Week 1:
Interview
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BAD POEM
Unicorn nail I love toothpaste Basketball is circular God damned the gpa 4th grade teachers are always weird. Red sun Blue nose Ronaldinho has 64 teeth I love eating water Flying donkey landed on my house, Pigs sleep with rotten eggs My bird has a relationship with a frog. Blip blip banana bus Angelina Jolie loves licking ATM’s Brad pitt sits on his fat ass, Sticking forks into your ear all day long Cutting your finger with a pillow. |
WEEK 2
Family Poem Stranger Poem
Family Poem Stranger Poem
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M: Hello dad
D: Hello M: You know you have to read a poem to you written by my for my homework. D: Yeah. M: Let's start if you want. D: Okay. M: Your poem is from Nazım Hikmet. D: WHILE WATCHING YOUR EYES While watching your eyes. the smell of soil under the sun is getting into my head. I am getting lost in a wheat field among the crops. An abyss without an end with green sparkles, Your eyes, changing tirelessly like an everlasting fragment: Giving away a peice of its secret every day But, will never surrender entirely. M: Thank you now I wrote a poem for you. This one english. Best Idol People found themselves idols, So they can count on something. Their “imaginary” idols inspired them, When they had tough times. Now I found my real idol, The one who always stands by me. Hard times or boring days, You were there to make me happy. Hero was Spiderman for me, Swinging from building to building. To save people, He travelled all around the city. Other than him you were always with me, You didn’t have webs but you had true friends, They were your webs that reached me. Long distances couldn’t separate us up. We rise we fall then we rise again, No matter what happens you always there to help I chose something wrong, I something bad, You lead me to trueness because you’re my dad. You always loved me, I respect you more than anything. You are the best idol, I will always love thee. D: It is great thank you. M: My pleasure. |
M: Hello Good night
S: Hello M: I have a poem here. Would you help me and read it to us? S: Sure Thinking of you- Nazım Hikmet Thinking of you is pretty, hopeful, It is like listening to the most beautiful song From the most beautiful voice on earth... But hope is not enough for me any more, I don't want to listen to songs any more, I want to sing. M: Thank you ver much good night again S: My pleasure good night. Poem written by him Opportunities Day and night follows me Life opens new doors for me If you don't see what is in front of you Everything in your hand explodes. |
Week 3
Public Poem
Public Poem
Ne güzel şey hatırlamak seni:
ölüm ve zafer haberleri içinden, hapiste ve yaşım kırkı geçmiş iken... Ne güzel şey hatırlamak seni: bir mavi kumaşın üstünde unutulmuş olan elin ve saçlarında vakur yumuşaklığı canımın içi İstanbul toprağının... İçimde ikinci bir insan gibidir seni sevmek saadeti... Parmakların ucunda kalan kokusu sarduya yaprağının, güneşli bir rahatlık ve etin daveti: kıpkızıl çizgilerle bölünmüş sıcak koyu bir karanlık... Ne güzel şey hatırlamak seni, yazamak sana dair, hapiste sırt üstü yatıp seni düşünmek: filanca gün, falanca yerde söylediğin söz, kendisi değil edasındaki dünya... |
How lovely it is to remember you:
in the midst of the news of death and victory, in prison and over forty years of age... How lovely it is to remember you : your hand forgotten on a blue cloth and in your hair the grave softness of my beloved Istanbul earth... It is like a second human in me the happiness of loving you... The smell of geranium leaf on the fingertips, a sunny ease and the call of flesh : parted by quite red lines a warm deep darkness... How lovely it is to remember you, to write about you, to lie back in prison and think of you : that day, that place, the words you said, not the words themselves but the way you said them... |