Monthly Archives: July 2006

boats on the Riva river and bridge

riva river bridge, blacksea side, istanbul, pentax k10d

riva river bridge, blacksea side, istanbul, pentax k10d

Riva beach : sands, sea and clouds

riva beach, blacksea, istanbul, pentax k10d

riva beach, blacksea, istanbul, pentax k10d

I touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I touch Istanbul

yellow tulips and black tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow tulips and black tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

THE WALNUT TREE

my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred
Neither you are aware of this, nor the police

I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in water
My leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk handkerchief
pick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your eyes
My leaves are my hands, I have one hundred thousand
I touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I touch Istanbul
My leaves are my eyes, I look in amazement
I watch you with one hundred thousand eyes, I watch Istanbul
Like one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat my leaves

I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
neither you are aware of this, nor the police

Nâzım HİKMET
Translated by Gün GENCER

red flowers, you live in cowardly darkness like a scorpion.

red-yellow flowers, istanbul, pentax k10d

red-yellow flowers, istanbul, pentax k10d

The Strangest Creature On Earth
You’re like a scorpion, my brother,
you live in cowardly darkness
like a scorpion.
You’re like a sparrow, my brother,
always in a sparrow’s flutter.
You’re like a clam, my brother,
closed like a clam, content,
And you’re frightening, my brother,
like the mouth of an extinct volcano.

Not one,
not five–
unfortunately, you number millions.
You’re like a sheep, my brother:
when the cloaked drover raises his stick,
you quickly join the flock
and run, almost proudly, to the slaughterhouse.
I mean you’re strangest creature on earth–
even stranger than the fish
that couldn’t see the ocean for the water.
And the oppression in this world
is thanks to you.
And if we’re hungry, tired, covered with blood,
and still being crushed like grapes for our wine,
the fault is yours–
I can hardly bring myself to say it,
but most of the fault, my dear brother, is yours.

Nazim Hikmet

Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)

explorer

walking on Riva beach, Riva Village in Istanbul, Pentax K10d

walking on Riva beach, Riva Village in Istanbul, Pentax K10d

Riva river and village, We will master this science and read this book of love.

Riva river

Riva river

fish restaurant near on Riva river.  Pentax K10D

True speech is the fruit of not speaking.

True speech is the fruit of not speaking.
Too much talking clouds the heart.

If you want to clear the heart,
say this much, the essence of all talking:

Speak truly. God speaks through words truly spoken.
Falsity ends in pain.

Unless you witness all of creation in a single glance,
you’re in sin even with all your religion.

The explanation of the Law is this:
The Law is a ship. Truth is her ocean.

No matter how strong the wood,
the sea can smash the ship.

The secret is this:
A “saint” of religion may in reality be an unbeliever.

We will master this science and read this book of love.
God instructs. Love is His school.

Since the glance of the saints fell on poor Yunus
nothing has been a misfortune.

from The Drop That Became the Sea: Lyric Poems of Yunus Emre, Translated by Kabir Helminski / Translated by Refik Algan

a red tulip , Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants

red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

Don Quixote 
The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants,
he on his sad but brave Rocinante.
I know what it means to be longing for something,
but if your heart weighs only a pound and sixteen ounces,
there’s no sense, my Don, in fighting these senseless windmills.

But you are right, of course, Dulcinea is your woman,
the most beautiful in the world;
I’m sure you’ll shout this fact
at the face of street-traders;
but they’ll pull you down from your horse
and beat you up.
But you, the unbeatable knight of our curse,
will continue to glow behind the heavy iron visor
and Dulcinea will become even more beautiful.

Nazim Hikmet

Local heros

Sirkeci Railway Station and Red Bulls Local Heros event by Pentax K10D

Sirkeci Railway Station and Red Bull's Local Heros event by Pentax K10D

Riva, old tree in castle behind the wall

Riva castle and Riva village mosque, blacksea, Istanbul, Pentax K10d

Riva castle and Riva village mosque, blacksea, Istanbul, Pentax K10d

Uphill

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.

Christina Rossetti

Local heros event in Sirkeci Railway Station

Red Bulls Local Heros event in Sirkeci Railway Station, Pentax K10D

Red Bull's Local Heros event in Sirkeci Railway Station, Pentax K10D