Translated by Sevda Akyuz
From the Typewritten Poems
KALEIDOSCOPE SIMILE
OPTIMISTICALLY
The pain of established estrangement
Their own enemies without love or cognition
and a black phrase chained by ruthless shellfish.
A reason for a stranger?
A reason for establishment?
A reason for an established stranger?
As they silenced the language of the infinite,
Delineating truth from outside with the thick big filthy
line of accuracy.
When looking through the kaleidoscope
possibility of coloring the particles
at the bottom
negates and dries up barren expectations, traditional
gods, arid reality of herds
and getting wings to live in one’s scatter. . .
Gently swipe your hand to the right and look
your hand is lightly on the right
(A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose)
Now is visible the renewed color distinction.
Walk four paces, turn the dear red
object four times (red was the first and only)
Look at what you see with passion
Four different times four different razzmatazz. . .
Embrace, touch those like you. . .
Sensory joy of an unknown quality,
Similar to the identicalness of tiny colorful dividednesses
so pretty, so tidy, so messy, so unimaginable
shifts in spaces!
Sequence your lines of poetry spontaneously by yourself
Roll your toy over and bring your glance nearer,
Isn’t the sequencing of fractures appropriate
for words spontaneously by themselves?
Don’t ask! Oh, is there never a shadow,
but always a light for the stagnant disordered dark
flowing from the window to your heart?
Fearing the fracture of translucent objects,
loss of particles, drifting in the powerful
confiscating wind of the faraway,
towards other geographies.
Cast away dark-emotioned possibility with the
power of your consciousness
without letting its forms make incisions on your soul—
Find new kaleidoscopes after the disillusionment
If hidden from you, set up the self-creation
of your innocence.
As capable in your heart as it goes
Make your simulacrum,
More powerful beings and authentic distinctions
wait for you in your endeavors,
You get astonished at your lace heart
and at its elegant talent.
Don’t wait for a moment let your deliverance come
from bright colors and
dreaming of morsels of pleasure in the dark abstract,
finding peace in the street awareness.
Expectations that cannot be aware of the childishness
that got drunk slyly and through funnels
by the cunning who spread
the influence against resistance. . .
Throw up executioner judgments with all your cells!
Then call out to the posterity proudly
with the unique marbles you play!
XXX
LAUNCH
Little time left of this dragged body of mine
I should die as I am as am I
Without thinking of blood and bodily secretions
I need to choke the breath out of being born!
How becoming death is
for this pale heart.
Time that does not connect joys to each other
is a grizzly bridge and its unbearable shadow.
There goes my overlooked body
I should die as I am as am I
Without thinking of friends, family, or any kind of hope
I need to chop up this revolting body with my mind!
Would I know before
the approaching darkness
it was my life that could be ended?
I was cheerful, so cheerful
that my laugh would spook people!
Time runs out now on my worn-out body
I should die as I am as am I
Without thinking of love, ties, or any kind of triumph
I need to be stiff just like that!
XXX
