photos will follow soon
a lot alot a lot to do
good to be in ist
good to be in my studio
vienna etiketine sahip kayıtlar gösteriliyor. Tüm kayıtları göster
vienna etiketine sahip kayıtlar gösteriliyor. Tüm kayıtları göster
24 Ocak 2011 Pazartesi
sunny skies over vienna
i had an animated surprise ride to the airport. anna and dani also came along; we were still gossipping as i passed the security check. AND the plane ride was soooo sunny. fell asleep to the warmth of the sun. and woke up under slight rain. and found myself by the bhosphorous looking at topkapı palace and leandros tower; sipping tea along with sibel and my mom... busy days immediately began:)) the farewell party and the whole exp. in vienna supplied me with energy to face ist again!
17 Ocak 2011 Pazartesi
7 Ocak 2011 Cuma
snow topped waves / vienna - north sea connection
2009 northsea - 2010 kardinal nagl platz, vienna snow
viyana bloğumdur kendisi
held together with water & memories
water, snow, ice, and then comes in a melting heart
every now and then
perception deepens experience
we are time machines!
"If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?"
— Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
— Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)
çok klişe; ve seviyorum bu klişeyi.
26 Aralık 2010 Pazar
boem, rhiz, white dreams, christmas shirt, fluc
so i guess that was a christmas night!
boem was great! with some fun lights and excellent food and beautiful people.
after 1 a.m left for rhiz.
it s such a pleasure to talk to people of some intellect & sharpwit.
even eyes tell it all and still, talking directly is such a bliss!
good sleep and good dreams during the day
waking up in the afternoon to laugh at the jokes: black book
i call this a holiday, all right!
Fran: You know, in Tibet, if they want something, do you know what they do? They give something away.
Bernard: They do, do they? That must be why they're such a dominant global power.
and some good electronic music at fluc
first with deniz, afterwords alone but never alone
stepping out to get a slice of pizza; the pizza man is TUrkish; pizza is on the house;
he used to work on a ship in istinye. he sends his regards to istanbul. he is good.
3 slices of free pizza. i share that with a person i meet at fluc. i watch the dj. slowly drink my last beer.
i like unexpected good things
and oh yes i had missed such a sleep... from dream onto anothe rdream
this is what i call a holiday
a few days of break will do me good
and i still did not frget to continue sound recordings - today at fluc
24 Aralık 2010 Cuma
moments of the weird / garip anlar
ev.k; uBAhn, viennai sit opposite the mother and the child
the mother takes out this thing. she opens the transparent plastic bag. lets it out.
a weird moment. the child trying to hold this torso. i look at the child's feet. the child has a second body. soft. except for the neck. wood instead of veins and blood.
something is happening at this moment.
cannot tell exactly what.
"dont undress my love
you might find a mannequin
dont undress the mannequin
you might find love.
shes long ago forgotten me.
hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever.
she is a child and a mannequin and death.
i can't hate that.
she didnt do anything unusual.
I only wanted her to. "
— Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977)
you might find a mannequin
dont undress the mannequin
you might find love.
shes long ago forgotten me.
hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever.
she is a child and a mannequin and death.
i can't hate that.
she didnt do anything unusual.
I only wanted her to. "
— Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977)
"We see that in the organic world, to the same degree that reflection gets darker and weaker, grace grows ever more radiant and dominant. But just as two lines intersect on one side of a point, and after passing through infinity, suddenly come together again on the other side; or the image in a concave mirror suddenly reappears before us after drawing away into the infinite distance, so too, does grace return once perception, as it were, has traversed the infinite--such that it simultaneously appears the purest in human bodily structures that are either devoid of consciousness or which possess an infinite consciousness, such as in the jointed manikin or the god."
— Heinrich von Kleist (Selected Prose of Heinrich von Kleist)
— Heinrich von Kleist (Selected Prose of Heinrich von Kleist)
"this, then, is how we first came across the fearsome secret history of turkey's mannequins."
— Orhan Pamuk (The Black Book)
— Orhan Pamuk (The Black Book)
sewt, tears, or the salt sea / ter, gözyaşı ya da tuz denizi
x
Do you know a cure for me?
"Why yes", he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt water."
"Salt water? "I asked him.
"Yes", he said, "in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."
karen blixen: seven gothic tales
x
this one was for Sibel Diker, lovely artist living in istanbul at the moment. we were exchanging emails about this exhibit we will put up soon...
and she shared some ideas that got me inspired! she is onto a very strong thing. and so again a series of connections and i come across the quote above.
sweat, tears or the salt sea.
i swim in my dreams. i do not remember. still i have a feeling that i swim in my dreams.
star gazer, daydrifter... shapeshifterNightGAzer... nightDrifter... yes coming up with new self-expressions
re-born in vienna.
i believe so.
