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selman-akil
30/M/Turkey
always more than one color. dispersion of eye in the infinity. extension of a trace, if you want. - and the cold faith of a killed man for being part of the pure nature- you know, there is no hors texte like broken chest of a galaxy. NO, don't think it is not funny. it was funny for me to write this mess-ity.
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
BREAKLESS
Tavus kuşu çok uzakta şimdi postmodern bir ışık bile \\\\ değil //// - halbuki hiç bir zaman hiç bir ^şeytan bu kadar güzel olmamıştı - /Sosyoloji acımasız: //uzak// mitlerin yankı düzlemi kinestesikle dudaklara uzak bir duruma kilitlendi./ (ve hem) /Siyaset bilimi net: Çokkültürlülük <Sıra ona gelmeden tüketildi.> Kimlik politikaları <Ciddi mevzularda asılı kaldı.>/ - vucuduma bir zaman tavus kuşu dövmesi yapmak isterdim // yapmadım. Yine de zamanla ama güneşin ne büyük bir {düşünce} olduğunu kavradım. -
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
TAVUS KUŞU
yes carbon based life form yes --------- life form -------life form // carbon based for that life form----------- -----------------the trick was the long ******* patience of the first bacteria ------- ------------------to be able to die, at least to die quicker than hell more still according to second law of thermodynamics because everything fucking dies and life dies faster a carbon based life faster it is all math at that level a simple equation more carbon is more vibration is more life is more fire.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
abiogenetic fire
Once upon a time When the time wasn't a line I met a who/man named Godot In a bar, all alone, calm but fine It was raining outside And we both were drunk S/he had a star in h/is/er left eye And in the other one the sun S/he had a face from golden sand Not only one but thousands ones S/he was drinking from an iron cup In front of bar's haunted mirror His gun was shining on the table S/he was drinking And it was raining outside I asked h/er/im to light my cigarette Complately indifferent And with strange reflex I asked: "Whom s/he will **** tonight?" We met right there that night It was raining outside And we were both drunk With an unnecessary smile "you" S/he said, unnecessary though I sat down beside It was raining outside We started to drink till late night It was raining outside Then without any hesitation l killed h/er/im at end of that night. Without knowing If in the universe If is there anyone Who wait for h/im/er to come. Selman Akıl 25.07.2017
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
DRİNKİNG WİTH GODOT
her yere sızdığından                               - gündüzleri güneşin diktatör olduğu fikri gündüzün diktatörlük           ve gecenin tüm güneşler yeterince uzak olduğundan             demokrasi olduğu fikri SAÇMA      saçma elbette      teoriye uymadığı için değil ya da iktidarın doğasını             ele vermediği için değil      foucault adını veririm değil güneş bildiğimiz güneş olduğundan ve güneş ve güneşi düşünürken -ışığın olmadığı bir anda- ışığın olmadığı bir anda politika düşünme adetinden (bilirsin ontolojik refleks) güneşi - - bir kez de olsa                                - - güneşi politik terimlerle düşünme düşünmüş olma sefaletinden ortadoğu da olsa ortadoğu'da da olsa                                       saçma saçma güneşin umrunda olmaz                   ortadoğu siyaseti güneşlerin umrunda olmaz ortadoğu siyaseti
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
(a)politik
Here I am Like a failed poetry Like a direct meaning Like an apparent melancoly I don't remember                     when exactly I forgot what was written                        on my palms and who wrote it                    for what purpose and why now it worths                   to be said to the world! Was it the true poetry? Was it the life's secret meaning? Was it a smile to the melancoly? I don't remember                         I don't remember Where it comes the power of my palms.
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
I don't remember
START: Write a poem 1- Ask yourself "Can you feel?". a) Yes b) No 2- İf 'a' Write: "I feel you This is a poem And this poem is for you." İf 'b' Write: "I don't feel you This is not a poem And this is an algorithm for you." 3- Display the result 4- Stop
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Algorithm
Your intellectual perspective, my dear, is like an endless smile. Your intellectual perspective, my dear, l hate it. Your concepts, your notions and the candies in your mind- l inevitably hate.   My dear, They are not alive! 11.07.2017   07:30 İstanbul
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
**** intellectual
I Hatırladı mı acaba Constantine İlk bakışında Boğaz'a Gözlerini atası Narkisos'un Ve ölümcül gücünü Suyun Narkisos'un gözlerinde Kendine bakmasının? 06.06.2017   06:10 İstanbul
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Şafakta Boğaziçi Köprüsü'nden Geçerken Beliren Sorular
J'avoue J'ai mal compris sa beauté Sa voix tremblante Sa bouche timide Ses lèvres émues Ses yeux noirs La peau bronzée brillante Les mouvements de son corps Et tout ça, et tout ça Mais surtout Sa voix tremblante Et ses yeux noirs J'ai mal compris tout ça. Tout ça j'ai mal compris Parce que L'amour n'est qu'un écho dans lumière Mais qu'en vérité L'écho de la lumière n'existe pas.
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May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
J'AVOUE