23 Mayıs 2009 Cumartesi

Voyage to Mars - Mars' a Yolculuk

Shadow on Mars, Phaselis- Kemer, December 2008 - Mars'taki Gölge, Kemer-Antalya, Aralık 2008
Voyage to Mars!

Proud of going to be the first female astronaut landing on Mars, she was looking to the large screen in front of her. The space shuttle was in total darkness, only a red “Exit” sign was blinking on top of the ceiling. She fastened her seatbelt, took a deep breath as the shuttle took of with a noise, her feet were off the ground in a few seconds.
The blue atmosphere of the Earth disappeared from the screen and she was floating in the middle of the Galaxy, cleaving among the bright stars and meteorites while gradually getting anxious. As the red planet appeared on the front screen, she felt tachycardia, sweating and heebie jeebies. Her accelerated heartbeats could be heard even from a long distance. She was feeling like suffocating as the space shuttle banged on the Red Planet.
Even there weren’t any technical problem related with the cabin pressure, she was gradually sweating. It was still dark inside, the red exit sign was still blinking as the screen was displaying the cold, red lonely surface of Mars with crater lakes on.
She tried to breathe deeply and convinced herself that everything was in its normal course. Her tachycardia was worsening and she was feeling a disturbing nausea. Desperately looking at the red “Exit” sign, she unfastened her seat belt. The cabin pressure must be decreasing that she was in need of oxygen and fresh air. Feeling herself on a seesaw on the red rough surface before fainting, she reopened her eyes on a White Planet.
A doctor in a white coat was smiling at her tenderly. He was explaining her that a “claustrophobia” can be triggered by enclosed spaces, like the flight simulation game “Voyage to Mars” she attended in the Funfair.

© Voyage to Mars by Sibel Gögen (May 2009)

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13 Mayıs 2009 Çarşamba

Zeytin ağacı - Olive tree - Maslina

Zeytin agaci, Teleferik Izmir, 2009 - Olive tree, Teleferik Izmir, 2009

"...Yani, öylesine ciddiye alacaksın ki yaşamayı, yetmişinde bile, mesela, zeytin dikeceksin, hem de öyle çocuklara falan kalır diye değil, ölmekten korktuğun halde ölüme inanmadığın için, yaşamak yanı ağır bastığından..."

"...I mean, you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for instance, you'll plant olive tree, not for your children, either,but because although you fear death you don't believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier..."

NAZIM HIKMET RAN ( Yasamaya Dair- On Living 1947)

Zeytinlikte bir bahar gunu, 1997 Cesmealti-Izmir- A spring day among olive trees, 1997 Cesmealti-Izmir

Olive tree in Teleferik Izmir - Izmir Teleferik`te zeytin agaci, 2009

Önde zeytin ağaçları arkasında yâr
Sene 1946
Mevsim Sonbahar
Önde zeytin ağaçları neyleyim neyleyim
Dalları neyleyim.
Yâr yollarına dökülmedik dilleri neyleyim.
Yâr yâr!..
Seni kara saplı bir bıçak gibi sineme sapladılar
Değirmen misali döner başım
Sevda değil bu bir hışım
Gel gör beni darmadağın
Tel tel çözülüp kalmışım.
Yâr yâr
Canımın çekirdeğinde diken
Gözümün bebeğinde sitem var


Zeytin agaci-Olive tree, Teleferik Izmir 2009

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5 Mayıs 2009 Salı


Midye Avcilari, Inciralti Balikci Barinagi, Aralik 2008, Izmir - Mussel Hunters, Inciralti fishermen`s cove, December 2008, Izmir


The Mussel Hunter
Like an astronaut on a spaceflight, he was moving slowly. Tied to an old wooden spacecraft with a mossy rope, he was wearing a water-resist suit completed with a handmade waistcoat and a grey beret. A red sack was elegantly floating behind him on the infinite foggy blue. His legs were not seen, while his wet hands were slowly dipping the shovel, scraping the sand and then filling the worn sieve.
As if in California Gold Rush, his eyes were shining brightly with each black jewel appearing among the sand on the sieve. He was diligently combing out his treasure and filling the red sack tied on his waist.
Shouldering on the shovel and proud of his shiny treasure in the red sack, he hit the road with the old boat. The infinite blue was turning to a golden color as if the bright stars of a close galaxy were blinking in the seashore.
He had never seen a sea or mussels until he left the far village to earn enough money for his wedding. His fiancée gave him the waistcoat and the beret with tears on her eyes and warned him not to get cold. Yet, water drops were flowing over the yellow rubber boots, forming a small lake around his feet. He wrapped himself to the soaking wet waistcoat.
He dreamt of their wedding ceremony with golden jewels on her beloved’s white wedding dress. They will be sitting in one of the bright seaside cafes to order stuffed mussel served with lemon. He will gently open each black shiny shell, squeeze the lemon in them and put in her tiny pink mouth. She will be feeling the delicious taste of the each black jewel, while watching the slowly moving mussel hunters in the infinite blue.

© Mussel Hunter by Sibel Gögen (April 2009 )

Midye Avcilari, Inciralti Balikci Barinagi, Aralik 2008, Izmir - Mussel Hunters, Inciralti fishermen`s cove, December 2008, Izmir

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