Savaş atım / My war horse!

Ben gidiyorum savaş atım

bu meydanda çocuklar oynamalıydı

oysa cesetler çürümeye bırakılmış

arsız akbabaları görmekten yoruldu gözlerim

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ben gidiyorum… sen de gel benimle savaş atım

bak benim dilimde konuşuyorum seninle

bilmiyorum nerede hangi şarkıyı söyler sevgilim

bu dağın ötesi yeşil bir vadi

emin değilim sonrasından

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Gözlerin de güzeldir savaş atım

bakışlarındaki hüzün afyonlu

sözlerin akar bana o camdan

yağmur dinmiyor bir türlü

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Aynayı yandan tutuyorum yüzüne

rüzgar yelende kararsız

başımı boynuna yaslıyorum

senin dilinle konuşuyorum suskun

birisi buna aptalca diyor hayvanca!

ah benim dilsiz “le cheval de guerre[1]

silahsızdım oysa sürüklendiğim bu savaş meydanında


[1] Claire Parnet’in Gilles Deleuze ile yaptığı söyleşiye (1996) gönderi. Fransızca “savaş atı” demek.

I’m leaving, my war horse

children should be playing in this field

instead, corpses are left to rot

my eyes are tired of seeing vultures

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I’m leaving… come with me, my war horse

look, I’m speaking to you in my language

I don’t know where or which song my sweetheart sings

beyond this mountain lies a green valley

I’m not sure what comes after

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Your eyes are so beautiful my war horse

the sorrow in your gaze opium-full

your words flow to me through that glass

the rain just won’t stop

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I hold the mirror to your face from the side

the wind on your mane blows uncertainly

I rest my head on your neck

I speak in your language silent

someone calls this foolish, animalistic!

o, my de-tongued le cheval de guerre[1]

I was unarmed, yet I was dragged into this battlefield.


[1] Addressed to the Claire Parnet’s interview with Gilles Deleuze (1996)


While creating the Literature of Silence!

Hashem Khosroshahi (Haşim Hüsrevşahi)

  1. There is no doubt that we are living in an age of great decay. A decayedness that encompasses the entire world without exception! What is decaying? What is causing the decay? What is the most defining feature of our era? Today, our world is governed by the laws of the capitalist system. The foundation of this system is based on a production and consumption relationship geared toward profit. Those who dominate this system strive to spread the idea among people that it will continue indefinitely. Since they also claim that what exists forever is the god they believe in, they seek to imbue the capitalist system—profit-driven production and consumption—with a divine yet illusory hue. People, regardless of their class, live by the dictates of these laws. Nothing, absolutely nothing, exists outside this order. Bread, education, health, information, technology, religion, love, honour, rebellion, morality, anger, literature, art, and everything else we can think of is redefined within this order, this wheel. What can be put on the market is put on the market; what is objectionable is suppressed. Wars are the product and the result of this order. Armies, police, courts, and prisons exist to protect this order. This is a scenario.