{"id":3474,"date":"2016-06-18T16:19:38","date_gmt":"2016-06-18T13:19:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/?p=3474"},"modified":"2016-11-21T23:48:38","modified_gmt":"2016-11-21T21:48:38","slug":"3474","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/?p=3474","title":{"rendered":"ULUKISLA OF POEM (Lilith Tablets)"},"content":{"rendered":"

ULUKISLA TABLETS<\/p>\n

black train-the brave son of the crazy wind
\nhow many tunnels you passed reaching freedom
\nthe fire feeling cold is my destiny linking to winter
\nI am in love with the ant with black eyes<\/p>\n

The snake winds its own light when in love
\nlost, orphan, destitute and savage
\nfire, revival and grief are out of love
\nlamster, stormy cry and the heart of a yuruk
\nmehmet is an orphan; inn is his light, sweat and marquee
\n\u015feker p\u0131nar- the spring full of red blood<\/p>\n

we drink kumis smelling aniseed and blood
\nthe last quake coming through the past
\ndie and rest in that mystical fission
\norisons to \u00fclgen in the cosmic journey,<\/p>\n

he was both y\u0131lmaz1 and ali2, and also r\u0131zayev
\npointing through the front sight, rear sight and eye- single target
\nsergeant hasbi, his flintlock and nacre mauser
\nbest arcane was his speech; the first love and the last hope
\nthe bullet striking even flying; the first hunt and the last joy<\/p>\n

why is our load so heavy and divine?
\n391 chests, the confidant treasure, were trusted to us
\nalpagut bey and mufti bahattin of revolutionaries
\nfelt bekir-fire ahmet-gerent adil aral
\nbouncer sergeant s\u00fcleyman -little a\u011fa
\nmirali bey and inspector hilmi of beya\u011f\u0131l
\n\u201ca girl escaped to adana, have you seen?\u201d<\/p>\n

asparagus- the holy fire of juniper
\nsickness- evil spirits- negative energy is out
\nshamanic journey, vineyard house- house of trance
\nanatolia with an ember heart, homeland of turks
\nspike- abundance- shining face- ember for heart
\nmy oath is my first love- others shot my last shiver
\nmy destiny, my broken instrument, my breath and neyzen3
\nmy mother with her majestic suffering- magician of poetry- fire wolf<\/p>\n

locomotive making for the blind dream of night
\n\u201chere comes the train, it is welcome my sweat heart
\nlaced kerchief- the road connecting foreign lands to homeland
\nhey stoker one more shovel- love is an ember
\nas it got heated, wet rails vaporized and vanished
\nbolkar took fire, on somewhere available in uluk\u0131\u015fla please<\/p>\n

I got fresh and healed in \u00e7iftehan-love tune
\nred rooster of ko\u00e7ak, lulu house full of silver and nobel metal
\nfresh spring, \u00e7aykavak passage and sansar beli
\nthe bridal crown varda bridge, g\u00fclek-belemedik
\nwhich one is running, the road or the houses- never known
\nsilent cry of a frog, grey partridge in karag\u00f6l
\na nixie in \u00e7inig\u00f6l; wedding and merriment in tarbaz
\noh neriman! the belt of a wrestler, the first love
\nthe first to kiss the full moon is cherry red and apple purple
\naltai is red- vintage festival-alpagut save us
\nit is a bowl of ayran and a patty time, and poetry
\natat\u00fcrkiye- the love competent great pavilion- \u00f6k\u00fcz mehmet pasha caravanserai
\nflag of the god- flower of dawn- fresh water is for all
\nthree hundred studs, hundred and seventy houses
\nson of r\u0131za, ethem of uluk\u0131\u015fla was only fifteen- died a martyr
\nlip print of the lost city, centipede lays its eyes on the lowland
\nwolverine steeped in an old love- hittite sun, aktoprak
\non the manes of the scarlet horses of fire, a thousand riders and divine shaman
\nah anatolia is my homeland, ni\u011fde is my heart and I die for uluk\u0131sla\u2026<\/p>\n

dursun \u00f6zden \/ lilith tablets \/ poems book \/ istanbul \/ 2015 \/ yoleri press
\ntranslation: betul akdag
\nwww.dursunozden.com.tr<\/a><\/p>\n

1. plucky
\n2. exalted
\n3. end-blown flute player<\/p>\n

$\"ulukislatren\"$ <\/a> $\"ulukisla\"$ <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"