Archive for December, 2007

My lost mind-friend, Mehmet Aksoy, introduced me to a wonderful poet (along with many other wonderful things and I miss him dearly).  Here is a poem by Nazim Hikmet, one of my favorite… 

ULUDAG by Nazim Hikmet

For seven years we’ve been staring at each other,

face to face,

the mountain never moves from it’s place

nor do I

yet we’re closely aquainted.

Really like every living thing, it knows how to laugh and be angry.

Sometimes,

especially in the winter, specially at night,

and specially when the wind blows from the south,

with its snowy pine woods, upland pastures and frozen lakes

it stirs a little in sleep.

And the Monk who lives up there at the summit,

his long beard in disarray,

his skirts flying,

comes down to the plain shouting and yelling before the wind.

Then sometimes,

specially in May, at daybreak,

deep blue, boundless, massive,

it raises like a brave new world

happy and free.

But some days,

it’s like the pictures on lemonade bottles.

And I know in the hotel invisible to me

there are women skiers drinking cognac,

flirting and laughing with their men.

It’s been awhile since something musical as actually brought tears to my eyes.  Maybe it was my lack in attendance to Christmas programs this year, usually those can bring out a tear or two, especially when I hear Stephanie or Todd sing…  I believe this is the first time that a guitar has brought tears to my eyes.  In the first opening few cords I began to well up.  I can’t even describe what brought it about, it was just one of those melodies that reach your soul and bring out the only thing the body knows how to express by other than words - tears.  I must say I am extremely excited for the person who strummed those chords.  I also can’t wait for the opportunity to purchase the song for the soul reason to play on repeat for hours on end.  I wish there were more words to describe what exactly happened, but there aren’t.  I have a feeling that Mehmet would be able to express them perfectly in Turkish for me, that language is so beautiful and has so many more ways of expression than my native tongue…

I always thought this is something that I wantedBut am I willing to break someone’s heart?This is something which my mind has been tauntedBut how come when it’s so good I want to dart?I always thought I wanted to fall, fall so so deep…I always thought this is the way it’s supposed to feel,But what IS the reason we did meet?You are in my thoughts constantly, but I think a lotIn my mind 80%, but again it’s just a thought.Who’s to say what will work in reality?Who’s to say this is even a possibility?Who in the end will say this is right?Is this even worth the possible fight?I always thought I wanted to fall, fall so so deep…But what IS the reason we did meet…

What is the point of a club?  I went to Whisky tonight in Calgary.  Yes it was huge.  Yes there were lights.  Yes it was packed, but ultimately…  What was the point?  We get there, we get a drink, then we dance a little.  Being in a different city I don’t run into as many people that I know.  So I’m looking around and wondering what the point of me even being there was?  There’s no purpose in talking to strangers.  There’s really no purpose at all.  The music was good.  Areejh and I danced, which was fun.  But that was about it.  I am definetly so over the “club scene”, there is no valid point to it.  You know the guys are there in hopes of “getting some”, the girls are there for what?  Maybe some think they can find a quality guy there (not possible), maybe some are there fore the same reason as the guys, but then what does that make them?  Exactly.