Perihan

bir kanat kırılınca
iki can yerde kalır.

perilerin sultanı da
eşiyle hep masadaydı,

tek kızının düğününde
yüreğiyle göğe ağdı,

gövde ile dönülmüyor
hakikat kapısın' semahı.

Hasan

bir elli beş boyunda
aygutların soyunda
amasya, halaz köyünde
lakabı gödek hasan

düğünlerde pehlivan
gönüllerde taht kuran
çakır gözlü, sert bakan
'bağırtlak' kabadayı hasan

dört sene askerlik etmiş
van'dan hanik'e name çekmiş
eliyle ev inşa etmiş
sıhhiyeci çavuş hasan

atla tarlaları gezer
sonra motosiklete geçer
defterinde yüzölçümler
pancar çavuşu memur hasan 

cemde vazifeli idi
dedenin sağ dizindeydi
gülbenk zamanı inme geldi
yarım kaldı dedem hasan

on dört sene hasta gezdi
sebebi hep merak etti
bir kaşık süt, son yemeği
çok ağlattı baba hasan.

Nezihe

seksenli yaşlarındaydı
kızı,
kızının kızı,
kızının kızının kızı
etrafındaydı
bana çay koyan eli öpünce ben
yüzü ay gibi parladı.
"aferin" dedi.
belki rahmetli eşi
aklına geldi.
ona "hayat" derdi.
maviş gözleri
mutfağın duvarını deldi.
nefes verdi.
bir daha almadı.

Sokuşma

Yavrusu, kestane rengi saçlarının budağında yaşar.

Sipariş Fişi

Yer: Kitchenette, Kanyon AVM
Tarih: 15/10/2013, Kurban Bayramı 1. gün

Güzel bir gün.
Çekirdek aile, güzel yemek, güzel şarap, lokum gibi hava...
Telefonun bataryası bitti, biz de sipariş fişlerine yazıp çizdik :)

Alttaki bir şiir, bugün yazdım ama sarhoş olduğumdan tarihi yanlış atmışım :))

yüzünü yıkamak istiyorum
makyajını temizlemek
ve yaşlılığını hayal etmek.
küçük yuvarlak
                   masada
nefesin yüzüme
          vursun istiyorum
dizin dizime
                değsin
ve göz bebeklerin
               büyüsün istiyorum
                                  çırılçıplak.

Elimizde sipariş fişi olunca ailece siparişler yazdık. Sırayla benim, eşimin ve kızmın siparişleri var aşağıda:

Siparişlerim: Huzur, bilgi, alkol.

 Eşimin siparişleri: Anlamak, bilmek, ilham vermek.

Kızımın siparişleri: Bebek, huzur, köfte-patates :)

Sonra bir veciz yumurtladım:

"Bir kadının hayatının yanısıra hayallerini de doldurmaya yeltendiğinde kaybetmeye başlarsın."

IBM'den bahsetmesem olmazdı:

Bir de karşı masadaki kısa saçlı kızı çizdim:

Bütün bunlar 10 dakikada oldu.
İyi bayramlar.

Kabul Etmeliler!

Bu akşam Baylan'da, mum ışığında kızımla konuştuk ve 7 yaşında birine göre ilginç şeyler söyledi:

- Babalar kızlarının sevgililerini hep sınavdan geçirir zaten.
- Nereden çıkardın bunu?
- Dizide gördüm, Yahşi Cazibe.
- Neden bu sınav?
- Güvenemiyorlar.
- Neden güvenemiyorlar?
- Erkekler...
- ...?
- Erkeklerin huyu işte.
- Peki, ne yapmaları gerekir?
- Kabul etmeliler.
- Ya geri zekalının tekini getirirsen sevgili diye?
- Ben geri zekalı birini getirmem. O kadar mal değilim.

Kabul etmeliyiz beyler. O kadar :\

Monster High!!!

Today my wife asked my six years old daughter what makes her sad the most. My daughter answered without a pause and her answer was a priority list, ordered from the most important to the least:

1. Losing my Monster High Dolls set
2. Mom's death
3. Dad's death
4. Grandparents' death

Monster High sucks!

Hands

These are my grandmother's hands. My grandmother is about 85. She is a highly intelligent sweet tiny lady who is nearly 150 cm tall. These talented small hands managed lots of thing so far; including looking after me for months.
Seni çok seviyorum anneanne :)

P.S. Thank you Euphrates for the inspiration.

The Pieces out of The Mess

This morning, we took the bag, my daughter threw all the drawings in it, and started to sort out the things inside. After an hour, here are the ones worth uploading. The first one (above) is a map says my daughter. I just noticed the similarity between this map and the official logo of Hamilton Institute.

This one is a ship floating on the sea. I like the simplicity and the level of abstraction in this picture.

In this picture, my daughter created a lady in an extra ordinary styled dress. That dress reminds me Victoria Beckham's alien jacket.

Mothers and daughters :)

Left to right: Elder sister, daughter, father, mother.

