And thus spoke the place: Bring me the thrills of the first time that you saw me, Each of which became a path for you in a different work. Bring yourself to me. ........... Bring me all the moments you were lost in, The moments you will look at through lens to see the traces of time. Bring me back my old chairs, Each will reunite me with a different memory. Bring me that poem of Rumi. That begins with the lines, How good to migrate anew every day, And how beautiful to settle anew every day. And ends saying, So many words that belong to yesterday, Now we need to say new things. Bring me people, May each be the storytellers of their home towns. Bring me your dreams . Those dreams that turned me into you, head to toe, as I lived. Bring me my own memory That memory I yearn to meet. Bring me everything, Each thing the everything of something else. Handan Böruteçene (Turkish artist) Paris 2008. *At Istanbul Modern, Nov 2014.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 19:47:23 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015