11 Aralık 2010 Cumartesi
"and beauty is of smallest duration"/ the Strudlhof stairs
on the Strudlhof stairs i spent some hours yesterday. daylight faded into night. i kept recording...
as i was lured by the movements of a hanging plant in tune with the wind, i overheard the language of some footsteps. i heard somebody look at me; i heard this in the sound of his steps. with a side-glance i felt like seeing this person who introduced me to the idea of this stairs.
i walked to the steps. i looked down.
only to marvel at the appearance of my accidental viennese guide for the night. the russian marco polo. who is very luckily still in vienna. the last time i came across him was at this owl place. i bought him some dinner to pay my respect. (and on this fucking cold and magnificiently metaphorical day, i had actually sent him and also simon a message to translate 2 lines of the poem by Doderer. this poem i tried to read in german. at the base of the stairs by the fountain was this poem. the last two lines rhymed and sounded very poetic. i craved to understand the language. however, as it turns out he had not received this message. he received themessage after he tried to translate... after his appearance here. shaved face; fresh smell; and a particular distance like that of a comrade even.)
and marco polo walked past by me. i asked: "what are you doing here?" delighted with his presence.
he was here by a touch of magic, as he stated it.
and here he tried his best to translate.
the wanderer said:
vase with this bloody green stuff: moss he means.
between the wars ...
much has sunken...
"it should be poetic as well so i can't do a direct translation"
... would be grief
as marco polo struggles with the translation, an old man comes in... at a point marco polo stumbles, an old man approaches the marco polo and the unknown digitized stranger, the oriental little one so to say... the passer-by approached and offered these two souls some help... this passer-by's version is:
"the beautiful is the smallest thing"
and marco polo put the bits and pieces together:
"much has sunken in grief "; or:
"a lot has been sunken in grief and sadness"
"and beauty is of smallest duration"
as we step down to view the stairs from below, we recite: jugendstill, art deco..
he points to the middle and says:
"here we go: vase in the middle. mosses. "
"hey, they renovated it, actually!"
this was also the day i got my new pink 80s LAMY. from a magical store.
"so, this is where you travel between time!"
"in 1918, the austrian empire breaks up; and the narrative jumps forward and backward and forward and backword ... all these figures they meet at the stairs"
"it's bloody cold here, let's go up", says the white-skinned marco polo with the russian-british accent. i am already shivering. we go up the stairs, once more trascending time. trascending space. just by walking.
i adore the sight of the streets in vienna at this time of the year. as if i have seen it in spring or in summer? no, just my imagination. i realize that i perceive this city to be an extension of Pera, taksim, istanbul. it gives me space to think and to reflect.
and i just found this piece of literature in english online. just tonight.
On the Strudlhof Steps in Vienna
...
the mossed urn in the middle, by the wall,
outlasts the year between the wars and dying.
So much is past and gone, to our dismay,
And beauty shows the frailest power to stay.
Heimito von Doderer, "The Strudlhof Steps"
tranlated by Vincent Kling.
the mossed urn in the middle, by the wall,
outlasts the year between the wars and dying.
So much is past and gone, to our dismay,
And beauty shows the frailest power to stay.
Heimito von Doderer, "The Strudlhof Steps"
tranlated by Vincent Kling.
i enjoy the passer by's and marco polo's version better. (and simone's version is erased due to some absynth and vodka and beer. which was really not necessary at all. this was also the stupidest night in this oriental little one's personal history. she just kept on sending out messages to the eastern countries, sharing the fact that she was watching the turkish star trek in vienna after a time travel in a neighbouring stairs. with friends. and she also sent messages to marco polo. who was he, actually? at this point there was a twist in this digitized technology, like a twist of fate, the message system started to have a life apart from her. acting on its own will. it was a solidification of some will power anyway; the whole night. the oriental little one missed the beat, ordering an unnecessary glass of beer. and as soon as she believed in its unnecessity and th out-of-tune situation, she spilled over the glass of beer. luckily, marco polo was not hurt. and still soon she would already have to apologize for another weird and off -tune behaviour, an excess of feeling, of not knowing how to show in what way... and the next day she looked for words to call herself. shall she call herself a fool. an alien? a child too impati,en at times to miss the beat and run fast only to fall face down. she should call her self the sweetest fool. she had a touch of boldness, some brevity that would surprise men and women both. it was all right in the end. apologies accepted by marco polo. new exciting projects already set on the table. a man of his word; the oriental one wished that marco polo, too, is a human being of his word. a promise is a promise. stairs is stairs. stairs in this case is also the ultimate time machine. for this little shapeShifternightDrifter, the crash course on the psyche of vienna proved most worthwhile... in gratitude, she dived into sleeps and dreams that she would not remember the next day.)
