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Biliyorum
Tahta at'lardan inmeliyim artık
Asıp burjuva takıntılarımı
Çırılçıplak çarmıha
Kesmeliyim Mona Lisa'da
Çıkan bıyığı
Da Vinci uyanmadan
Üç memeli kadın resimleri
Çizemiyorum Aragon
Acıtıyor dudağımı her ısırışta
Teresa'nın memelerindeki yangın
Ne zaman kalçalarında gezinse ellerim
küf kokuyor
Üşüyor tuvalimdeki
Kadın
Sürrealist bir şiir yazmak istiyorum
Kazınsın öldüğümde mezar taşıma
Son dizeleri
Ve
Solurken azabı
Dadaist meftalar ayakucumda
Sultan-ı yegah'ı fısıldasın karıncalar
Picasso'ya akapella
Benden
Çekiliyor
Gözlerimdeki simetri
Katlanamıyorum Aragon
Olasılıklar olabildiğince sert
Ve keskin
Büyük mastürbasyoncu gibi
Aforoz'un eşiğinde sanki
Kırmızı çizgilerim
Ki
Son akşam yemeği'ne paha biçilmezken
Müze lokantasında
Gerçeküstücülük hayal olmamalı
Dar beyinlere vurup kazmayı
Sürrealist metrolar açmalı
Neo-estetik steplerinde insanlığın
Haksızmı yım?
Birşey söyle Aragon
Ya da şiire son dizeyi
Ölümsüz kalemin yazsın…
poem by Muzaffer Akin
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According to the custom of Aragon, good service, bad guerdon.
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We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
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The function of genius is to furnish cretins with ideas twenty years later.
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Marvoil
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,
And because I have small mind to sit
Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin,
I ha' taken to rambling the South here.
The Vicomte of Beziers's not such a bad lot.
I made rimes to his lady this three year:
Vers and canzone, till that damn'd son of Aragon,
Alfonso the half-bald, took to hanging
His helmet at Beziers.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady
Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers,
And one lean Aragonese cursing the seneschal
To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers
Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier,
Me! in this damn'd inn of Avignon,
Stringing long verse for the Burlatz;
All for one half-bald, knock-knee'd king of the Aragonese,
Alfonso, Quattro, poke-nose.
And if when I am dead
They take the trouble to tear out this wall here,
They'11 know more of Arnaut of Marvoil
Than half his canzoni say of him.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: ‘Vers and canzone to the Countess of Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.'
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come'speedily to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded me.
O hole in the wall here! be thou my jongleur
As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes,
And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly my thought.
Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow
That I have not the Countess of Beziers
Close in my arms here.
Even as thou shalt soon have this parchment.
O hole in the wall here, be thou my jongleur,
And though thou sighest my sorrow in the wind,
Keep yet my secret in thy breast here;
Even as I keep her image in my heart here.
poem by Ezra Pound
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Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
quote by Louis Aragon
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Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
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I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
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Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.
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Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.
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Que Fait La Vie?
Mais que fait la vie
Que fait la vie
Que fait la nuit de nos bebes
Qui dois-je annoncer
Faire le pressing ou repasser
Jhesite
Je metais deja repliee
Des pompes ou des apnees
Jhesite
Un mille bornes, plutot crever
Mais que fait la vie
Que fait la vie
Que fait la nuit de nos dossiers
Qui dois-je denoncer
Jaurais voulu que tu me vois
Le long des alluvions
Des hallus que nous avion
Affrontant dragons
Simbad et aragon...
Jaurais voulu que tu me crois
En proie a loregon...
Mais que fait la vie
Que fait la vie
Que fait la nuit de nos allees
De nos lauriers jonchees
Donner des ordres au jardiniere
Jevite
Tros dinfos a recouper
Tros de chiffres a defricher
Jevite
Et de halos a decrocher
Jaurais voulu que tu me vois
Le long des alluvions
Des hallus que nous avion
Affrontant dragons
Simbad et aragon...
Jaurais voulu que tu me crois
En proie a loregon...
Faire le pressing ou repasser
Jhesite
Je metais deja repliee
Des pompes ou des apnees
Jhesite
Un mille bornes, plutot crever
Jaurais voulu que tu me vois
Le long des alluvions
Des hallus que nous avion
Affrontant dragons
Simbad et aragon...
Jaurais voulu que tu me crois
En proie a loregon...
Mais que fait la vie
Que fait la vie
Que fait la vie
...
