“My laboriously painted vision of the god of the forest. ...
It had tdo with the history of painting rather than any
wood creature.” Stan Brakhage
you'll ascend the stairs slowly
on your skirts a golden pile of leaves
always you'll be looking at the East crying
Always looking at the East crying to be revived
waters are yellowing ... your face paling in shadows
bending roses bleed bleeding to the ground
wait flame like on branches nightingale
has water burnt why is the marble bronze
From yellow to bronze to crimson to night
is the fiery movement of the soul in its ascent.
Fire is reflected light in the evening twilight,
soon to be replaced by the reflected light of the moon.
The nightingale and the branch on which it stands
become one, waiting together.
wait flame like on branches nightingale
look at the crimson sky turning evening
(Ahmet Hasim)
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When One has given up One’s life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine (the color of tea)
Upon the Cataract. .....(Emily Dickinson)
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Windows, windows are better;
you see the birds passing by at least
instead of four walls. ....(Orhan Veli) ........passes by
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The Eyes of Absence
Pursuing phantom pains.
Love of Words
A part of,
apart from my lover.
As words separate, I draw close
as words draw near, I fall apart.
The all sufficiency of language is a concept which,
which can only be conceived by the all powerful.
So the creator Tyrell punished
the glorious Nexus-6 models with mortality
so that they do not learn too much and become like gods.
Without realizing that all the replicants arrived at
was the weave wall of human emotions.
Murat Nemet-Nejat
Posted over on Poems & Poetics
From Nemet-Nejat’s major new work, The Spiritual Life of Replicants, published recently by Talisman Books.
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