to all of them, it is not going to save you to give an abundant name to all of these efforts. There or here, familiar or unfamiliar, in every geography you are going to feel this loneliness, this poorness, this orphanhood, this dark, thick unfamiliarity, this statelessness, you will not have relatives, there will not be a team that you support, you will not have a buddies, you will not have friends that you play football at a carpet field, there will not be your barber, butcher, dressmaker, inferiors and superiors, their wives, husbands and kids.
This shivering which is not related with weather will come and go everywhere with you. You will not keep quite, will not keep quite, will not keep quite, so what. All the things you say will get lost between crosses and hot wine, highways, airports, new year pines and televisions. You will stop speaking at the end…

66.My Child;

You get out the door and assume that you are doing something. Does not matter what you do, how you do, how much you do. It is nothing to do with you; it is not your choice. This is not something that you may totally understand although how much I explain to you.
The only bearable thing in doing something is that, it is more bearable than not doing something. “This thing” is not what your teacher tells you to do at school, not what your wife tells you to do at home, not what your boss tells you to do at work. Does not need to have an aim, logic, a benefit, and a function. It is even better if it does not have; to do things to enable relationships and environments that you only desire are counted, good deeds and blessed. This will glorify you, only this will glorify you. With this aim you get out the door and do something; you tell lies, you use your money, power, others, you take advantage of your duty, commission, friends and tell lies again. This will glorify you. The only criterion to be a glorified person is the joyful moments and idleness. Idleness, with the shortest definition, is no letting anyone to understand, although you realize that all this nonsense that is pretending to exist is just a shity reflection. Even to your self; drinking a kastel nuova at a September mid-afternoon in Verona is something like, drinking a kastel nuova wine which is produced at senior Colombo’s factory in which you know that you have a part in producing it, your ass leaning against to the tractor, sometimes watching the sky, sometimes the Belgian whore standing across the road, and sometimes the old and settled face of one eyed Guiseppe. And if you are an unemployed, a stateless, an idleness who does the things that you like, only love may come out from this….only love would come out from doing the things that you like…

delirium
if there really is a problem, the main problem in the world must be rather than something like; being let wide masses unenlightened, never materialized justice, channeling great energies to abortive areas like fight at football stadions, money and power to be controlled by 3-5 persons’ hands.
At least it seems like this, from where I look…

the real problem is not the efforts of those 3-5 persons who own everything and decide for everything, to keep the situation stay like as it is, it is the unqualitativeness of these efforts.

the real problem is the despicableness, ordinariness, oldness and effortlessness of these powers’ actions, plans, and efforts for everything to be remained the same.

the people I am mentioning are not, the mafia, conservatives, representatives at the streets or at the council of the parties that are pretending to be leftist and religious parties’, building contractors who make grand housing projects causing thousands to die after the earthquake or sheiks as we use in our everyday language…

ı am mentioning a group, which is able to hide all through the history and stand slippery; everything bounces over them, nothing is effecting on them.
other then death…

actually, we slaves, a long time ago accepted our pathetic position of being not taken into consideration and being crushed under the group that I have mentioned; I can say this for myself with a reliefness of a heart: I’ve accepted it… all those with extraordinary unqualitative efforts for the situation to continue without any change also means, no doubt, to be put into a fools place. it is the real problem…

even the lacquers of this little groups’, elites’ who organizes the physical and virtual areas of life in the favor of themselves, don’t peeled off while doing this and as because they are very clever and very tall, their eyes very eye lined and run hundred meters in nine seconds they are there, we are not here.
not like that either…

don’t have much explanation either…actually they are short and thick and ugly...

as a slave; more hurtful thing then being a slave, as a slave who got used to being a slave, is the conditions of this slavery…

life with its toughness which would not let a get away to exist, organized like the kast system in India, television actually advertisements which are the chine of the organization which is really not working in the favor of me; this area, with its whole processes the very blessed, the very untouchable area; and ones who are being parts of this area are the very…

Areas of life, which are not as important as this virtual area comes right after, it is in basic, Beyoğlu; actually it is the part, from Taksim to Tünel and from there to Nişantaşı, a region that is crooked like a dagger; every decision about this country are made here
One of the important characterizations of this organization, which does not even let breathing, is sport; with a more right declaration, it is football. This pressed and minimized, made easy to controlled; galatasaray, beşiktaş, fenerbahçe, rest is organizations’ garnish. As how advertisements are shot by three people and as how two people vocalizing them and as how whole country watches them, as how large geography like Anatolia is identified as two districts called Beyoğlu and Nişantaşı, it is same in the matter of sports, a narrowed, easy to control area
male
football
fenerbahçe, galatasaray, beşiktaş...

There is art and artists at the end of this whole organization and at zero level; art and artist do not say anything to all of these; cause they are added to all of this situation going on at a dashed part of it, if their declaration is to the power, they are crushing into pieces of their declaration until it becomes not understandable…With no doubt, the art that is produced, presented and consumed between the distance of Beyoğlu’s two tramway stations, at today’s incest position, with today’s cowardliness, it does not go any further from being a flank product of this whole endless death state and does not say anything in the name of dissidence. Nothing is produced in the name of truth and grief; besides they can’t produce and say anyway, nobody does have an intention to do something like that…

Today there is a little mass stucked into tiny area which holds the advertisements, mass media, determines the producing and consuming in it’s hands, made civil and official area accept its power. They call themselves elites, noble, elegant elites; no matter how much tubby, short and thick and even hardly speak one language, this is what elite is here, look around, to the mirror, our elite is this much… this is Turkey’s elite…They reproduce themselves as the advertisement writer, vocalization maker, director, creative something, foundation of beautification of Beyoğlu constitutive or Nişantaşı folks, supporters, board members or vice-president (whatever that means) of a large community, as owners of factories, banks, as the consumers of bosphorus scenery and fishes, as patron of artist and art, guests of television programs. This is what increment is; increment, this city that grows like reminding the increment at metastasis; as how grows this unhealthy structure; tumor grows and multiplies and decays by contaminating the sickness to the new cells and to the area it has absorbed; metastasis would continue with its maximum speed in such an area, in such a process and during the expansion, to loving and touching there is not any areas of life left back. At least from where I look nothing else more is seen.

is it any different in your country…

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