yağmura,nisana ve yaşıma aldanıp
uçurumları kıyı sanarak
ve dağlar erişilmeyince acı verir
sözünü unutarak
kaf dağına gitmek istedim
ırmak inadıyla yürüdüm uzaklara
bir derviş olup yürüdüm uzaklara
yanıldı denektaşım geriye döndüm
Kutsal Sözler Panayırı’na sığınıp
ipeksi bir sessizliğe büründüm:
bir hayat,mahçup ve duru
Tanrım,gülleri
ve sessiz harfleri koru.
İbrahİm Tenekecİ
From the courtyard of the Church of Virgin Mary, Hah village / Midyat.
I just came back from a short trip to Mardin and Urfa. I took many photographs which I hope will be good enough to share with you. But this scene here is the first thing I want to remember among all I’ve seen, and wish to keep in my memory for a very long time.
İsmini “Derviş” koymuştum. İstanbul Arkeoloji Müzesi’nin bahçesinde sessiz, düşünceli, kendi halinde oturuyordu. Kimseyi umursamaz, etrafında olup bitene ilgisiz bir hali vardı, tabi beni de fotoğrafını çekerken farketmedi, ya da umursamadı.
O anla ilgili hiçbir şey değişmesin istersiniz ya bazen, işte bu yüzden ona yaklaşmadım, yani hiç tanışmadık. Ayrılırken “mutludur değil mi?” diye geçirdiğimi hatırlıyorum içimden, herşeye rağmen mutluydu işte… öyle.
♦
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W.B. YEATS
♦
From the darkroom, my favorite photograph of my dear friend, Şahika. Had to be accompanied by this poem of Yeats, which is also one of my favorites…
Again, I feel like I ran out of words… But isn’t he right anyway?
“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”
SAMUEL BECKETT
The legend of Romulus, the founder of Rome, and his brother Remus rescued and fed by a she-wolf, is represented by sculptures and pictures all over Siena. Siena is believed to be founded by Senius, son of Remus. This sculpture is right in front of the Siena Cathedral, which is believed to be stolen from the Temple of Apollo in Rome and brought to the city by Senius.
I know I am posting maybe too many sculpture photographs, the thing is I can’t help taking photos whenever I see one especially when it’s surrounded by beautiful architecture, just like this one. I love to learn about the story behind them, I love the way they get old, I love to try and find the perfect background for them just before taking a photograph, I love the pigeons resting on them, I love the fact that they will stand there “for ever” and I will find them on the same spot whenever I wish to return.
