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.

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. -

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 *******  
                   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.

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

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

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.

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

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.