ELBLAG POEMS

Modernism continues all over the world (Turkish Second New, NY School poetics, Flarf, conceptual poetics, Gnostic Poetics etc.) All is possible

DAMN I MISS THE LONDON COMMUNITY OF POETS: FIRST KLATCH MEETING IN LONDON MISSED THIS ONE :-( THIRD KLATCH MEETING IN LONDON

PAST SIMPLE KLATCH 2 FROM LONDON

I SWALLOW FLOWERS tikies tikiesi love you flashy waysI love your sparkles and bearded menyour Starbucks cupsand tee key wrists suck oh suckyour thin cigaretteoh whiff of fashionoh spray of dying daffydills

HOUSE VERSUS HOME my teeth have gone grimeythere is a baby chest inside me i turned in bed to repelthe ghosts this face slides away towards the morningforeign voices drift around me the house is more to die than to live in * * Ilhan Berk’s poem “Garden”

Grzegorz Wroblewski

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A student at Middle East Technical University translated a poem about uprooting. The transition from Poland to Turkey. Here is the Turkish translation: Yaklaşan Kök Kanal Tedavisini Duymanın Ardından bilmiyoruz nerede durduğumuzu ya da kiminle durduğumuzuya da neyin bizle durduğunuya da kimin bize karşı durabileceğiniya da neye karşı durabileceğimizi kedi tüylerini yalar vetitretir yaprakları telgraflar…

Some of my poetry from Godzenie in the new issue of Toxic Poetry. Check it out: Toxic Poetry

21st April 2010 everybody fooled me the evening foldedeverybody blushesand disappearsthe birds crawlon the branchesthe branches do not breakwhat is there to understandin the silence of this Turkish desert what is there tolisten to if not IstanbulI must carve something new in thisblind cellare my lips wet or dry we listen onlyto mutiply the mountainssing…

Antalya (2 March 2010) there was a Russian prostitutethere was Gypsy musicthere were gin and tonicsthere were struts and ruts & mock turtlenecksthere was a bumblingthere was an opening and closingthere was time time and a wish for more timewhat might have lubricated todaydoes not lubricate tomorrowthe sea was behind usthe sea continued the sea…

16th APRIL 2010 Bilkent East Campus on the burnt hillsthe light forms a cradle a pale song is cradleddusted eyebrowsearlobe and earstrobedark pupils gather lighttulip tulip alif alif alifI think always of hera green olive full of fire

Restlessness in Turkey

Cleaves2 is now live featuring 63 contributors from: Berlin, Brighton, Cambridge, Cork & Ireland, Denmark, Estonia, Iceland, Leeds, Lithuania, London, Moscow, North-West England, Paris, Poland, Romania, Scotland, South West England and finally, Switzerland. Available here: Cleaves 2

The search for truth is more precious than its possession I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious I believe in standardizing automobiles, not human beings I love to travel, But hate to arrive

blew my mind. some new poetry coming soon from the Istanbul notebook. Found great bookshop in Istanbul called Pandora. Picked up: 1) Selected poems of ILHAN BERK 2) Leave the Room to Itself by Graham Foust 3) I, Orhan Veli translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat 4) I too want to hunt a deer by Lale Mulder…

some work from my Korean manuscript in the new West Wind Review: West Wind REview

(26th March 2010) Bilkent Center REAL I’m writing to you in this weatheramong buckets of bumble bees it is better to know my peoplethese leopard skinsare not my people tumbling out warmwith the cosmic absurdistsa prophet’s ten minutes of satire when will you cool your heels? there’s a bird on your shoulderthat whispers goodbye donkey…

my Irish pores are breakinginto the cold green watersthe cold muddy froth father father I hearthe turnips preparingin their groundby the pale muddywaters waterswe sink like anyold stone

Olympos (1 March 2010) on the wet floors of the rocks of the rocks on the wet floors grayed steps lighting sheets stone steps stone steps boulders stone steps heat and oil a place of eternal torches we were coldwe were coldit was raining we were cold a place of stones and rocks and rain…

