l.i.d /2001/2’40’’’/color/English/turkey/ DV
director, camera, script, text by ethem özgüven
music by: alper maral
post p: s. çifci, D. pank, b. özcan, a. kırklar
Text of Life in Detail (the third work)
we sat right where the shore adjoined the rocks. the sun was about to disappear. we were sitting by the rocks, the girls, him and I. I felt at ease, but happily tired. I thought we were all at ease and tired. the girls, him and I. thought we were all waiting for the night; the position of the sun, the mountain, the position of the light, air, water and the universe bewildered us. but it wasn’t the case. not at all. I started getting sick of being misunderstood back then;
even though I never open my mouth to say anything, I feel like I talk too much. I’m someone crazy about kindness and being a gentleman. the degradation of the living species hurt me and cause everything to become obsession for me. my interests focus only on being gentle. Once they almost beat şükrü to death in the dead end near the high school walls. the gang were 5-6 people. the toughest boy was slim with a pressed face and tiny eyes; looked ugly; after the beating up şükrü and he became equal in terms of beauty, at least for some time. şükrü, though battered, had around 50 national records, mostly windstroke, backstroke and butterfly.
by recovering from this beating-up, he proved that record breaking was a part of his being. we watched as we watched the records he broke in four hundred metres backstroke. his brother and I. tiny eyes stroke with no concern. he had two elder sisters, still not married. the make-up they did every morning, you could use for the girls of the whole neighbourhood and it would be enough. tiny eyes had a small grocery store. we played football across that grocery store. he watched us, it was back then I felt I started to hate everything.