"and beauty is of smallest duration"
istanbul calling/vienna calling/sf silent; gazing towers
"Go then, there are other worlds than these."
— Stephen King (The Gunslinger)
"There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for."
Sam, Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers"
J.R.R. Tolkien (The Return of the King)
"A coward judges all he sees by what he is."
Stephen King (The Dark Tower)
galata kulesi / galata tower, istanbul
stefansdome, vienna
notes from a crash course / transcending physical space / in turkisch
Postcard. L’Escalier Richelieu [The Odessa/Potemkin Steps]. Odessa, Ukraine. Detroit Publishing Company. Circa 1890-1900. (Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.)
1985
2009
dönüşüm muhteşem olacak
geri geleceğim
alla dağı - avusturya
avusturya-türk yemek tarifleri ... this is awesome...
şehrin işçi hareketi haritası
işçi hareketi
görünmezlik
maddeden maddesel olmayana geçiş
arkeoloji. truva. efes. katmanlar.
elde kitap - harita ile maddesel olanın imgelemde değişimi.
transcends.
bu sözü çok kullandım.
arabistanlı lawrence ve jön türk bağlantısı
savaşlar tarihi
karadeniz
aral denizi - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aral_Sea
açık kalp gönül yürek...
türkçe!
7sterne, nil, ... what was the name of the place with the delicious light projecvtions... squatters place - onun da adını unuttum. need a better memory stick.
2 girls ? zwei.... restaurant
mariahilfer ve burggasse arası bulunur yine... ayakların seni goturur
and mind jump onto another kind of stairs - odessa
All social life is essentially practical / crash course on wien
Café Central (German: das Café Central) is a coffeehouse in Vienna. It is located in the Innere Stadt district at Herrengasse 14 in the former Bank and Stockmarket Building (Bank- und Börsengebäude), today called the Palais Ferstel after its architect Heinrich von Ferstel. / wiki.
this one is not relevant, but i like it because of the flying / scattering connection
All social life is essentially practical. All mysteries which lead theory to mysticism find their rational solution in human practice and in the comprehension of this practice.
through a crash course on foot, the experience of vienna transcends visibility. triggering the realm of the visible at the right points, you enter the realm of a history re-written each time it is imagined.
a social life IS essentially practical.
as we step into the cafe central, warmth takes over... the aesthetic arches and the tall ceiling lifts you up... the tables and the seats and all other material stuff is perceived to be trivial in a sense. in terms of scale. one could compare it with the experience in a church or an ancient mosque.
hmm. cafe central: the mosque for the well-read
my accidental guide (for this crash course of vienna) asks me if i had seen the movie "Klimt." no! why did i miss that?
so as it turns out, this CAfe CEntral also appeared in that movie.
the café was opened in 1860, and in the late 19th century it became a key meeting place of the Viennese intellectual scene. Key regulars included: Peter Altenberg, Theodor Herzl, Alfred Adler,] Egon Friedell, Hugo von Hofmannsthal, Anton Kuh, Adolf Loos, Leo Perutz, Alfred Polgar and Leon Trotsky. In January 1913 alone, Josip Broz Tito, Sigmund Freud, Adolf Hitler, Vladimir Lenin, and Leon Trotsky (the latter two being regulars) were patrons of the establishment. /Until 1938 the café was called the "Chess school" (Die Schachhochschule) because of the presence of many chess players. / The Vienna Circle of logical positivists held many meetings before and after World War I.
A well known story is that when Victor Adler objected to Count Berchtold, foreign minister of Austria-Hungary, that war would provoke revolution in Russia, even if not in the Habsburg monarchy, he replied: "And who will lead this revolution? Perhaps Mr. Bronstein (Leon Trotsky) sitting over there at the Cafe Central?"
where was that sculpture with the woman holding a fish in her hand? the masonic connection?
“Filozoflar dünyayı, yalnızca, çeşitli şekillerde yorumlamışlardır; oysa sorun onu değiştirmektir.”
Feuerbach Üzerine Tezler, Karl Marx
27 Kasım 2010 Cumartesi
snow topped cars; vienna / "kar" topped "kar"s
nov. 27, saturday; past midnight
snow topped cars
karlı araba kaportaları
bunu kitap kapağı yapmak isterim/
would like to make this into a book cover
hahaha!!!!!
kar on kar
snow ( in turkish:kar)
car (the pronounciation is "kar"- which means snow in turkish )