(24th March 2010) Kizilay gule gule guleevet evet evet I’m glued I’m glued to yourcurly wurly yr gay dancing late night in Kizilay the _______ is a bodyof a lover we have never loved there is space there are cellsthere is space there are patternsthere are many birds oh my freckled armsoh my nerve fibres…

Istanbul

check it out: London Writer’s Forum video

Primitive Pianos I dream this citythis city this cityof primitivepianosicy millions tell me sotell me tell me oh pulled toothpulled tooth that left a hole a hole my my myuncooked triala jig with Roman wrestlersa jig with Irish diplomatsmy Irish pores are breakinginto the cold green watersthe cold muddy froth father father I hearthe turnips…

17 March 2010 Monday I drifted awayTuesday I hung from a treemy tooth was pulledthere is a holeI dreamt that I was real

19 March 2010 hot hot hot underlings i love you flashy waysI love your punting cycles and riddles in the wingsand the whiffs of yonder phallus I’m yanking out your daffy dills imagine this: imagine thisI’ve opened up my lidsand this is what I seepawns and pawns and pawnsyawning in their faculties

This Thursday (3/18), the Duke Poetry Working Group will reconvene to discuss the work of J. H. Prynne, a poet whose influences and influence position him at the crux of poetry’s avant-garde milieu. Please join us as we set out to register the immensity of his utterance. You can access the readings we will be…

How are you? i hope all is well with you, i hope you may not know me, and i don’t know who you are, My Name is Miss T, i am just broswing now i just saw your profile it seams like some thing touches me all over my body, i started having some feelings…

Mark Linkous suicide

If Margaret Thatcher wins on Thursday– – I warn you not to be ordinary – I warn you not to be young – I warn you not to fall ill – I warn you not to get old.

coming uponly to show your own my boat has resurfaced I am not a careeristI am not your bunion the radiant dark is my new rehearsal oh honey turns to stone don’t fleefrom beingwhacked upsidethe head i’ve set out tonightto some new place

some terrific poems in the new Blackbox Manifold. Including poems from Jim Goar’s new ms The Dustbowl: Blackbox Manifold

1 March 2010 we reached the campsites at Olympos with modern hippies in this place of treehouses and roosters and backpackers MGMT playing on a mobile phone it rained and rained and lightning sheeted over the Med over the Roman ruins on the other side of the river we walked toward the rocks of eternal…

Excellence vs. Perfection _____________________________ Perfection is being right. Excellence is being willing to be wrong. _____________________________ Perfection is fear. Excellence is taking a risk _____________________________ Perfection is anger and frustration. Excellence is powerful _____________________________ Perfection is control Excellence is spontaneous _____________________________ Perfection is judgement Excellence is accepting _____________________________ Perfection is taking Excellence is giving _____________________________…

25th Feb 2010 in my family bonesare many mansionsa reek of vowsmy mind is a would be keeperset adrift in a wonky boatI see this Edenic dark thisclose chill on the horizonin fact in facto i’m gorged out on white cheese and constantlylooking for the molten godof freedomfemdom referendumdo you have your Duende pack?I have…

Made a new friend from Egypt in Ankara last night. Some good photography and blogging on the political situation(s) in Ankara. Check it: Photography Boraie’s Blog

my turkish towelsmells likepopcorn I have a positive thinking rash in my familybonesthere are many mansions (these are today’s fragments)

23rd Feb 2010 a trade route of broken icons clipped sunlight with swollen lymph nodes did you have a good time? the blood the weight the rubbled what did I carry?Who carries?Who cares? needleson the spin she said I’m nothermometer I’m nosnag in the ventilator she said these orbitsneed a new orbit she said you’ll…

13 Feb 2010 I doffI doffeveryday I haven’t hadenoughof yousee what you wanna seenine times outta teni wanna a better place to fall

9 Feb 2010 lovin what might kick the buckets slaves for these spaceships cream on your moneyi came to shake the frames

8 Feb 2010 my head is a melonit’s alrightinvisible rivershidden mosquitoeslightning sourcetake me awaywhat a glorious day

11 Feb 2010 lightning lightningthe heavy word is frightening I am talking to you dirty sweet you’re my girldirty sweet you’re my girldirty sweet you’re my girl get it on

