The account you will find below is a fictitious journal of an unknown person. He refers to himself as “I”, and talks about a dream. How could I simply brush off such an adventure while I was desperately bored with life? And how “fun” is life supposed to be, anyway? Well, I guess terminal boredom…
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Last Man, Lost Man, Take Heed!
Between the deep valleys they called, voices rose from hearts to the (then!) reachable skies, the pristine lakes dotting their soul and the foaming rivers of ecstasy that fed them glistened by the divine light that was the holy response. Back then, hands raised to the clouds warranted a reply. Back then, the innocuous naivety…
“Mousa, Pan’dan Bahset Bana”
Kırların Neşeli Tanrısı Pan Üzerine 27 Mart 2023’te orijinal olarak Alegori Dergi için yazılmıştır. Sükûnet içinde çayırlar ve uzaktan seçilen ekili tarlalar. Gözün aldığı kadar çınarlar,yanında dostu kayın, kestaneler ve ıhlamurlar –bahar gelmiş, geçmiş devri kışın. Lâkin necerbezeli bir flüt melodisiyle bozuluyor ormanın sessizliği aniden! Pan’ın flütüdür çalan. Kuşların pınarbaşında şakımasına rakip havalar ile saçı…
Lament to a Dryad
A dirge so heartfelt, wistful sigh for a land of dreams… Among untouched woods carrying fresh myrrh of the resin. Untouched the deer and wolf rest picture-like, preserved in a glace of nostalgia, a nostalgia for a time never experienced, inexplicable yearning for nowhere. A stern wind rolls over my chest, carrying away my wishes….
Prayer to Dionysus
I call upon the Mountainous and Feral Dionysos of the thorns and ivy! Immortal spirit, I am bound to you, allured by your beauty and grandeur for ever and ever; happy is the one to have drunk from this mystic potion of yours o the Vine-Covered One… Yours is the captivating ecstasy, potent and intoxicating…
A Madrigal for the Dawn
O bright-coloured daughter to Sun, pristine like Moon and In cold hours of daybreak trembling. Rose-faced, many-hued, bearing Wreathes of soft light. O companion to my Dawnside reveries! In unison with the faint Cooing of the morning dove, All in sweet mourning tune, Silently thine symphony of nature Plays, awakening what was, is, And to…
A dream among others
So a while ago I have had a proper, nice dream that is actually meaningful. Here it is: The Spartan army –spears and shields, camped up to rest a little bit during a campaign. And I, a captive girl in their retinue. I decide to escape, running for my freedom and acting quickly. I make…
An Evening Tale-Part II.
Perhaps a dove among the mourning doves is my beloved now. Such light wings and what chilling song! I’d appear bulky and sullen before them. Denying me, they hide between foliage as the sun hides in the grayness of the evenfall –now cold and foreign appear the high clouds and the cobblestone wall. Maybe, maybe…
An Evening Tale-Part I.
Could I speak of nostalgia? A nostalgia not of my own yet belonging to an impersonal stream of memories, the kind often evoked in drunken delights of spiritual journeys? One seems to recognise and relearn the fragments forgotten in the turbid, slow-flowing streaming of Time, given the right setting. So I sit here, a stick…
The Beginning
I call Dionysus the loud-roarer! Who wails in revel! First-Born, two-natured, thrice-born, Bacchic king, Wild, inscrutable, cryptic, two-horned, two-shaped, Bedecked in ivy, bull-faced, war-like, howling, holy, Divine victim, feasted every other year, adorned with grapes, bedecked in foliage. Euboleus, counselor, Zeus and the maiden bore you… on a secret bed, immortal Daimon; Listen happy one…