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
quote by Louis Aragon
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O'nun Vedasi
O'nun Vedas
ok mu kolay bu son demesi
Vermiyorum ki son nefesi
Ellerin eskisi gibi beyaz m
Bana bunlar o ellerle mi yazdn
Ah yeniden balamal dersen
Zaman var yavalamal dersen
Beklemek eskisi gibi kolay m
Zaman gemiyor zaman yalan m
Yine karlarz dnya kk
Akn byk
Mevsimler dnnce yaza
Kular dner piman
imdi sen mi ben mi
Kim sulu kimse yar
song performed by by Yasar
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Time speaks
Sitting in silence, the
awareness of timlessness,
starts to silence these
unspoken word screaming
in my head “for god’s sake! ”,
for I was once
god forsaken, ‘till
I came to the realization
“I am that I am, ” like god
Who’s found in all of us
So sit in silence
And let time speak, as uspoken
Words go spoken, withering
Mountains to their peak, putting
You in reach of the great lesson
They’ve all tried to teach
Through out the history of time
poem by Steven Aragon
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Portia
I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head,
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun,
No woman Veronesé looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that accursèd Jew--
O Portia! take my heart: it is thy due:
I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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France And England - Wael Moreicheh
FRANCE AND ENGLAND
FROM
GALLIC WARS TILL NOW
AND I AM FROM...PRINCE OF THE SEAS......
BRIGHTEN ENGLAND
NOT WONDER BY
ARCH OF VICTORY
OR
THE POWER OF NUCLEAR WEAPONS
FRANCE walk out like stranger tyrant
and visit ARCHIMEDS.........with standing labour classAND rich class AND middle class
FROM
MOUNTAINS NORMANDY to........all hills of sleeping battles
a days of pauli exclusion principle
AND MY LOVE FROM......imagian
LOI ARAGON POET FROM PARIS
WAEL MOREICHEH
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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On The Fifth Day Of A Hunger Strike
My brothers,
Forgive me if I'm unable to say
honestly and straightforwardly
all that I would like to say to you
I'm drunk, my head is light, it spins,
not from raki
but from hunger.
My brothers,
I'm European, I'm Asian, I'm American,
In this month of May
I'm not in jail or on a hunger strike,
But lying at night in a meadow
With your eyes as near to mine as the stars
And your hands in mine as a single hand
like the hand of my mother
like the hand of my helpmate
like the hand of life.
My brothers,
You, at least, have never abandoned me,
Not me or my country or my people.
I know that you love me and love what's ours
As I love you and love what's yours.
And for this
I thank you, my brothers,
I thank you.
My brothers,
I have no intention of dying.
And if I am killed
I know
I'll go on living
in your thoughts.
I'll live in the lines of Aragon-
in every line that describes
the coming of beautiful days-
And in the pigeons of Picasso,
And in the folksongs of Robson...
And more beautiful than anything else
more triumphant than anything else
I'll live in the jubilant laughter
of a comrade on strike day
in the port of Marseilles.
My brothers,
Since you really wish me to talk again,
I'm so happy, so happy,
that I spurt the words out!
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Angel or Devil
My devil whispers,
Into my ear,
'Let the fire consume you, '
'Don't worry my dear, '
My devil smiles warmly,
His face is soft and kind,
He looks at me so loving,
As if he tells no lies,
My angel says,
'Don't listen to him, '
'The path he holds, '
'Is full of sin, '
My angel smiles softly,
He holds his arms out wide,
The look he gives is caring,
So much it makes me cry,
Should I choose the devil,
And be warmed by the flames,
Should I choose the angel,
An feel the light again,
The angel and the devil,
Which one do I choose,
The darkness or the light,
What would you decide to do?
poem by Kelly Aragon
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Beni Unutma
ok istiyorum ok istiyorum
Bak glmsyorum
zene bezene sana topluyorum
Kr ieklerini
Yk perdeleri viran eylemeli
Sonunu biliyorum
Yinede dnyorum aknla dnyorum
Ben sana pervane
Beni sevdiine say sen geen yllara
Bir akn rakam
Unut akm br saylar
Bir beni unutma
ki ben unutma
beni unutma
Yok istiyorum yok istiyorum
Ak benim diyorum
Sanane kimene yine topluyorum
Kr ieklerini
Onu ben bilirim sana sormuyorum
Vur ieklerimi
Gcm deniyorum akm deniyorum
Bundan sanane
Beni sevdiine say sen geen yllar
allahn hakk
Unut akm br saylar
song performed by by Yasar
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