Tuesday, April 27, 2021

A MEMORY OF A FRAGMENT OF EARLY LIFE

 The street where I was born and lived on and off; the one where I still live is called "BehindPalace" possibly because of My great grandfather's long gone mansion or the imposing German Consulate in a way the word "behind" loses its meaning.


Up to 1954, there was only the ten room wooden house with its two station wood heated Turkish bath (which still survives in protest against the mis-care of a somewhat distant cousin who listens to music and wears the same brown tight fitting leather jacket from which I avert my gaze every time we meet) a large wooden door, a short drive-way for horse carriages, two ruins, (a foundation and a cistern) , and a dried up well, hidden by thirty feet or higher walls. The street was about fifteen feet higher, but street vendor and playing children sounds would filter through the antique masonry.


STREET BEYOND THE PALACE


It was a narrow street of cobble stones

used for playing football

and then paved with asphalt 

not only for hopscotch by the few girls

but other imagined ball games

while I watched from the corner

on days I dared to leave the high- wall- bound garden

with its rusted car chassis intact with a stick shift or hand break,

 a three feet tall foundation,

away from a well with its hole half in the wall 

and a cistern next to the large wooden gate

on the steep slope named after a bearded grandfather leading up to the street 

where the soccer games were almost as interesting as the bugs and the birds of the garden

and the fruit trees and the foundation where a treasure stayed buried

and the old cistern containing mutilated bodies of discarded linoleum.

My soccer career consisted of the two times I was asked to join one of the teams,

and I missed kicking the ball just as I woke up.

until similar circumstances were presented some years later at school,

but fully awake for the misery.

Children and vendors mingled in my street streams,

both types of memory without artistic merit,

of an unfamiliar world of unknown kids and unappreciated food sold by hungry emaciated old men.

ACC

April 27, 2021


Monday, April 12, 2021

 UNKNOWN COSMIC CROUPIER


It is a mystery, a dream, 

or just an everyday day

The cards are dealt 

they are facedown


try to remember if  the deck is cut,

if it is a poker, pinochle or tarot or another other  deck.

it is of no consequence

cards that are given are given

a sneak view is not in the cards

learn to play a  many or more card no-peak game

not knowing the difference between an ace and a deuce.

What has been learned at home?

at school?

and in life?


ACC May 6 10, 2021


İÇLİ DIŞLI

 


'Birileri


İçimde yaşayanlar 

                         gözlerimle bakıyor

başka şeyler görüyorlar


Kulaklarımla dinliyor

              benim duyduklarımı duymuyorlar


Ağzımla tat alıyorlar

              yediklerini sanıyorlar

Burnum tıkalıyken 

                koku alıyorlar

        daha hoş


Ellerı, tenleri değiyor

         sevgilime. 

         çocuğuma

         kedime

Kıskanıyorum onları


Ahmet

12 Nisan, 2021

Friday, April 9, 2021

LAST TESTAMENT

 

TESTAMENT

of one who occupies space and time willfully, against all odds and forces

for whoever, to be delished or embellished 


Read, observe, associate and think as many subjects as you can. Be a pyrrhonist, travel between boundaries, across frames, in time and any and all absolutes Take pleasure in nature, mysteries, people, SO, progeny, parents, siblings (yours and those of everyone you know) and life at all ages. Be prepared to say, “My Bad!’” and “Fk me!” to yourself. Do not feel any regret. Enjoy humor, satire, irony, even sarcasm. Talk to yourself without moving your lips and write ,or paint, or draw or make music. Enjoy your own company as well as that of others.


ACC  April 9  2021