Sunday, August 23, 2009

BiBi ( B.B)


BiBi
Ah BiBi,
Golgemin soguk guzeli
Kentin yanliz Kralicesi
Begonvillerin tomurcuk cicegi
Yesil cay kokusu saclarinin
Sen, benim gizli suretim
The silhouette of my immortal beloved
Ayna da  kendimi degil seni goruyorum
Gunlerdir ruya’lar goruyorum
Zumrut-deniz-yosun-papatyalar
Sonra
Karabulut-yagmur- ihanet ve intihar- buz-soguk cok soguk-buz
Gizli bahcesindeyiz kentin
Hint kenevirinden bir tutam esrar
Dizime yatiyorsun
Cicekler diziyoruz arka arkasina
Araya sikistirilmis bir denot gibi gelip geciyor dusum
Ruyalarimida parantez icinde yasiyor unlem ile bitiriyorum her seferinde, seninle
Baslamadan bitiyor goruceklerim
Yasamadan yazmam gibi seni
Cocuk serilerinden firlamis iki  kahraman gibi
Ben Alice sen Caterpillar
Hala  iki parmak cocuguz
Uslanmaz iki cocuk,
Yapan ve yikan
Ayrilali tam 4 gun oldu
Otogarda biraktim seni
Donunce arkani, ufledim tek tek yanan mumlarimi
Tukendikce bitiyor sari isik
Sen gittikce karariyor deniz
Once koyu lacivert oluyor Istanbul sonra koyu gri
Sehre gelmek te donmek kadar zor
Artik yorgunum
Dar gecitlerden geciyorum
Bu sehre gelmek icinde donmek icinde savasiyorum
Ara koprulerden bakiyorum ucurum assagilarina
Daraliyorum
Bir oyuncagi paylasir gibi paylasiyoruz
Ademin elmasini
Ben isiriyorum sen izliyorsun
Icim buram buram
Sonra sen gidiyorsun
Hic birsey olmamis gibi
Hic yasamamissin
Hic yasanmamis gibi
Kara bulutlarin arkasindan beklenen bir yagmur gibi
Sonunu bilirmis gibi
Alismissin, Kabullenmissin gibi
Ah BiBi
Ah
Benim soguk Kralicem,
Deli kanini akit kanima
Baska turlu gecmiyor zaman
ve  yetmiyor seni yasamaya da yazmaya da
BiBi
Ah BiBi
Momo goca kahu laluya-ya
Momo ciko kahu laluya-ya yaya

Seyhan Sitti
6.Agustos.2009

BiBi (B.B)
BiBi
Oh BiBi,
The cold beauty of my own shadow
The forlorn queen of my metropolis
The green tea scent of your hair
You, my furtive silhouette
The silhouette of my immortal beloved
I only see you on the mirror but myself
I dream for days and days
Emerald, ocean, seaweed, daisy
Then,
Black cloud and rain, treachery and suicide, ice and cold,
Very cold ice
We are in the secret garden of the metropolis
A small pinch of hemp plant
You lay down on my knees
We line up flowers one by one
Then,
My dream comes and goes like a squeezed denote
I see my dreams within parentheses and ends with exclamation point in each time
With you
My dreams end before even they starts
Like the way I write you without living you
You and I are like two tiny brave characters jumped out of classic kid’s series
I am Alice you are Caterpillar
We are still two finger kids who build and destroy
Two finger kids who never get fatigued
 It’s been exactly four full days since we got separated
I left you at the bus terminal
When you turned back, I blew the candles one by one
The yellow light is about running out
The sea is getting darker when you leave
First, Istanbul becomes dark navy blue then becomes dark grey
Coming to city is as hard as leaving
Now, I am drained
I pass through thigh tunnels
I battle for coming to the city and to leaving
I look down the bottom of the cliff among the bridges
I become meager and meager
We share the Adam’s apple like a precious toy
I take a bite, you watch
Then, you go
As if nothing happened
As if you weren’t there
As if you never lived
As simple as an expected rain after the dark clouds
As if you knew the end
As if you are so used to it
As if you already accepted it
Oh BiBi
Oh
My chilly queen
Pour your mad blood in my vessels
Or else, time doesn’t move
And
Time isn’t enough to reside you and to write you
BiBi
Oh BiBi
Momo goca kahu laluya-ya
Momo ciko kahu laluya-ya yaya

Seyhan- 


Maura- Una

A secret  puzzle

A secret garden

You are violet, pink and purple

You are the colors of your eyes


How long ago we got devoted to each other?

Not long…

Time and destiny???

The miracle must be coming from the love of art in our blood

The violet, pink and purple blood

The blood running within my vessels

 

Maura-Una , you brought seasons with sensations

The freshness of spring and

The enigmatic poetry of  fall

We haven’t pass the half yet

There are other seasons, like other doors

 

Inspire me my Maura-Una

Give me solace 

Give me the power to move my little toe

Here another season is coming closer now

Soon, you will be cold as cold as I will be

We can only be inside the circle of color together

Let’s get warm within- Violet, Pink and Purple-

 

You are the queen of this steel land

Maura-Una ,

You are the mysterious motions of my poetry

Let’s get a cup of tea

Let’s walk….


Seyhan-

August 20, 2009 11.08 am

 



I believe...

I believe in design. I believe in design that offers solutions. I don’t believe in absolute, I believe in relativity. Creativity is important, finding solutions in a creative way is more important. Having skills is crucial, but finding original expressions of ideas is more important. I love red, orange and green. I find plastic irresistible as a material. I love being able to create forms with plastic. I believe in motion, emotion, and innovation. I hate rituals and routines. Design should represent a sense of direction in nature and life. I care about environment. I recycle. I love earth and everything belongs to it. Straight and parallel lines are against my nature. Curve, twist, angel, bend, asymmetry are musts of design. I love abstract and geometric forms. I also love organic shapes and structures. I love art, architecture, music, movie, literature and technology. I use, prefer, Mac and Wacom. I enjoy using 3D software’s and all Adobe applications. I write letters, poems and short stories. I read Donald Norman, Gaston Bechelard, Sylvia Plath. I do abstract paint and quick hand sketching. I never forget carrying my sketchbook and my pen. I do forget my cell phone and keys. I like talking to people. I love talking to people who enhance my vision. My family is the substance of my life. I ask opinions and suggestions. However, I only listen my inner voices. I hate Renaissance and its style. I love contemporary. I hate Mona Lisa-I hate Paris Hilton too-. I love simplicity and cleanness in design, art, and architecture. I love Rose Lovegrove. I hate Karim Rashid. I hate his color palette. I love Zaha Hadid. I love to think how she looks and sees nature. I also love Philip Johnson, Brancusi, Miro. I believe in freedom and responsibility. I don’t believe in patriotism and politics. I believe in individualism. I don’t believe in prophets. I believe the existence of witches and angels. I carry evil eye on me. I eat sushi and everything comes out of sea. I buy magazines. I thank, apology, and forgive. I cry if I need to, but I laugh and smile with no reason. I have a sense of humor and I enjoy people who I can laugh with.I fail and learn from them. I don’t like history, although my past is my biggest inspiration. I have interests and I seek accomplishments within them. I have developed immunity of design, which represents happiness, curiosity and excitement. Ideology means having guidelines I don’t believe in guidelines. I jump barriers. I don’t believe in social ethics and morality I believe in liability and responsibility. 

Seyhan-
May 13,2009 
10:51 pm