12 Feb 2010 Let it ramblelet it ramblefree wineat the painted boats cartoonbeat with custumeclothes borgeoiusblues would makethat sound ahhh uhhhhhchoose your mirroryou got what you asked forthere is a crack in the tabledrunken Starbucks at Bilkent Centreyou can be honestour western stain won’t wash awayambient bubbles ambient bubblesI certifiedpast hells and heavensthis is the…

My grandfather died this morning. When I was young boy his job was picking up milk from the farms around Northern Ireland. he took me with him. I decided I was going to be a farmer. I started collecting Farmers Weekly. He used to bring me out to his garden where he kept all his…

cultural relativism does not apply: girl buried alive in Turkey

7 Feb 2010 I’m not a rugged individualistI’m not a tarnished love matI’m not a tender refugeeI’m not a celibate cuddlerI’m not a Utopian experimentI’m not a monarch with a whiff of pacificismI walk these lands these lands I readto my love who does notexist I read to simplify my fallaciesI came to kiss and…

6 Feb 2010 i’m lookin for a new California California state of mind mind my gaps my roguemy rogue is not a pretty facenot a pretty face in CaliforniaCalifornia is not a placenot a place like TurkeyTurkey is a wail a wail on the streets streets full of strangersstrangers full of smilessmiles and miles to…

new issue of Streetcake. Some good stuff. Goldfish and staring into empty windows and so on . . . check it: Streetcake

3rd Feb 2010 someonespoke to me in the malignancyof an old reposein the oh godanother puddingof the mindanother bombin the new uni-versity of this gloablizedworld i turned in bedto repel the boredghosts the licked intonationsno cold wish this is the realityof the smokefrom a blown outcandle the questionfar out without the keywith the shadowof an…

Next Friday, 21:15 on Radio 3Turkish Literature – Orhan PamukIan McMillan presents a special edition focusing on Turkish literature. With Orhan Pamuk. The Verb

The new issue of Drunken Boat, the wonderful journal of art and poetics, just went online, and features three of Brian Howe’s sound pieces, which in turn feature the voices of three Lucipo members: Ken Rumble, Tim Van Dyke, and Marcus Slease: Drunken Boat

27th Jan 2010 this is a manner of slippingoysters into my pocketsthis whole wide worldmy fellas will not leave me alone significance is cheap butter on someone else’s toast buttocks my goddess I’ve beenstabbed by the Baltic fleetand live with the Ottomantrading company 30th Jan 2010 Lojmanlar H/7 this is recreationfeet nakedcutter cutterin the thrash…

short quick video from taxi on the way to hospital for three set of rabies shots :-)

some of my poems from Spanish Fork and Ankara in the new OCHO. OCHO #29 is now available online: OCHO 29 Also in print directly from CreateSpace: OCHO 29 print edition Ocho #29By John Korn, David Krump, William Keckler, Wille Perdomo, Ron Androla, Michelle McEwen, Marie-Elizabeth Mali, William Stobb, Melissa McEwen, Grace Cavalieri, Sam Rasnake,…

A JOURNAL OF POEMFILMS RABBIT LIGHT MOVIES

Mighty fine poetry: Jeff Hilson’s The Assarts

One of very very very favourite lit journals of all time!!! New issue is out: Onedit

18 Jan 2010 i’ve got bonedog skin

Jim Andrew’s Digital poetics

Elephant & Obelisk 5

i was attacked by a wild pack of dogs today . . . on campus . . . 10 of them . . . visited a few hospitals to find rabies shot . . . only one public hospital had it . . first set today . . . jeans all ripped up . .…

18 Jan 2010 a wild packof family dogscame runningthrough the treesat me a pack, a pack a hun-gry packdoth froth and howl tonight i’ve taken off i’ve takenoff my trousers oh!