Three ladies. The one on the right is sitting on a tiny chair. Notice the puff sleeves (karpuz kol) of the girl in the middle :)

The lady is my wife and the guy is me. At least, my daughter says so :) Don't you think the guy looks like Adolf Hitler?

Two models.

Two collages on pages of my master thesis.

Old lady with grey hair.

My daughter's house sticked on my lady dragon.

It's a collaborative family work.

I drew my wife and my daughter colored her lips.

Junkie girl with crazy hair :)

Indian mother and her daughter by my wife :)

Collage

The painting above is one year old. It is about a sad man and his crazy bride :) I drew the man, my wife did the dinosaur and my daughter drew the bride and the rest :)

And this one is on the the other side of the paper and has got the rock 'n roll spirit. Whole family worked on that as well.

Father

I have examined my ideas about being a man through a family perspective in one of my older posts. I still have doubts on this topic but it seems that Can Yücel had solved the equation as being the son of our legendary minister of education, Hasan Âli Yücel. I adore people who has straight opinions about their lives. I am sorry but I am not one of them.

Anyway, to make the story short I am sharing Can Yücel's poem that was published in the book, Altısıbiyerde, in 1988. This might be the best Turkish poem which describes a father from his son's eyes.

Hayatta Ben En Çok Babamı Sevdim

Hayatta ben en çok babamı sevdim.
Karaçalılar gibi yardan bitme bir çocuk
Çarpı bacaklarıyla – ha düştü, ha düşecek –
Nasıl koşarsa ardından bir devin,
O çapkın babamı ben öyle sevdim.

Bilmezdi ki oturduğumuz semti,
Geldi mi de gidici – hep, hepp acele işi! –
Çağın en güzel gözlü maarif müfettişi.
Atlastan bakardım nereye gitti,
Öyle öyle ezber ettim gurbeti.

Sevinçten uçardım hasta oldum mu,
40’ı geçerse ateş, çağ’rırlar İstanbul’a,
Bi helallaşmak ister elbet, diğ’mi, oğluyla!
Tifoyken başardım bu aşk oy’nunu,
Ohh dedim, göğsüne gömdüm burnumu.

En son teftişine çıkana değin
Koştururken ardından o uçmaktaki devin,
Daha başka tür aşklar, geniş sevdalar için
Açıldı nefesim, fikrim, canevim.
Hayatta ben en çok babamı sevdim.
                                                            Can Yücel

The Family

I am thinking about being a family...

After a jazz concert performed in a grand shopping mall, my wife and daughter went to the cinema to see Tim Burton's last movie, Alice in Wonderland. Then I stepped into an Italian restaurant located in the mall and ordered a pizza margherita and a glass of red wine.

I was alone... Having a book on my table as usual... I was reading a couple of lines then watching the other tables. I like watching people... There were a group of three women living their 40s and a young couple in the restaurant. The book I was reading was about irrationality. I was reading, learning, thinking, listening to others in the restaurant...

After a while, a family of 5 persons came and seated beside my table. A son, 2 daughters, mom and dad...

They were speaking Spanish... At first sight, I loved the scene. The kids were energetic, full of life; father was calm and lofty, mother was cute after giving birth three times. The family was looking awesome indeed.

I really tried to understand this feeling: Having more than 1 child as a man. How can this feel? Creating new individuals and taking care of them. Being a "senior" father and a husband. I tried to empathize...

You are a man, loving a woman, having 3 kids, having a good job and a family car. Is it the real meaning of being a man? Can a man be considered man enough without having a wife or kids?

Being a large family... My external opinion about the large families is that the variety of fresh existences of a young man and a woman becomes the existences of 3 kids who are full of energy. Man gets weaker, woman gets bushed, life goes on... A family with multiple children is like a pot where you melt down your vital energy and then, you pour it into the spirits of your kids. Is this the real meaning of being a man? A strong guy who can hadle toughest issues, who is a warrior, who gives lives and who takes lives when necessary, who can compromise, whose heart is full of love. A man who takes the woman away, who can set up a world and make it last...

Wow! What a man? Are you that sort of a man?

There exist lots of ancient, modern and holy books about being a woman. Their dilemmas, problems, solutions, organizations, clothes, shoes, needs etc. However, I cannot remember well known works of art which examine the man as an object and a subject. Because the man is considered as the default form of human beings. Men are thorough and simple. Nothing more to say about men. Men are men! Gods are men! And men are gods! Plus, being a man is usually defined by using clichés: You can be a family guy, who can sacrifice, or you can be a free spirit, an excursionist who merely amuses himself. Are there any intermediate forms between those 2 stereotypes? Are there passages between them? What if you use those passages to see the other side if they exist?

Nature may show us the right answers. Lions, apes, wolves, birds, whales... How do they found and perpetuate families?  

I know that I have just asked questions in this post. I have got no answers, but the questions.

Oh Life...

I wanna flow like water...

Great life!

P.S. After a couple of days I had written this article, I started to read the book Why Is Sex Fun?: The Evolution Of Human Sexuality by Jared Diamond and I think this book has got the answers to my questions.