Friday, December 25, 2020

 People Die, Not From Old Age or War or Disease – But from Disappointment

"...In the modern age of Mass Democracy it is the ‘little’ people (the ‘common’ people) and not the celebrities that are the real heroes because they bear the burden of carrying the world’s dreams in their hearts and this burden is often too great a burden to carry indefinitely..."

The Dreaming Machine 

Saturday, December 12, 2020

 lost forgotten places 

…there are few lost places left in the ordinary world today.

 It seems that all that is lost and forgotten now in our shiny new world are only the places within ourselves where little human touch has changed for good or ill that which remains to be discovered…

…places inside and – here (in the “undiscovered ireland”) – out, that wait for a presence to appear just for them to exist at all… this way on our journey from the uncertainty of yesterday to the fear of tomorrow, certain remote corners we have stumbled upon (as if by magic or the lure of the fairies or an unseen spirit that for the brief moment of belief guides each human journey)…

…certain places we arrive at and cannot pass immediately beyond remind us of the world to come? an alternative to the darkness of a future shrouded in despair…

 …and also strangely enough to what i recall of the past…the world i lived in as a child..

Thursday, September 10, 2020

These are Words

Hung by the Neck

 Here are words

must have been


by the neck,


tarred and feathered


force-fed on hunger strike


the dumb motherfucking

stupidity of humans... 


Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Poem at the End

"Watching the news now
i know i will surely die
in a cold warehouse
erected by army engineers
on wasteground
between my place of work
and my own bedroom..."


Monday, May 4, 2020

April 27, 2020. 

November, Like a Hole in the Heart

Global Rights - For a Culture of Liberation

Gramsci, my sad man, we have told each other this,
to encourage the others,
as we pass in dark and sealed off streets,
our collars raised with this new flag
half knowing the dark route
we are
going anyway.

Lest we forget.


Saturday, January 11, 2020


Murdered by schoolmasters: the shape of
geometry, our geography,
the art of bodies, their growth and biology,
both scrambled and unscrambling.

On January 9th, 2013, Sakine Cansiz (Sara), Kurdistan National Congress (KNK) Paris Representative Fidan Doğan (Rojbin), and Leyla Şaylemez (Ronahî), an organizer for the PKK’s youth movement,  were shot dead in their Paris office.
So we remember…

Murdered by schoolmasters
(with tongues twisted and ears deafened):
cultivation, the lives of animals, the
eloquence and statesmanship of trees,
the secrecy of secrets, their mystery,
this language we lost,
(more tongues tormented by schoolmasters)
and this mouth that lost it,
and loss, left now in its abandoning
and in its place,
left decent and desperate, survivors.