Nazım Hikmet Ran

TUNA ÜSTÜNE SÖYLENMİŞTİR..

Gökte bulut yok,

Söğütler yağmurlu,

Tuna’ya rastladım,

Akıyor çamurlu çamurlu..

Hey Hikmet’in oğlu, Hikmet’in oğlu!

Tuna’nın suyu olaydın,

Karaorman’dan geleydin,

Karadeniz’e döküleydin,

Mavileşeydin, mavileşeydin, mavileşeydin..

Geçeydin Boğaziçi’nden,

Başında İstanbul havası,

Çarpaydın Kadıköy İskelesi’ne,

Çarpaydın, çırpınaydın,

Vapura binerken Memet’le anası…

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Guillaume Apollinaire

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Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante
L’amour s’en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l’Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

 

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880 – 1918)

Daily mythology: rivers

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 Who will ever finish this article? There’s so much to say about rivers….Rivers are: Connections, borders, trade-routes, spenders of life, emanations of gods or individualities, hell or paradise, epiphanies, myths, destroyers, creators….

There are tiny little creeks like Kızıldere, Talent, Venoge, Black Creek, Walnut Creek, Gorgazzo, Wandse, Panke; we have bigger rivers like Neretva, Isonzo, Kızılırmak, Oder (Deutschland Oder Polen?), Aare, Meuse, and we have the majesties like the Mississippi, the Nile, the Amazonas, the Danube, the Hudson, the Delaware, the Congo, the Wolga, the Euphrates and the Tigris,the Yellow River, the Ganga, the Brahmaputra.

“I’ve known rivers:

I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the

flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.

I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.

I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln

went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy

bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:

Ancient, dusky rivers.”

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.” (Langston Hughes)

There’s a general formula for rivers: In their youth they are noisy, fast, strong- minded, carrying tons of stones, earth and sand down the mountainside. In their adulthood melody prevails, they flow in beautiful bends, but still they’re strong, powering mills, electric plants, factories, but caring about their shores, where you might find promenades, trees, flowers, meadows….At a great age they slow down, show a mighty shape, carry ships and put all their earth and sand down as sediment deposits, raising hereby their own beds and generating estuaries like deltas, hopper-throats or marshes.

On the other side each river has it’s own shape, even it’s biography. Take a Norvegian river: sloping down the mountains very fast, reaching the sea – or the fiord – after just about 100 miles. Contrastingly for example the Wolga. Its source is just some hundred meters above sea-level, but slowly slowly it flows for thousands of miles  to the Caspian sea. Find out the specialty, the biography of your river! There is a big difference for example in between Rhine, Danube or Elbe.

Rivers give a quite new key to geographic understanding . Instead of national borders you can imagine the landscape as catchment area (means: which creek, which ditch, which rivulet is spending its water to that or that stream?) Where are the watersheds and continental divides? By using that key you get a living and lively imagination of the landscape! I learned it from Goethe.

Tonight, lying awake, I decided to create a special blog about river literature, river-lyrics and river prose. Here it is.

“What’s the matter with me
I don’t have much to say
Daylight sneakin’ through the window
And I’m still in this all-night cafe
Walkin’ to and fro beneath the moon
Out to where the trucks are rollin’ slow
To sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow…” (Bob Dylan)

Mythologie des Alltags: Der Nullmeridian

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Wie viele Male habe ich schon über den Nullmeridian nachgedacht. Ich weiß, wie wirksam er unbeschadet seines Namens und ganz im Gegensatz etwa zur Nulllösung oder der Nullinformation ist. Schneidend wie ein Damaszenerschwert fährt er durch Greenwich, teilt die Sternwarte und mit ihr die ganze Welt in zwei Teile, lässt keinem von uns die Chance des Sowohl-als-auch. Entweder bist du westlich oder östlich von ihm, er erlaubt da keine Wahl. Die Murrays mit ihren vier Kindern wohnen hier, die Chamberlains haben ihr Reihenhaus drüben Die Küche von Vivien vibriert mit allen Gläsern unter seinem Durchgang, und in der Galerie schreien Geoffrey und Valerie. Die meisten Greenwicher merken indes gar nichts von seinem Schnitt. Themse und Ärmelkanal trennt er entzwei, lässt Brighton rechts und Le Havre links liegen. Weiter weg fühlen die äsenden Herden anatolischer Schafe oder argentinischer Jungbullen ihn als Symmetrieachse. Nur fern, fern auf der andern Seite des Erdballs wird sein Einfluss milder. Unsicher irrt da eine Frau mit ihrer wenigen Habe durchs überflutete Reisfeld. Und im Mekongdelta gar der Palolowurm: er ist nicht einmal bei der eigenen Fortpflanzung dabei. Er schickt einfach sein hinteres Ende zu dem Fest, gefüllt mit Spermien oder Eizellen. Welche Dramatik erleben Valerie und Geoffrey dagegen!

Daily mythology: Gay people

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Our country, like all the other predominant Muslim countries, should be a paradise for all Gay people: Women and men ar as separated as possible, as a man you only shake hands with other men, as a woman with women. Unbiased boys are linking arms and hugging in the streets, but beware if boy and girl do so: the girl should be beaten! So all the bodily attraction happens in between same genders.

Why then are Gays feeling so much hatred in these regions? I think, because everyone feels that tendency inside himself and tries to fight it back…..