28.2.06

time is flow


Günler saatin sarkacına bakıyor
Bir uzayıp bir kısalan yağmurlar
Bin yıldan uzun sürüyor bozkırda
Buz tutmuş otların
Toprağı ağartması.

Dadal Günçe
Ocak 99

Bresson sergisinden bir alıntı


Geçen hafta İstanbul'daydım. Picasso ve Bresson sergilerini gezdim. Bresson'un ilgimi çeken ve bir söyleşide söylediklerini, sizinle de paylaşmak istedim...

Portre çekerken aradığım bir hikaye değildir...
bir anlık bile olsa...
kişinin içindeki sessizliktir.
Hoşuma giden, beni heyecanlandıran bu.
Önünde diz çökmüşüm,
ikimiz de sessiziz...
bazen gözlerimizi kırpıyoruz...
ama çok değil...
tam bir sessizlik...

Belirli bir kuralı yok...
yanlızca algılamaya açık olmalısınız...
İnsanları izlemeye bayılıyorum,
çok yakın bir ilişki...
yırtıcı kuşlar gibiyiz,
ama ip üstündeyiz aynı zamanda.

Birisiyle tanıştığınızda aklınızda hep bir önyargı vardır.
Ama bunu silmek ve izlemek daha iyidir.
Zamanla başta farketmediğiniz bir yanını görebilirsiniz...
Genelde ilk izlenimlerde doğruluk payı vardır...

Vizörden herkesi çıplak olarak görürsünüz
Fiziksel olarak değil tabi...

Sevgili Işık'a sevgimle...

21.2.06

self-portrait 1997
Batıkent Ankara
Taken by Bilge

New

For something to come about,
Something must depart.
Hope first figures as fear;
The first appearence of the new is fright.

Heiner Müller

19.2.06

time-deaf

Some few people are born without any sense of time. As a consequence, their sense of place becomes heightened to excruciating degree. They lie in tall grass and are questioned by poets and painters from all over the world. These time-deaf are beseeched to describe the precise placement of trees in the spring, the shape of snow on the Alps, the angle of sun on a church, the position of rivers, the location of moss, the patterns of birds in a flock. Yet the time-deaf are unable to speak what they know. For speech needs a sequence f words, spoken in time.

Einstein's dreams

13.2.06

Birazda resim

Girl with Swans
Stanley Mouse

8.2.06

Security

Thanks to Maurice who reminded me to put this on the blog in such a mediocre day:)


"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."


Helen Keller

Yine

Duygularım ağır bastı
Beni rayımdan oynattı
Yine
Başka yollara sapmam için
Dürtülmem mi gerekiyordu
Yine?
August Sander'in "ölmüş" insanlarıyla
Hergün yüz yüze gelmekten,
Onları "gerçekten" göremedim
Yine
Oysa onlar hep aynı pozla
Gözlerini kırpmadan bakarken bana
Benim uykum geliverdi
Yine
Rüylarlarda yaşadığım hayatı
Tercih etmek isterdim
Ama
Neye?
Herseyin bir rüya olduğunu
Uyanınca anlayacağımı unuttum
Yine
Lakabım omega 3 olsa bile
Hafızamın uçuk renkli oldugunu
Hatırlayamadım
Yine
Zaman ne çabuk geçti
Bugün
Yine
Eve dönme vakti yaklaşmış
Bile
Hangi
Eve?

ps: Tırnaklanmış sözcüklerin anlamı asla bulunamayacaktır yaşanıncaya kadar, yine:)

What I have never seen...


"Nothing is ever the same as they said it was. It's what I've never seen before that I recognize"

Diane Arbus

7.2.06

lapa lapa

gökyüzünden pencereme konuyor yumuşacık beyaz kuş tüyleri
benekli bir desene dönüşüyor karların arkasından bizi izleyen gökyüzü
tez için ofiste, dalmışım tuşlara vururken
bir de baktım bir çocuğun kalbine çoktan dokunmuş
çekingesiz kar taneleri...

5 dakka çay molası...

...


A beautiful contribution thanks to Ben...

When you no longer put your energy into seeking approval, you can open your arms to criticism and see it as a gift, instead of as something to disapprove or defend against.

Being honest and vulnerable ends the illusion of being manipulated or discovered in any way. When your genuinely humble, there's no way that criticism can hurt you; it becomes obvious, through your own experience, that it can help you. This is how clarity takes on life as effective action, so that you are kind to others and kind to yourself.

Defense is the first act of war.

Byron Katie


6.2.06

Empty Vessel


Was there ever a longing
Without its fulfillment?
Is the bee ever drawn
To a flower that has no nectar?
Then why bang my head on walls?
I have identified with the 'doer',
When all I am
Is a vessel waiting to be emptied.
I am so full of myself,
Pictures, expectations, even the longings-
What remains if I surrender it all?
True surrender is an act of grace.
In letting go I am already filled.
In giving up control
Every dream I have ever had
Finds its home.
So hard yet so easy,
It takes a million years to realize
That it only takes an instant.
I've hit bottom in the bottomless pit of desire.
I am ready for you now, Beloved Friend!

Kiara Windrider

3.2.06

The past


The past is a foreign country not just because of all that we have forgotten, but also because of the enormous events we so well remember.

Leo Rubinfien

we, the puppets

see link...

2.2.06

Words

" I am passionate about words and the rhythm that they create,
giving expanded meaning to the mundane or enhancing the brilliant,
no matter what form they are delivered. When all is said and done,
and my life is finished, there will be only one thing that remains ;
the memories that I have left with those that have known me and my
words, whether written or spoken will be a reflection of the life
I have lived. "

Carla Iacovetti

Thanks to Alessandro

The joy of each other


"If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth."

-Mitsugi Saotome

1.2.06

If It Is Not Too Dark

A wonderful contribution from a special friend...

Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.
Get some fresh air, try to smile.
Say something kind
To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.


Always exercise your heart's knowing.

You might as well attempt something real
Along this path:


Take your spouse or lover into your arms
The way you did when you first met.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes
The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.


Play a game with some children.
Extend yourself to a friend.
Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants -
Why not let them get drunk and wild!


Let's toast
Every rung we've climbed on Evolution's ladder.
Whisper, "I love you! I love you!"
To the whole mad world.


Let's stop reading about God -
We will never understand Him.


Jump to your feet, wave your fists,
Threaten and warn the whole Universe


That your heart can no longer live
Without real love!


~ Hafiz ~