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Selahattin Yolgiden

Richard Wagner

the nails of the wind
grow on a corpse
inside me, a clattering typewriter
with its broken ‘a’
i have given up on the words of the gods
from a forlorn shadow i have created
a prophet who will write his own book

october is the month of the discontent
ripped tickets, faded towels
sperm stinking bachelor pads, a giraffe
hanging itself on the front door of a student dorm
the corpses of civil servants
and istanbul
someone’s been dancing on the beach since july

how obvious from that brand-new ‘s’
on your keyboard that you have forgotten me

Richard Wagner

Richard Wagner

rüzgârın tırnakları
uzayan bir ölü
içimde, tıkırdayan
a'sı bozuk bir daktilo

vazgeçtim tanrıların sözlerinden
kendi kitabını yazacak bir peygamber
yarattım kimsesiz bir gölgeden

ekim huzursuzların ayıdır
yırtılmış biletler, sararmış havlular,
bel kokan bekar evleri, kendini
bir öğrenci yurdunun giriş kapısına asan
zürafa, memur cesetleri
ve istanbul
biri plajda dans ediyor temmuz'dan beri

beni unuttuğun klavyendeki s harfinin
yepyeni olmasından belli
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Richard Wagner

the nails of the wind
grow on a corpse
inside me, a clattering typewriter
with its broken ‘a’
i have given up on the words of the gods
from a forlorn shadow i have created
a prophet who will write his own book

october is the month of the discontent
ripped tickets, faded towels
sperm stinking bachelor pads, a giraffe
hanging itself on the front door of a student dorm
the corpses of civil servants
and istanbul
someone’s been dancing on the beach since july

how obvious from that brand-new ‘s’
on your keyboard that you have forgotten me

Richard Wagner

the nails of the wind
grow on a corpse
inside me, a clattering typewriter
with its broken ‘a’
i have given up on the words of the gods
from a forlorn shadow i have created
a prophet who will write his own book

october is the month of the discontent
ripped tickets, faded towels
sperm stinking bachelor pads, a giraffe
hanging itself on the front door of a student dorm
the corpses of civil servants
and istanbul
someone’s been dancing on the beach since july

how obvious from that brand-new ‘s’
on your keyboard that you have forgotten me
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