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For once I’m throwing my trash in the right dump. Paper goes where paper goes. Did you know when we say liquids take up the shape of the cup they are put in that we were blaming them all along? Watch your tone. Get away to come back h*me. İşaretli alanın dışına çık- mayınız. Boşu boşuna diye bir şey yok- tur. Tear sockets need converters too, let it pour.
This city is incredibly crowded. days, and it feels I have all the time to read. I brought you to my room. I think you like it here. It's you that checks the reality on me, you tell me I'm more than real, otherwise I'm not sure, I think I've never been. So I always have to be seen doing something? hold on don't throw in a theorem. Today I might start something new. Don't be afraid of poems or of what they have to say you only laugh when you understand if you understand. Do you? We'll keep the original text, see if it works or not. I may have changed my life but changing for you was never the intention. A friend asked a while ago, does it mean you love someone as long as you write about them? Maybe this place can teach me again a few things about poor construction. how to make the crooked look beautiful. or to give up trying. Writing is a matter of when you write. and no I2m not lazy. I am just very forgiving of book endings. Bu işlerin çok basit bir mantığı var; annen olanlar, ve annen olmayanlar. Rooms train you in your burden to maneuver, or in carving out for who you really are. There is an illiteracy in my literacy. We should have said goodbye.
being thrown Poetry at. Some say no amount of analysis will get you to a poem. Others simply despise the idea. I drool over it. First thing in the morning I look for my 1 TB external hard drive. It is nowhere to be found. I might start something new. I used to be a door weight. Then, I slipped my feet under from the 1 MM gap. I'm getting used to things. Some say we all carry a potential that could never be realized by poetry. Some say poems always carry contempt. And that they stand as an attack to poetry itself. Yokuştan aşağı devam edin. Türkçe konuştukça Türkçe çıkıyor çizdiğim de, yazdığım da. Bizim hiç yazlığımız olmadı. Ben hep bilimum odalarda yaşadım. Hepsi bir bütün ev eder belki. Alt alta değil de bir şeyleri yan yana koysaydım. Kalsaydım buralarda. kalsaydım. Hiç pişman olmadım. süründüm sadece. Aşık oldum. hiç pişman olmadım. Kol kuvvetleri. Dışarıda olduğumu unuttum. Hava kararmıyor. içimin karardığı kadar. siyahın da (meğer) ölçekleri var. Bu topraklar. Hatırlatın da cümleye bazı şekillerde hiç başlamayayım. Hatırlatın da çoraplarımı çıkarayım. Hatırlat da seni okuldan alayım.
I’m convinced you can’t ride a bike here unless you're a big beefy boy. I pee super fast to become a part of the club. Leaving the bathroom in a rush I know I can put my lipstick on later without needing a mirror. All men do is to strangle each other by the trash can.
Can you read what is written here? My tears seem to have made the words bleed on the paper. I found someone’s shopping list by the sidewalk. It had tomatoes on it, and a razor.
there you go I’m all scared.
The past months I continued eating ice cream.
I got mad at ice cream shops that would close down, as if in winter someone wouldn’t want for it to go cold in their mouth. I guess we couldn’t figure this communication thing out. I’ll wait around, and pretend to not know much.
Perhaps one could still adopt a child without becoming a parent.
Perhaps you can imagine I’m calling out your name. because somewhere I am.
Your job is to manage expectations.
Once you have nothing to refer to, the book writes its own sentences.
I like the streets and not per se the people.
Uniqueness has become an issue.
Mediocrity has always been one.
I used to thank them for their time.
Now I don’t even properly apologize.
Alex Dimitrov published these the past week:
*maybe I do an İstanbul version of it?