Guest: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Delusional Steps
Original Title: Hezeyanlı Adımlar
Genre: Poetry
I’m walking through the crowd
Scattered thoughts squeeze my soul
A contraction is coming
I won’t be able to take a step.
I’m not taking a step. I’m standing still.
in the city’s resentful alley
I’m peeking around
how ordinary everything is,
familiar, fitting, delusional…
I think of the first time I came to the city
How fascinating, mysterious everything is,
unusual, exciting.
A car honks and I come to my senses;
I squint my eyes
I’m angry with the sun
It doesn’t heat up, some of it doesn’t heat up.
It lays out the flaws,
illuminates the ugliness,
I see him polishing the filth.
I’m seven stories under the ground.
I look at the woman walking with her mouth open and her nose up.
I say to the society, “What are you suffering for?
Your steps are straight and my gaze is crooked.
In a hurry to reach the last bite.
I’m watching that man eating.
I look at his hands
I’m not saying how dirty they are like you.
I’m saying you’re looking at how dirty these hands are,
You don’t see it!
not for how many kids he’s clean,
It’s not clean for this morsel.
Your tongue doesn’t know what it’s dirty for!
It is said… your tongue…
Pollution has made a nest in your mouth, there’s no one to rinse it out!
I cry out, no one hears me.
Society is silent;
resigned to a habitual disorganisation.
I make a noise, no one hears me,
Nobody knows body language.
Society is regressing without expression.
….
my eye begins to read an ineffective rebellion;
“terrorist Israel”
Child killer, civilian killer Israel.
Nations buried in the ground for a handful of land.
Destroying identities.
A silent scream breaks out in the squares;
Flags are waving on ineffective wrists.
The wrists that should really shout
shaking hands with bloody hands.
a land of pools of blood,
geography of life market
in their tourist brochures.
The East has always been attractive.
Far and centre.
The centre is a bloodbath, the far is a fiefdom of torture.
The resentful street comes to a dead end,
behind the confusion.
