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“And if there is one more thing that I must say to you, it is this: Don’t think that the person who is trying to comfort you now lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes give you pleasure. His life has much trouble and sadness, and remains far behind yours. If it were otherwise, he would never have been able to find those words. Yours, Rainer”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To a Young Poet

“I read a lot. I listen a lot. I think a lot. But so little remains. The books I read, their plots, their protagonists fade. The university lectures that I had found pretty impressive on first hearing, have faded away. Now I am listening to one on Pirandello. Names of people, books, cities. They are already fading away. Even the titles of films I’ve seen recently — they have already faded. Authors of thousands of books I’ve read... All that remains are the colours of their bindings, their covers. I don’t remember much about Beauty and the Beast, but I remember clearly, vividly the hear of the day as we were crossing the Rhine bridge, to see the film. Everything that I see, or red, or listen to, connects, translates into moods, bits of surroundings, colors. No, I am not a novelist. No precision of observation, detail. With me, everything is mood, mood, or else —simply nothingness.”
― Jonas Mekas, I Had Nowhere to Go

“zeynep beni bekle / gece ağaçlarına
yağmur çiseliyorum / cam tozu su beyazı
yalnızlığını mutlaka değiştireceğim
bir yaprak halinde süzülüp saçlarına
eski teşrin'lerden / kederli kırmızı
zeynep beni bekle mutlaka döneceğim
söyle kim önleyebilir buluşmamızı
geceleyin ışıkları söndürdüğün zaman
benim şiir kitaplarından sızan aydınlık
elinde uyuyakaldığın heyecanlı roman
pancurların çarpıldığı lodos geceleri
rüzgârın değil benim / pencerendeki ıslık
her akşam koridordaki ayak sesleri
yanlış çaldığını zannettiğin telefon
zeynep beni bekle mutlaka geleceğim
hem bu ne ilk ayrılığımız ne de son
pikapta eminağa acemaşirân saz semaisi
sokakta çocuklar saklambaç hırsız polis
hayat akıp gidiyor olsam da olmasam da
saati durmamalı ufak sorumlulukların
resmi bırakmadın ya / son çektiğin hangisi
bak mektuplar birikmiş yine masamda
fakülteler açılacak bak bugün yarın
zeynep beni bekle mutlaka geleceğim
başladığımız filmi birlikte bitireceğiz
kim ne derse desin içimde delice bir his”
― Attilâ İlhan

“I just sit. Or I walk and walk.
Or I stand somewhere looking at one spot.
And it seems to me as I stand here that I am totally disconnected from the rest of the world around me. Nothing, absolutely nothing connects me with it.
The world around me goes on being busy, conducts its wars, enslaves countries, kills people, tortures. The real world...
My life till now seems to have slipped through this real world without participating in it, without caring about it, without any connection to it. Even when I was in the very middle of it, I wasn't really there.
My only life connection is in these scribbles.
Here I stand, this moment, now, with my arms hanging down, the shoulders fallen, eyes on the floor, beginning my life from point zero.
I don't want to connect myself to this world.
I am searching for another world to which it would be worth connecting myself.”
― Jonas Mekas, I Had Nowhere to Go