1915

1915 (Dedicated to all Armenians living in Turkey), 2012

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When I awoke, I realized I was in a rose garden. Right there in front of me, the mind and the heart were chatting, and the ant on the ground was trying to prevent all the wars of the world. The beggar in the cove of a tree I was leaning on had decided it was his duty to destroy the system established by bankers. A crying lover was swearing at numbers and the four arithmetical operations; a slave, his hands and feet in chains, was mending damaged justice. A madman sitting back to front atop his donkey was changing the syllabi in schools according to a book he had written himself, and a mother breastfeeding her child at the exit gate of the garden declared that nature, animals and humans were free.

I left the garden that smelled of roses and began to think: Yes, the mind and the heart should be one. The ant should stop all the wars, and animosity should cease. The beggar should sever the tie between possession and wellbeing, and destroy money. The madly-in-love Mejnun should reconcile love and mathematics. The slave must defeat the tyrants, must determine the sentence and the award, must be merciful, and hand out justice fairly. Teachers should, of course, forget about syllabi. Children should read what they feel the need for, experience the development and maturation of the soul with love, live as they deserve to and die when the time comes. / Extrastruggle*
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*Extrastruggle: Borrowing continuously, "Extrastruggle" seeks its dreamland. This search is the dream of thought rather than a will to form a conceptual base. Just like the picture of an apple and the script of an apple being the same thing only in dreams. Or the real Istanbul being very different from and at the same time identical with the Istanbul roadsign welcoming a stranger. Extrastruggle is the relationship of things which have nothing to do with each other. It's the will to shift from the "I think" mode to the mode of "It is being thought". Extrastruggle is the neverending struggle between photograph, form, sign and script. Torn off from different worlds, there is a continuous transition and escape among this quartet. Each is a ghost of the other. Just like the world, the other world and the other other world... Extrastruggle forges a single body from different items. It creates a whole, a Frankenstein, from pieces which are ghosts of each other.
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Translation: Nazım Dikbaş