I observe that law has become a means for digestion [1]. I’m going to do my defense as if ‘law existed’. I’m not going to lecture this roomful of legal experts about law. It’s your duty to defend justice. Law can’t solely defend the state and the politicians. Free Agenda is a newspaper with permissions and yellow press cards, it’s distributed by Turkuvaz Distribution. We are members in a symbolic advisory board of a legal newspaper. The advisory board has not gathered once, has not taken a single decision in 5 years. Legal principles are being violated. A few words being tweezed out of eight books and hundreds of texts, manifest a medieval inquisition. The sentiments are bitter, the respect and conscience is literature. As justice cannot exist without a conscience…
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On Physics and the Real of Woman
November 2015 (Turkish)
Some questions I directed on Twitter to my friend who is a doctor of quantum physics.
“Exposing harassment is the women’s form of resistance.”
Üniversiteli kadınlardan erkek medyaya açık mektup
Barış: Uğur do you think that we can take this as an axiomatic basis like a law of Physics? I mean, can we abstract woman-being from all of its biological determinations and then characterize any case of harassment exposure as a contingent emergence phenomenon by the social woman subjectivity? This may also reveal a dialectical link between sexuality and evolutionary dynamics.
Uğur: Of course we can say that exposing is one of the prominent forms of resistance practiced by women. But I would call it a fact rather than an axiom. Instead of defining womanhood from such a negative, reactionary basis, wouldn’t it be better to define it from a more active basis?
Come it’s time let us go to our people
The noble mountains’ snow has melt
Now it’s flood let us go to our people
Our land covered in tulips and hyacinths
Come it’s time let us go to our people
The best of beauty has the whimsy
Mad heart madly in love with beauty
Even a black bush of our people
Now it’s rose let us go to our people
Karacoğlan says it comes in summers
O beauty, who gave you this whimsy?
The bitter words of your mom and dad
Now it’s honey let us go to our people
Is there someone up there?
“I know that the good guys are going to win but it’s still fun to watch.”
“Go my lions! Don’t let me down. I haven’t sent those verses and surahs for nothing…”
“I had told you but you didn’t believe!..”
“EUREKA!”
“Where did you come from?!?”
“We can make a deal.”
O poet I have a word for you — Ruhi Su
O poet I have a word for you, what is this throne placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, this throne is placed above the heap.
O wise I have a word for you, what is this heap placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, this heap is placed above the sheet.
O monk I have a word for you, what is this sheet placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, this sheet is placed above the skies.
O wise I have a word for you, what are these skies placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, these skies are placed above the ox.
O monk I have a word for you, what is the ox placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, the ox is placed above the fish.
O poet I have a word for you, what is the fish placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, the fish is placed above the water.
O poet I have a word for you, what is then the water placed above?
It’s an unfathomable wisdom, the water is placed above the wind.
Its face towards Qormusta, its tail thrown on the padlock,
The yellow ox that carries the earth is 114000 years old.
Ka’bah on its back, its mouth opened to Qormusta,
Its tail thrown to its belly, the west and the east over its head.
It never diverts its eyes, the earth would vanish if it shook off,
It suffers much from a little fly flying over its head.
Its skin thicker than mountains, creatures can’t drain its grease,
It has an intense strength, as if it was fourteen years old.
It’s an earthquake when it shakes, its horns are an uproar,
It has twelve feet, each of them at one of the corners.
Poet Yunus tells it, how pleasant has the wealthy created,
I wish I could yoke it, it has the wisdom in its work.
Austerity is in the head — Ruhi Su
Austerity is in the head, not in the crown
Heating is in the fire, not in the cooking sheet
If you are breaking a believer’s heart
What you do does not serve the god
If you seek the god, look at your heart
He is not in Jerusalem, in Mecca, at the pilgrimage
Accept the mature words of Yunus
It happens quickly, it shan’t be late too
O wheel why do you wail — Ruhi Su
O wheel why do you wail?
I have trouble and I wail
I fell in love with god
For that reason I wail
I’m called the troubled wheel
My waters flow and squeal
This seems to be god’s will
I have trouble and I wail
They found me on a mountain
They broke my arms and wings
They deemed me worthy of a wheel
I have trouble and I wail
My beam cut from the mountain
All my systems thrown to disarray
I am a poet, I never get tired
I have trouble and I wail
I pull the water from the low
I climb and pour it up above
Look at what I suffer now
I have trouble and I wail
Yunus coming people don’t smile
People don’t attain their desire
No one remains in this transit
I have trouble and I wail
I am now hungry
The fly: “Wait a bit! If flies and spiders become brothers, we can live happily all together!”
The spider: “Hmm… I am now hungry. I can think about what you say after I eat you.”
Over the earth — Grup Yorum
The pole erected over the earth
When no labor’s lost, does the heart ache
Ali love, Ali love
Does the heart ache
Who founded this order, let us too know
Speak my dear speak
Let the souls listen
Adam sows the crop on the earth
The crop hides its root underground
Ali love, Ali love
Hides its root
Comb out and see, the black and the white
Speak my dear speak
Let the souls listen
They put the cornerstone on the cooker
Let the god repair the realities
Ali love, Ali love
The realities
One day, they shall ache your head
Speak my dear speak
Let the souls listen
Oh love love, love friend friend
Help shah, shah friend
My Pir Sultan Abdal, fardh and sunna
Never be grateful to those who don’t come to reason
Everyone desires to have a paradise on earth
Speak my dear speak
Let the souls listen
Friend
Fish mouth — Ruhi Su
This story of a swordfish
Could as well be unwritten
Yet the stream to take us to new waters have stopped
We were going after mackerel
I was also in the school
In my back a spear wound
Happy I was all the same
Somehow stuck in my ear
Voices saying “there’s a net”
Mermaid fallen in my thought
I have played out
To put traps on one another is within means of tuna
I am cross with the net before long
Even a child would pull me to the boat
If I were not this heavy
Love of life that makes me run like this
This a way that a way all along the course
You fish, aren’t you some sea sheep
My sword has cut the darkness of the deep
I’ve left the waters in sea sparkles
You have what have you in frosty nights
In my back a spear wound
Take and bring me to a boat with the purple band
Sorrow in my eyes big
Sad is my sword
Sell me, sell me
Drink vodka
