Wednesday, April 11, 2007

ya sonra?

my green parrot from last year came alllll the way here. (three minutes by walk, I cannot imagine by wings.) just now. now, that green is some green, fresh edible alive young happy.


when I am famous singing by the piano, I changed my mind, I want not a red dress but a green dress. will please margo, that's for sure. and the repertory is growing, to say the least...

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

my indian cuisine

many many cakes on glass display shelves, gateaux, really delicious. you bite into one (with your sister, obviously) and it turns out to be paper-like. lent. when is it?

eggs and bunnies. chocolate and apples can keep you alive. and grapes. seedless. tesco finest?
sausage roll.
macchiato. and, flapjack?
tost. well, whoever invented that may s/he rest in peace. much better than otherwise, as margo put it.


chocolate soufflé.

but today, I broke the fast and cooked. and what to put? tabasco. hmmm. curry. raisins! yes, raisins! onions, peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, mushrooms, courgettes, carrots, curry, tabasco, and raisins. on rice. not bad, actually.

kaymak. not good in a can. gotta throw it away, sadly.

yeşil erik, ah, yeşil erik!

mother's vişne reçeli. vişne beats cherry as a word. in literary and theatrical contexts. (re: Vişne Bahçesi)

Saturday, April 07, 2007

something's gotta hold of my heart

I need Italian men. Lots of them. Preferably old. I wonder if I could persuade the father and sons at the cafe near senate house.

I am Venus today. Granted, my children.

The eyes. Eye-solation. "He looked at it with...hatred. Yes. He looked at her in...surprise! Yes, surprise!"

I've never been so lucid in my life!

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

the moon and I


bu gece ay doğdu ninni,
herkesler uyudu ninni,
yum artık o güzel gözlerini ninni,
uyusun yavrum, ninni.

we go way back.

dediler ki:

uykumda gülmüşüm, "there has been a misunderstanding" demişim. ya da onun gibi birşey. gülmüşüm ama... a chuckle. a giggle. outright laughter.

şimdi, zamanında da "at this point we have to make a choice" demişmiştim...

nereden nereye...

mevlana'dan

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.