Andrew Topolski

Andrew Topolski

1952-2008

WALL BELL, 1989

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ANDREW TOPOLSKI

PETER SHINODA

JEFF BACON

SELIM OZALP

XXVII

 The particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four

divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely,

safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pencil

sharpened at one end , dwarfs the imagination, makes logic a butterfly,

offers a finality that sends us spinning through space, a fixity the mind could climb forever

a revolving mountain, a complexity with a surface of glass; the gist of poetry. D.C. al fin.

Imaginations

 William Carlos Williams

John Hejduk

Cathedral, Model 1996 Collection CCA

House of the Painter 1984, Painted Wood Model Collection CCA

Hole in The Wall

 SMO ©

"...A virginity which, in its solitude, faced with the transparency of a commensurate gaze, has itself
been as it were fragmented into its component whiteness, one upon the next, the wedding proofs of the Idea. "

Language, Literature & Aesthetics "
Mallarme in Prose
edited by
Mary Ann Caws

Photo: Selim M. Ozalp ©

To Earth
Be earnest, Earth,- and kind.
This flower that opened  in the storm
Has fallen with the after -hush.
Be earnest, Earth, - and kind.

Hart Crane

Nazim Hikmet

GIDERAYAK

Giderayak  islerim var bitirilecek,

                                                 giderayak.

Ceylani kurtardim avcinin elinden

ama daha baygin yatar ayilamadi.

Kopardim portakali dalindan

ama kabugu soyulmadi.

Oldum yildizlarla hasir nesir

ama sayisi bir tamam sayilmadi.

kuyudan cektim suyu

ama bardaklara konulamadi

Guller dizildi tepsiye

ama tasdan fincan oyulmadi

Sevdalara doyulmadi

Giderayak islerim var bitirilecek,

                                                 giderayak.

***

Departing

Before departing,  I have things to complete,

                                                   before departing.

I saved the deer  from a hunter,

still lay on the ground unconscience. 

I pick the orange from  the branch

still not pill off the skin.

I have acquainted with the stars

still not accounted their numbers.

I draw water from the well

still not poured the glasses.

Roses lined up on the plate

still not carved cup from the stone.

I am not fulfil with the love

before departing,  I have things to complete,

                                                 before departing.

Translation: Selim M. Ozalp

Pillars

Selim Ozalp, 2011 ©