Bedri Rahmi Eyupoglu/ Nazim Hikmet

Hasret


Yuz yil oldu yuzunu gormeyeli
belini sarmayali
gozunun icinde durmayali
aklinin aydinligina sorular sormayali
dokunmayali sicakligina karninin.
Yuz yildir bekler beni
                bir sehirde bir kadin.
Ayni daldaydik ayni daldaydik
ayni daldan dusup ayrildik
aramizda yuzyillik zaman
                yol yuz yillik
Yuz yildir alaca karanlikta
                kosuyorum ardindan





Yearning


Hundred years past without seen your face
without hugging your waist
not  being part of your eye
not to question lightness of your mind
not to touch warmness of your belly

hundred years now  a women waits me
                                       in a city 
Seating on the same branch same branch  
fall dawn from same branch,  we parted
between us hundred years time
                   the road hundred years
hundred years in pitch darkness
running after you.

Nazim Hikmet
6 Temmuz 1959


Miskin
Otur oturdugun yerde
Bu sarki sensiz soylenir
Ne kadar uzaksin yildizlardan
Ne kadar kucuksun dilenir


Otur oturdugun yerde
Arzular gelir kehribar misali dolanir
kadinlar gecer
Gozlerin bir cift kizilcik yapragi gibi sallanir
Otur oturdugun yerde
Telas etme
Olumun ayagina kadar gelir elbette.


Lazy


Seat still as you are
this tune goes without you
how far away you are from the stars
so small you wish you are


Seat still as you are
desires wraps around you like Amber stone
women pass away
your eyes swing like couple of  cranberry leaves
seat still as you are
do  not rush
obvious death will come to your door


Bedri Rahmi Eyuboglu

Sunday Morning at Brooklyn

1

".... when you met Lola Montez, her reputation made you automatically think of bedrooms. You didn't think of bedrooms when you met Florence Nightingale. Only sickrooms.Which are rather different, "
Elinor concluded. "

2

"We're brought up topsy turvy,"Philip went on. "Art before life; Romeo and Juliet and filthy stories before marriage or its equivalents. Hence all young modern literature is disillusioned. Inevitably. "

3

" All I know is that, when I discovered the reality, I found it disappointing-but attractive all the same.
Perhaps so attractive just because it was so disappointing. "

4

" The book had been written in the age when long black stockings and long black gloves had been the height of pornographic fashion, when "kissing a man without  a moustache was like eating an egg without salt."

5

" Why not ? asked Spandrell. " You mayn't  be able to understand or measure the supernatural forces behind the superficially natural ones (whatever the difference between natural and supernatural may be.)
But that doesn't prove they're not there. You're simply raising your stupidity to the rank of a general law."

Photos:
1-Brookly Museum Subway Station
2-Natural History by Patrick Dougherty-Botanic Gardens, Brooklyn
3-Bonsai
4-re Order by SiTU studio
5- Visnu Sculpture-Brooklyn Museum

Text: Aldous Huxley/ Point Counter Point

Tangier, Morocco

Tangier

shutters are open

curtains are down

arched bodies dusting

 one gram yellow, 

   one gram orange 

sound of ezan

echoes on the walls

squat bodies ,

angled and straight

shelter under  arched

shadows

naked feet, 

leather sandal escape

the  parquet stones 

 one gram yellow ,

   one gram orange 

My name is plaster

walls of an ancient city 

like the ocean

blending into the sea.

I 'm white,

yellow' n orange,

cracked open,

n' thirsty..

SMO2012©

Burhan Uygur,

".....I see my  reflection even on a garbage can, I am not the light of painting but of a servant, and porter. "

Burhan Uygur

Tangier, Morocco

...Perhaps the logical question to ask at this point is: Why go? The answer is that when a man has been there and undergone the baptism of solitude he can't help himself. Once he has been under the spell of the vast luminous, silent country, no other places is quite strong enough for him, no other surroundings can provide the supremely satisfying sensation of existing in the midst of something that is absolute. He will go back, whatever the cost in time or money, for the absolute has no price." 
Paul Bowles-  Their Heads are Green and Their hands are Blue

The Chartres Labyrinth

“La Lieue” – The mile, a distance which takes roughly an hour to walk. When pilgrims crawled through the labyrinth on hands and knees it would take them an hour to cover the distance, which is 261.5 meter.

Broken Blue

"Oh, wearisome conditions of humanity !

 Born under one law, to another bound,

 Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity:

 Created sick, commanded to be sound.

 What meaneth Nature by these diverse laws-

 Passion and reason, self -division's cause ? "*

*from "Point  Counter Point"

Aldous Huxley