29 Ocak 2020 Çarşamba

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire. -Ingeborg Bachmann


In The Storm Of Roses - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder
of leaves, once so quiet within the bushes,
rumbling at our heels.


25 Ocak 2020 Cumartesi

“My heart dresses in black and dances” Mary Oliver

                                            MOVEment: Chalayan x AyaBambi and Ryan Heffington


The Night Dances 
- Syliva Plath

A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals-
Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.
Cold folds of ego, the calla,

And the tiger, embellishing itself-
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

The comets
Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off-

Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given

These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes

Six sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.
Nowhere.

10 Ocak 2020 Cuma

Please, let there be light by Ser Hibardiyan

"Hermès Ginza" window art installation by Tokujin Yoshioka 


please, let there be light
by Ser Hibardiyan
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let your patched eyes witness
an abyss with such deepness
more you stare, more it darkens
with sharp ears, it devours

how can we tell if the path is clear
no sign of caution is near
creeping tongue leaves us mindless
armageddons bells ignite the endless

sane thoughts, in the mud they are lost
dawn brings, a repeating madness

"Peer at the pupil of a flame." - Hang Kang

  Winter through a Mirror           Hang Kang, translated by Sophie Bowman   1. Peer at the pupil of a flame. Bluish heart shaped eye the ho...