“Oh botherations”, said she with one eye closed as if seeing with two eyes would be more horrible. The scene was grotesque like the ones in a Fellini film. There was a beef steak in man’s mouth and he was really hungry but his tounge was tied with a thin golden rope so that it would be impossible to eat. All his body was chained to a table. Determined looks in his eyes gave the impression that it was all intentional. Of course somebody must have harmed him with actions or words or whatever but the woman in bewilderment was sure that the man tied up his own tounge for preventing anything to be swallowed by his mouth. The rest of the actions being taken was not an issue for him. They could chain him, beat him or they could even kill him as long as he somehow wouldn’t eat anyting…
She,without any question, unchained the body. He was naked and covered with mud and dried blood all over. She tore up the curtain to clean him. He was like a statue, didn’t even looked like he was in pain. They hugged each other because when she discovered the body, the padlocks of the gigantic building was opened immediately. When the feet were taking the steps to sunshine, they gazed at the butterflies…
I don’t remember the reason why I’ve started this journey but damn sure I know how I’ve got here. If you go to my room, you’ll see the biggest map of the stars on my long rectangular wooden desk. Lots of sticky colorful notes on it. My way of thinking quickly made the assumptions from all of those calculations as I was wandering in that room. Every square meter gave me another dream of my machine. You can guess how many ideas I developed in 200 square meters, hell right it was a large room!
I can recall the time of euraka, when I was looking through the trapezium window on the ceiling. That window was located exactly at the same location of polar star. You wouldn’t believe me when I’d say I had talked with Genji( polar star’s name, she told me); so I won’t tell you.
The machine I discovered, had needed so many enhancements. Finally I gave the shape of a pyramid to it so that all the little buttons can be reached while I sit at the base. Don’t imagine it as an oblique pyramid, it is a regular one with a regular polygon base. Not colorful though. Do you remember the invisibility cloack of Harry? Then you can imagine it now. It is not perceptible for the living; inside of it is covered with orange lateral faces. My control chair is nothing but orthodox so it is a black leather one. I can’t say all the colors of those buttons but think yourself as a bird flying over the most magnificent flower field of many colors.
Coordinates 36.9908° N, 35.3266° E
Height 186,5 cm
Base 230.4 cm
There you are sharing what I know about the looks of the ultimate machine .
The first move took hours. I got frustrated by the noises coming from the motor engine located between the base and the right lateral face. I regretted not having enough towels to dry my smelly sweat. Once the apex arose from the open trapezium window , I knew there was no coming back…
People are scattered around to world. Sometimes there is no single explanation why they live the way they do. Sometimes there is more than it seems in their behaviours. Helpless and wounded most of the time. Still trying to breathe another day. So many efforts for so unlogical causes and yet there is so much misery unsolved. They tend to believe they are unique but all those books classify them under foreseen categories and indeed the traits all fit each of those types. Sometimes it is better not to think. Sometimes it is just better to be just an aimless soul. Like a plastic bag dancing through the wind , controlled by the wind.
Geçen sene sanal gerçeklik de dolaşırken karşılaştığım ve yazdıklarını okumaktan çok zevk aldığım pek çok yazar oldu. Bu topraklarda kendimce kelimelerle oynarken, onların kimi kuzey yarımkürede kimi güneyde kendi tarzlarını oluşturmakla uğraşan şahane kadın ve erkek yazarlardı.Bugün onlarla ilgili birkaç cümle istiyorum. Çoğunuzun düşündüğü şey doğru. Çok kitap okuyan ve bunun üstüne bir de “aaaa ben de yazabilirim” diyen insanların garip olduğu doğrudur.Toplum içine karışmak isteyen ve istemeyen olarak iki gruba ayrılıyorlar diyebiliriz çoğu zaman ama aslında tek bir grup vardır.Toplum içine karışmak istemeyen ama o durumda yazacak kendine özgü birşey bulamayacağından kendini sosyalleşmeye zorlayan insanlar topluluğu.
Kalabalık bir ortamda, çoğu da tanıdıkları insanlardan oluşsa bile bir süre sonra tavana bakmaya başladıklarını farkedebilirsiniz ve eminim çoğu zaman bunu kibirle karıştırırsınız. Ancak bu aslında tamamen yabancılık çekme durumudur. En azından bende öyle başlamıştı. Ama kendim gibi olmayanlarla kaynaşabilmeye o kadar alıştım ki, kendim gibi olanların arenasında tavana bakmaya başladım . İşte garip demekle kastettiğim tam olarak budur. Bu tip insanlar ile günlük hayat rutininde edebiyata yer açamayan insnalar arasındaki fark çok basittir. İkisi de a noktasından başlayıp B noktasına varır. Ama birisi gittiği yoldan çıkardığı sonuçla hayatın sadece doğmak ve ölmek olmadığını anlarken diğeri sadece kendisine söylenenlerin yarattığı yaşamı sonuç sanır. Sevgiler…
Mother earth keeps a small passage to magicland. I know because I have been there. Under the clear starry night of Olympos beach, I layed my body down like it was just a piece of paper. My conciousness was in its own will so that everything was a toy for it to achieve its goal.Eyes of the face watched every move of every star. Ears heard every sound of the nature. Mediterrean sea provided ultra sounds of the Earth’s inner beat. As one of the stars started to shoot, my conciousness started to arise and wreathed thruogh the atmosphere. The most magnificent colored door appeared all of a sudden. All the bodily parts were still on the beach, kept waiting to merge with the soul. After the conciousness opened the door and went inside, the body waited there forever…
Uzun uğraşlar sonucunda; amazon, kindle ve createspace de kitaplarım tekrar paperback ve e-book olarak yerlerini aldılar..
“Three” paperback version
“The Shadow House” paperback version
“The Shadow House” kindle version