17 Jan 2010 I’ve been clownedby the transcendental trickstermy hand isreachingforwardto touchhis featheredwing i closemy bedsidetablemyminiature satellitemy nomadicblanket the happinessgame is a fore-play fondlinga chirping frogsnapped in the mythiclips aflamein revolvingcredit a mutualmood ringchumpchumpstoopedin too muchtendernessthis is nota free tradezone

15 Jan 2010 in the valley of the fairy chimneysin Goreme I have yet to seeI’m tunneling out of the old bogsinto an arid sky hollowed out by ancient peoplea tree of evil eyes

14 Jan 2010 what is raki withoutrhyme what is the Ouzoeffect what is lion’smilk what arebluejays withoutHermes and tele-phones and and bulls and bluebrains and fools andbelated classics nibblingat the gutted backslapof plasticity of outter space the peopleare still movingunassailed and theyare free in their pussiesand crocks free to lovein this red clay of Ankara

Lunch yesterday: Ayran sour yogurt with Kansik Pide and Ali Nazik Kebap breakfast today: karamel & cevizli Helva, Turkish coffee, sour yogurt, white cheese, fresh baked bread . . . . . . .

First issue of new international poetry magazine Cleaves is now available to view online. Exciting project. I edited the DENMARK and POLAND section. check it: CLEAVES

12 Jan 2010 Cybele Cybelecentre of the Anatolian pantheon ritually castrated a hidden noise is woven into this Turkish rain drumming dancing and drinkingupon the long sleeves of a priest the Turks did give the Dutch their tulips veni vidi vici 13 Jan 2009 the lunar bullis damp with sweat and I am amid the…

Elephant & Obelisk 2

Lungful magazine

It is 03.28 on the second day and my fridge is full of Pınar Doğal Yoğurt. There is a haze of lights outside my window. We were at REAL shopping centre. Prayers crowned the air. I was a translated clam. This is where the world’s nuts are made. I’m waiting for the ruins of a…

If you didn’t know already . . . check it: Poets and Artists magazine

Istanbul Literary Review

Chicago to Istanbul (8 Jan 2010) You write if as if something is happening to you. I am happening. This is a happening. Happy haze grazes these sentences. Do not trust goodwill. History decays. What is an exception? The cold duck wades into the pond. I don’t want to get out but get in. How…

My Bilkent University faculty flat . . . . . swanky!!!!

) the gospel shakes toughest place meanest dang caper imagination mothers i must admit thisspit was hot we must gather round gatherround the fireside please please we needmore rattlesnakes more chickensnakes morebellies for the beasts my brethren run in broad shoes, my breathinhales nostalgia and exhales foamy whisperspassion’s armada no. this is not yr mother’s…

The internet is shit

Partying with my college students in Poland :-)

ohpioneersthe curtainsare paintedwith min-ature spudsbusy beesbusy beesa hive near footprintsfrom a husbandchasinghis wivesCowboysversusIndiansnephitesversuslamanitesin the bookof Abrahamkolob is neargod’sthronenear thesun thisis the placesaidBrighamYoung

this vulgar tissueis sappedsappeditchyand dumbi’ve acquiredthe mundanein this snowyweather

put the cele-brator on your yang and we’ll click the i-phonethis is areckon-ingam scantscin·til·lat·edmy valuablefriend allthingsexpirethe piper is down

we are a lovelyfinish we are80 percentaficionados this is notcurry in a hurrythis is not40 hitswith DJ Scotty Byou are ahot lickof berrya tigerwith a tonguecherry noteswithout a hint of oakoh

30th Dec 2009 a cowboy dazzled me with his belt buckle as I blew his snowin the television glowi’vesquanderednothingand get on downwith the yearsyou arevery largevery largeand full of airI’m most sanewhen charged& full of pops and bleepswith a steadybackbeatget on with ittoss my topthese jailersplay the priceplay the fetishin the suburbswe’re gettingdicey

Taxi to Victoria Station (Dec 20th 2009) I missher picture beware of your broken bits I know thisface my fingers losttouch with turtlesin the half moon——————————–Chicago to SLC (Dec 20th 2009) there was a general holding in the fenced off cloud I watched a mindlessmovie this is not a painting my lovers were blowninto molten…

Uinta national forest

lotsa mountains and snow out here :-)

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dublin airport . . . 1 euro for 8 min on internet . . . about 17 more hours of traveling . . . . fresh dublin airport guinness . . .. chicago next . . . then salt lake city . . . . wonder how America will feel . . . . I…

Michael Zand’s new project: LEXICO