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.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
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. -
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
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.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
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
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
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
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
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.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
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
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
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
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
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
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
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.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC