Wednesday

from: zeynep b. yıldırım
title: ayna
form: digital visual design; electronic slide presentation.

text:

POET, ACTOR


Hakan Akçura

Hiding a glance is the night before at this place
the games having words left unspoken
half tables, the scent of entertainment unspoken.

A lonely child
Drawn on paper...His bewilderment stems from his ambition
Against every new thing, and his eye wounded...

Our reflections do not look like ourselves, we know it
Nothing in the mirror of a half table...
Sentence
Ascending –and never descending
on the waiting color of water–
Such a line
Our hand...

2.6.'91
Hakan Akçura
..........
OBSERVER
VOYEUR
..........
GENTLE
COURAGEOUS
HUMAN
LONELY
..........
PERVERSELY OBSESSED WITH WHAT HE OBSERVES
ARTIST?
..........
FRIENDLY
COMPASSIONATE
MEDICINE
..........
MALE
(The only reason men talk to you is because he want to get laid, you stupid fucking cunts/A.C.)
..........
PASSENGER,
STRANGER

But you can find him always at the same places...
He stands there, his door is ajar.
Everybody can come and see him.
Can tell him their problems and get solutions from him.

But it seems he needs nobody.
Sometimes I call his name, afraid of spoiling his silence.
Does he really exist?
..........
ADULT
I know neither his weaknesses, nor his love, nor his laugh, nor the child inside him.
Perhaps...
.............
I was ecstatic, but I found you all the same;
That water flowing loud from you to me excited me;
The longer the river flows, the longer can I turn the waterwheel;
So that a thousand tulips kiss the roses of our love
(by Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi)