Poem
Selahattin Yolgiden
Everyone’s god is inside himself
the face is the soul of the body* mr. antoineand that is why we gaze upon each other
and that is why our eyes are located in our faces
give no credence to anyone
who says time heals all wounds
for in the houses lit by night lamps,
on the deserted shores of winter,
but inside, mostly deep inside
we murdered time
and whatever is dead can be no cure
we forgot and we remembered again
from lies we built ourselves shrines
then believed in their divinity
everyone’s prophet is himself
everyone’s god is inside himself
everyone’s self is only for himself…
*Wittgenstein
Herkesin Tanrısı Kendi İçinde
Herkesin Tanrısı Kendi İçinde
yüz bedenin ruhudur* bay antuano yüzden böyle uzun uzun bakıyoruz birbirimize
o yüzden gözlerimiz yüzümüzde
zaman her şeyin ilacıdır
diyen hiç kimseye inanmayın
çünkü gece lambaları yanan evlerde,
kış'ın boş sahillerinde,
içeride en çok, ta içeride
öldürmüştük zamanı
ve ölüden ilaç olmaz hiç kimseye
unuttuk ve hatırladık tekrar
kendimize yalandan mabetler kurduk
ve inandık kutsallıklarına
bay antuan, anlasanıza
herkesin peygamberi kendisidir
herkesin tanrısı kendi içinde
herkesin kendisi, sadece kendisine...
*Wittgenstein
From: Gittiğim En Uzak Yer Sizdiniz
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Everyone’s god is inside himself
the face is the soul of the body* mr. antoineand that is why we gaze upon each other
and that is why our eyes are located in our faces
give no credence to anyone
who says time heals all wounds
for in the houses lit by night lamps,
on the deserted shores of winter,
but inside, mostly deep inside
we murdered time
and whatever is dead can be no cure
we forgot and we remembered again
from lies we built ourselves shrines
then believed in their divinity
everyone’s prophet is himself
everyone’s god is inside himself
everyone’s self is only for himself…
*Wittgenstein
From: Gittiğim En Uzak Yer Sizdiniz
Everyone’s god is inside himself
the face is the soul of the body* mr. antoineand that is why we gaze upon each other
and that is why our eyes are located in our faces
give no credence to anyone
who says time heals all wounds
for in the houses lit by night lamps,
on the deserted shores of winter,
but inside, mostly deep inside
we murdered time
and whatever is dead can be no cure
we forgot and we remembered again
from lies we built ourselves shrines
then believed in their divinity
everyone’s prophet is himself
everyone’s god is inside himself
everyone’s self is only for himself…
*Wittgenstein
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