24 Haziran 2017 Cumartesi
16 Haziran 2017 Cuma
FOIBLES OF ROBERT COLLEGE, CLASS OF ’67
Foibles of college life, remembered at odd times, are but anecdotes from previous reincarnations. They carry no compassion, empathy, envy, grief, greed or hate, not even humour for those who have moved forward to perception of new energies, new climates and especially new mysteries.
If and when you find the occasion to talk of those foibles, and try to reminisce with those you believe to have shared those days, months, years, you may discover new memories, not your own, new perceptions of old events or non-events or even total amnesia, having bleached out certain memories or the means to access the peculiar nooks and crannies of the mind.
Alumni mass get-togethers of most and sundry provide good occasions to deliver and suffer jolts, find new myths, mysteries and doubts, and also certainties; allowing us to realise once more, and with force, our differences from each other and from ourselves, then and now.
We have lived during many ages of mankind and will continue to do so, hopefully sharing our times and lives with each other even when we cannot see ourselves or each other even in mirrors.
Written for my Robert College Class of '67 50th Graduation Anniversary booklet
23 Mayıs 2017 Salı
This poem belongs to my travel blog, otherchelebistravels.blogspot.com.tr,
but travellers who frequent that blog may actually be offended by it; whereas the intellectual readers of this blog will only be moved by the depth of emotion and sadness.
THE SOLIPSIST'S TRAVELS
T’is a world of mirrors,
Not one of horrors.
When you with yourself travel,
None of that “ where shall we dine? drivel.
You see mostly aspects of you.
And, every time the mirror shows a smiling you,
You say, “Why, thank you!”
“How do you do?”
What a surprise it is when the aspect is not you,
But a strange illusion, always called ‘Who?’
Which keeps creeping up on you,
In museums, on the mountains, the beaches and the blue.
It appears in lobbies,
And tiny cubbies.
Even on the front seats of taxi cabbies,
And transmits thoughts of things like rabies.
Still…., I like traveling with myself,
My one and only existential self.
And when they, the illusions ask:
“How do you enjoy the sun and the bask?”
I say, “You’re so right! When you are a crowd, t’is no mean task.”
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Arya waited just the right period of time to inform Ceylan that she wished to arrive.
She joined us with applause,
On a sunny day
defying all possibility of clouds
Eser's use of social media and my days of
Of all the things I hope to write
and joy and love and