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Poetry/Şiir
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Started this discussion. Last reply by sathya narayana, M.V.S. Nov 11.
what is poetry?
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- Real Full Name
- Attila Elüstün
- Literary Pen Name
- Atilla Elustun
- Nationality
- Turkish
- Languages
- Turkish
- Country of Origin
- Turkey
- Country of Residence
- Turkey
- City of Residence
- Turkey
- Biography
- He is the second son of a teacher mother and civil servant father. He was born on 16/08/1961 in Ankara. He had his primary, secondary and High school education there. He had to postpone his education because of the worst period in Turkey; political, economic and political chaos.
Then they moved to Istanbul with his family. Since primary school he was interested in literature, significantly poetry and was involved in various activities and educational studies.
Some of his poems were published in various literature magazines e.g.: Sair Cikmazi Dergisi-Dead End Poets Society Magazine, Yalin Ayak Dergisi-Bare Foot Magazine, Yasayan Yarin Edebiyat Dergisi-Living Darling Literature Magazine, because of the economic crises are not making profit he carries on working.
He has two sons Halit Dogus and Mustafa Baris and Atilla addresses them as his treasures. Atilla is a very humble person and leads a modest life.
- Poem #1
- US
when mystery descended
to the shores of Erenkoy
our dreams are hazy
saddened and guiltless
the foxes' don't throw
satanist javelins
into our brains
without underestimating
we keep alive our
moments/memories
the rest of our days
will be lived preciously
we don't intend to walk
double-faced on the streets
and not to delineate the
sadness in our green eyes
we beat it in our hearts
even if it would hurt
every single bit of us
we don't repeat words
we don't get offended
we have no intention of offending the night
will pierce the horizon
once again.
with a warm smile
.../our place
we know our limit.
Poem by: Atilla Elustun- Istanbul
Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London
Attila ELÜSTÜN's Blog
Düş(sen) Yollara
seninle işimiz var
kırılgan günler
fahişe gecelerde
çırılçıplak düşlerimle
sana gelmeliyim
gitme dur
seninle çok işimiz var
düş derleyeceğiz
ve suskun sevgili
düş(sen) yollara
yorumsuz/ sınırsız
sorgusuz yaşanırsa
güzeldir geçen ve
gelecek günler...
Attila Elüstün 18.11.2009 Bayrampaşa İstanbul
Posted on November 19, 2009 at 11:34pm —
Kanayacağım Güneşi...
Güneşi...
üstüne rakı içeceğım
üzülme anacığım...
babamı dirilteceğim...
21.06.2009 Bayrampaşa
Atilla Elüstün
Posted on September 15, 2009 at 2:30am — 1 Comment
Open/for you
by spreading it’s scarlet
tulle curtain to the sea
woken-up from asleep
the snow is insidious fox
troubled clouds
cross with each other; weeping
scattered colours
each one of them waiting for their turn
the coughs of the sky
destroys the harmony
the lightning flashes up
fisherman agitated
one cat named Tekir
obviously freezing
had find a shelter
at the smallest door
don’t ask about me…
to you despicable/open/for you
Poem by: Atilla Elustun -26/3/2005 –Istanbul
Tran… Continue
Posted on September 11, 2009 at 3:38pm —
koy'un yalnızlığı
sızdı göz pınarlarından
çağlayandı yanaklarında
gamzelerinde Deniz oldu
uçsuz bucaksız...
kağıt gemiler yaptım
isimler taktım
sevda
sevgili
ayrılık...
saldım köpük köpük dalgalarına
dudakların dalga kırandı
koy'una sığınan
ayrılık oldu...
20.06.2009 Atilla Elüstün Bayrampaşa
Posted on August 22, 2009 at 12:58am —
Oh… Emirgan
stroking the back of the mountain/troubled
the phosphorescence missed its light
the sea-gulls/don’t exist
angry steamship spoilt
ripping the blue atlas/jealous
I’m imitating for the day
how many times my eyes kissed with ardent desire,
both shores of Bogaz
I’m under the plane tree
so many times I have dreamt of
at the proper consistency of the black-sea
my tea is steep
I’m making love to its glass
the waiter is angry at tables
dirty wind touched his eyes
murmuring and sweeping t… Continue
Posted on July 26, 2009 at 10:56pm —
Comment Wall (1 comment)
- At 12:44pm on August 24, 2009,
Nefeli Dikaiou said…
Believe?
Where do you believe?
Do you believe in life? Why?
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