurlar yerine motor gürültüleri ebedi martılarla yarışırken, eskileri, en eskileri anmak da olabilir.

Kayıp kuyuların kenarındaki taşların akrepleri, kuytu defne ve akasya ağaçları altlarının rutubetli toprak-yaprak kokuları beynin düşünce hislerinin girift olduğu bölgelerinden dışarı çıkarken beraberlerinde insanlar, suratlar taşımadılar. Cansız insanları düşünmek hiç de istemeyen bendeki Amcamın hayali kendini sokmuş akrep cesetleri ve cansız nesnelerden oluştu.

Camların parlaklığı gitti.

Ahmet Cafer Çelebiler

Haziran, 2008

Ve bir de yeni, hep yeni yazı :

ŞAİR ASAF HALET ÇELEBİ

Masal duymayıp, okumayanları masal dünyalarına taşıyan;

Bilinemeyenin bilinemediğinden gelen tadını damağa veren;

Anlaşılmayan yaşam sorularının yaşamın parçası olduğunu hissettiren;

Bütün insan ve “nedircikleri” seven;

Çaba göstermeden, acı-tatlı ayırımını yok ederek gülümseyip gülümseten;

Eskiyi yeni, yeniyi eski yapıp zamanı durdurup içinden geçen

Şair insan şair.

Temmuz, 2015

A Birthday Poem : Always Two Days left for Independence and Twelve Days before Storming of Bastille

Poem for Eser
her eyes on this and many of these days dancing into the night of dreams shared and destined for infinite more birthdays

Walls of Goodwill to protect her in the Playground That is Life

An Anti-War Poem

Poem for the Child lost while on Military Duty, or

Why try to Make Sense?

Ahmet C. Celebiler‏@ahmetcelebiler

If it was a brown paper sack To write upon Piece by piece Emptying Pen and Unburdening her She, the sorcerer The apprentice My experience

12:32 PM - 16 Jun 2016

One More Travel Story From Another Chelebi 1

One More Travel Story From  Another  Chelebi

I wrote this while traveling with the army as an embedded recorder of mighty deeds. It is up to the reader to decide whether it is a true record or one based on half truths, misconceptions and insufficient observation.

The army was not aware of my presence in the physical sense, but I had a feeling that their victories were somewhat enhanced by my immaterial support.

The following was my mission, a mission which may or may not have followed a vision, but was nevertheless as important as those which were formerly and full envisioned.

Part 1.  THE MISSION

Concoct a poem for souls

That dwell outside

Time and its journeymen

Plodders who

Charge on appendages aplenty parrying

Cosmic dust and

Thought

On a concourse

Part  2.  ROADS TO TAKE

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.

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