Poem Exile by Levent Karataş

Levent Karatas
Levent Karataş
Levent Karataş
1972 doğumlu şair. 1992 yılında Düşüyorum Galileo adlı ilk şiir kitabı yayınlandı.
Daha sonra sırasıyla Masal, Bir Doğu Uykusu, Güzel Cumartesi, Piyano Fabrikaları, Bir Dünyalı-nın Mesafesi, Son Görüş, Ona Yaşadığımı Söyle adlı şiir kitapları yayınlandı.
Deneme Yayını adlı söyleşilerden oluşan bir kitabının ardından 2021 yılında 160. Kilometre Yayınları'ndan Fantom Ağrı adlı onuncu kitabını yayımladı.
Şiir ve yazıları Varlık, Adam Sanat, Hürriyet Gösteri, Kitap-lık, Sombahar, Yasakmeyve, Akatalpa, Sincan İstasyonu, Edebiyat Nöbeti, Ecinniler, Virüs, Şiir-lik, Şiir Atı, Şiir Oku, İblis, Şairin Atölyesi, Yeni Yüzyıl, Cumhuriyet, Cumhuriyet Kitap, Evrensel, Gazete Pencere, BirGün Gazetesi gibi dergi ve gazetelerde yayımlandı. Şair İstanbul’da yaşıyor.

 He was born in 1972. In 1992, his first poetry book called Düşüyorum Galileo was published.
 He published his poetry books titled Masal, Bir Doğu Uykusu, Güzel Cumartesi, Piyano Fabrikaları, Bir Dünyalı-nın Mesafesi, Son Görüş, Ona Yaşadığımı Söyle.
 After his bookcalled Deneme Yayını which consist of interviews, he published his tenth book Fantom Ağrı from 160. Kilometre Publisher in 2021.
His poems and writings are published in literary magazine andnewspaperssuch as Varlık, Adam Sanat, Hürriyet Gösteri, Kitap-lık, Sombahar, Yasakmeyve, Akatalpa, Sincan İstasyonu, Edebiyat Nöbeti, Ecinniler, Virüs, Şiir-lik, Şiir Atı, Şiir Oku, İblis, Şairin Atölyesi, Yeni Yüzyıl, Cumhuriyet, Cumhuriyet Kitap, Evrensel, Gazete Pencere, BirGün Gazetesi. Helives in Istanbul. 

Exile

i assume i am waiting for a taxi in front of the building
it’s monday today, my shopping day, i am handsome
towards the danger of erotic love, i am a construct of the planet
paranoias of sex are a deadly society father
don’t let me talk about your fatal unbalanced torture in the street
we never forgave freud dear mother, goodbye

i watch the ant nest as a representative for death
i walk slower than the turtle for sure
our turtles in aquarium that does not have any ecological goodness
the curse of the lines on the marble happens and sticks
i am from the unlucky class, i am a worker
life is difficult for lunatics who can not fulfill their dreams
i bow my head, the usual levent
you also take care of yourself bro

my beliefs are false:
i was thrown out of the mosque where i had my morning pray for eighteen degreesgood deed
the communist priest that claims “jesus is a revolutionary” will not let me sit the chair in church
if we disregard the fantasy system of nuns
the rabbi laughs at the background questioning “are you yusuf or joseph?”

i get in the taxi
it stops in traffic
the man says “this is the usual traffic of bosporus
thanks god i keep silent
it’s my last navigation statement in my land
i say airport
my fear of death in exile, the walking stick gaze of the parisians

the driver says “you will become a devil” talking from the wireless
to his colleague who is preparing his testimony at the district police station

traffic is unblocked therefore we move
i had a last look to my messed-up room while getting out
i just remembered my street
i had a broken polo bicycle, a broken wind rose
i was singing hymns at the validebağ woods
i was disgracefully huffing my first love
i would seat at the root of the plane tree accompanied by dark beer and read blake

with my magician friends who gave away my secret
i was at the üsküdar square scattering statements which said property is theft
i had forgotten my habit of telling lies
telling mum “leave the dishes i will wash them”
calling my father you the geppetto

oh, that school break that i had recited a poem to figen by heart
the afternoon tea at the mansion of hanife’s who said don’t worry if i fail in class
my aunt telling my mum that your mid child is the little prince

i open my eyes at international departures
crowd is a self-killing phenomenon
i reach my modern ant nest
nobody is present for farewell
can’t be
can’t be since i am filed

i have to requests
make my ordeal at least honorable in foreign paris
my life will pass in nostalgia

Levent Karataş / May 2020 / Acıbadem
English: NeşeYaşın

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