Benim adım kinyas
Benim adım Kinyas. Gün ağrıyor. Başım ağrıyor. İsmimi kendime ben verdim. Bitmeyen bir öfke ve bitmeyen bir mutsuzluğun ifadesi. Bütün insanlara kızgınım. Yaşadıkları için. Hayattan midem bulanıyor… Ateşle oynarım. Yeterince benzin ve karşımda oturan adamın ceketinin iç cebindeki çakmakla dünyayı yakabilirim. Benim adım Neron. Geceleri, çaldığım
Sayfa 31Kitabı okuyor
Jazz
"koşmam gerek
yetişmem gerek yazgıma
tutmam gerek, sormam gerek, bilmem gerek
esenlemem, kargışlamam, irkitmem gerek niçin
niçin, niçin, niçin
kuyuya düşen çocuk niçin ölmesin?"
İsmet Özel
Huzur 📚☕
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Kütüphane kokusu
Kahve
Jazz müzik...
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Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York.
Whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa.
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