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Binnaz Yildiz Poem
We wash our dead, our dead!
We make paper bags, alembics, sandpaper and words from their bones
The abstract reality of the walls - the chandelier of the sky - the sound reflected in the water
We mix our mortar like we are doing things bigger than our size
Sworn - promises were given - everything was irrationally dismissed
Above a fire - a swearing from the flames - a gothic wound - the embers of our chest
And our dead are the apocalypse scenario - the pendulum of time of our geography
Helpless puerperal - not a baby but fresh blood pouring from our womb
A raining cloud was hanging in the coffin - a lost continent in a steel box
Our dead were silent! The eye in the compass - the hunter in the cave - silent Ptolemy
A text in Sanskrit on the steles - the bat flower - dark history
And the screaming dead, Ida Nadi, Ida Nadi!
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Fold-count-recount and refold the puzzle in my mind- the map in gold dust-whose memories-flying lamps-exploding light bulb chaos-Edison's memory
Everywhere and nowhere-whose is ?The soul of things-intuition from the lining that I do not wear- purified from my bones I was thrown into a bell jar
The lid was closed-the room was folded: The mirror was broken in my mind. Darkness. BLIND SPOT(…)
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The bright lights of the night's feathers...
The ointment of a cylindrical prayer is now - Spy aphorism...
My Siamese soul, caressed between a woman's fingers, a stained, fat racket...
In an announcement that no one hears, the old baker sells bodies. Fingers fall from behind every window, a clan cemetery at their tips
The sound of children dying on watery slopes, approaches me in .sandals. I collect my shadow from the strawberry garden.
I find peace in sleep. Young gloom remembers my traces on my feet.
With every opening of a black encyclopedia, I search for my plural face in the pages.
Balloons fill the sky. In the bottle I blow, the ocean breeze...
Someone sings lullabies and my eyes swing in the newborn's cradle.
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A microcosm rushing towards the light, a pathological soul in my mouth, a belonging buried in my back
The dagger of my brain: a spear, within a flayed piety (forgotten hand) my brain cavities
a rain of morphine
I am a wooden bird, a star circling in God's fireflies, a collision of Venus and Uranus, a three-eyed serpent (History bleeds in my voice)
I am captive Maya, imprisoned 2012, a devil's triangle in the song of the seas, loneliness drips from my groin, loneliness that shoots itself! - A city's call to war
A dead man in my veins, unknown to me, the fear of a eunuch on his forehead, shaking! Demeter
A dirty river in my nails, Apollo woke up, twin beds
This is the season of shame, an angel hides in a cage, a cliff floating in the iron ocean (my fins
capsized)
The cobalt juggler entered my eyes, entered my eyes! There's no place to escape! The lastflute's last melody, heavy melodrama in missing persons notices
Minimal words in the low dome of the rain, theatrical Cleopatra
My skin, my skin, is tied to Solomon. I am the caliph of children sharpened with bone. My throne is hollow,my throne is embers.
I am the footsteps of a drowning people!!! The rope is broken, our hair is slippery. SHOUTOUR SONG! HUMAN, OATH IN MY HEART!
My wounded soul is a scab, it still moves in my mother's groin!
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I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound!
Incessantly playing a broken accordion
My mind's repurposed angels distribute a few alms for the rain god
And the scent of old trunks falls on my cloned funeral
I encase my senses in the pit between lal-mim/sol-fa
I now have a house, crooked lives churning within my tiles
I am against—you are against—all the laws of physics.
Cigarette butts that never cease to smoke fall from the sky.
You are something that always feels cold. Hiding Dali in your body
That's why elephants make love alone. Storms, a great curse
I saw myself in the first shelter of hydrangeas
I cut my cord, in defiance of the all-out pain in my back
I feel like ripping out a gangrenous wound
Yet, it won't be mentioned in any medical book, and you won't know why
I simply drew your blood...
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I paced the night and in my heart
A woman's unique melody - my lips wet
The hands of darkness on my wrists - the veil of silence I wore
She with birds dripped from her eyes
The sky vomited a flower and kissed the dregs of wine
And woman's grief was as vast as kites
As sorrowful as the smoke of a pipe
She was in my blood
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At the vintage of my madness, every morning a king dresses and undresses in the image of my father.
-Which smile spreads across such a vile face?
Who can touch the whorish darkness on my lip?
My wakefulness distills shrapnel pieces into my inflamed abdominal cavity.
The parenthesis of something in my cannibalism: “Women Who Run with the Wolves.”
My tongue and palate are in pain, a glass of martini under the full moon.
Old dynamites and rat eyes in my limbs…
An old circus traveler plays me with strings on my arms.
The god of lust living in my groin crushes all theories.
I am a hunter now on my mother’s knees.
Last night, I drowned my childhood in the river of innocence
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My uncanny body is a labyrinth, a corpse flower, my passions are dying!
I am running towards a mad fire, a beggar is sucking my mind.
Stealing my voice (My blessed fate is silent!)
He and I in the mirrors, what remains of us…
I am strangling my God!
A greasy noose tight around His throat,
A rotten chair at the end of a loathsome corridor, typhus, bacteria…
A giant magnifying glass at my temple and a matryoshka…
In our tongue, the lament is heavy…
The old man holding the world…
In his hat, a black leech, the white rabbit is the sky;
His ear is severed.
The black box, all passengers missing and lost.
A metal room in the missing person ads…
The time of misty continents.
I passed through the bandaged passage, the Ferris wheel and the carousel…
A childhood I do not recognize, lines on its feet, a red corset on its waist, stitch marks on its chest…
The age of innocence explodes in the mouth of a black slave!
Embargo, monarchy, war, famine! (Never will abundance arrive!)
Our women...
Shadows in their hair and tuberculosis on their lips…
Snow made of mercury on their backs, anarchy descending from their hands
People are witnesses to the apple, the puberty of Eve,
Narcissus on Bosch’s wall, Caravaggio descending to hell,
That terrible torture, anima…
Jesus wept for wounded souls and placed a narcissus on his head, light, red blood cell, metamorphosis
I broke the wine of Cem, Shakespeare drank a goblet of hemlock,
Lear lost his mind
The Sphinx, the dragon of a black night, offered death to man
History is bleeding with a sin born of torment!
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Please leave the light on!
I dragged my hair in the mirror in a dark navy blue sea
I sat in front of me-Tantalus ate my heart
Dejavu is always my dreams. When I woke up, I was an amethyst stone
And the broken glass was under me. Snakes were falling into the sky garden
The last trumpet blew on my surface. On the silver-shining skin of an angel
I darkened the sun. I walked on the ship of my skin, the Bosphorus was the daughter of Athena
Hours are simultaneous geometry. A toy dead body is the pain of flesh on my cheek
Please don't turn off the lights!
My 1 year old is passing by the bridge at the end of my bed. His horse Yehuda's trumpet is constantly blowing
A merchant is selling my photograph. I dressed, the paints flowing from the canvas to my soul
Violets are rotting in the formaldehyde solution. The leaves are lynching the last mammoth of the forest
We learned primitiveness. That's why our pain doesn't turn to the dawn
A blurry moment... The mask I'm chasing is bleeding into my plastic body
My angry, mad shadow is swaying. Blurry time...
I'm bent over and swaddling my face. In Euclid's cadaver reflected in the glass...
I'm scared, please leave the light on!
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