Home Page THE JAZZ SYMPHONY Ertugrul Tetik Started, starting, going to start. The sun is rising. It's becoming morning in Tomorrowsland. The sun is a golden tray on which nightmares are served. The sun is rising. It's becoming tomorrow in the land of tomorrow. The sun is drawing the day, the sun is painting. First, the sea is being colored; then the redness of the morning. The zinc-roof houses and the blooming trees are being colored. The work-going morning-shift and the home-going night-shift are being colored. The day is full of color. No, it's as attractive as a prostitute. The sun is rising. It's becoming morning from open seas to the tops of mountains. It's being the day of bandits, smugglers, forgers. I'm starting on a very fresh day. I'm getting changed. I'm shedding with all the snakes. I'm taking on another role about life in another city. I'm putting on costumes and masks, which have not been seen or known before. I'm looking for a mistake to live it to the end. Starting, going to start. I've begun the journey. I've entered the streets which I don't know. I've made friends with the ill-omened and thieves. I've made friends with gays and pimps. I've left all my loves; all my loves have left me. Only my hates and I remain. Starting, started. It's being night after the finishing day. The curtain is falling. The players are getting off the stage. Everybody is applauding the finishing day. There is no need to hide the unlieveness anymore. The night hides everything. The lights are being turned on. The stars at the sky are vanishing one by one. The city creates its own stars. The rain is eager to rain; it's raining. But no rain can destroy the traces in the city. On altars, tom-toms are being beaten for the plenty of the hunt. Hymns are being chanted The hunters are trying to find path. The hunt is going on out of breath. S-tart-ing. I'm taking part in the fight. I am thinking of dying in case I could not live. I'm shooting without batting an eyelash. A better rifleman is shooting me. I'm waking up in the middle of nightmares. I'm waking up from the dreams in which I was lost. I have done something that I couldn't believe. I'm confused; I'm confusing. I'm doing something. Something right: Strange behaviors, insensitive loves... Something wrong: To do something... Maybe to protest... To shout, with all my soul… I'm looking for a never planned fiction. I'm writing a never written text. It's a story which is never lived before. Everybody is writing his story. Me too! Let's start the music. Bop! Be-bop. Bodo-bodop. I thought I was late. Everything is just starting. I saw the dancing girl, while I was trying to find a lie about not being late. I noticed it on time. The girl has no face. And everything is just starting. The girl has no color. And everything is starting again. In the beginning: What can be sacrificed for one thing? I had to do something. I have decided. I would live my new life even if it's full of shit. I would sink completely in shit. The sun is rising. The sun is rising at the moment as yesterday finishes. In the huge city, a life is starting with the sunlight. The huge city is getting larger. It's starting. Up Home Page
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THE JAZZ SYMPHONY
Ertugrul Tetik
Started, starting, going to start. The sun is rising. It's becoming morning in Tomorrowsland. The sun is a golden tray on which nightmares are served. The sun is rising. It's becoming tomorrow in the land of tomorrow. The sun is drawing the day, the sun is painting. First, the sea is being colored; then the redness of the morning. The zinc-roof houses and the blooming trees are being colored. The work-going morning-shift and the home-going night-shift are being colored. The day is full of color. No, it's as attractive as a prostitute. The sun is rising. It's becoming morning from open seas to the tops of mountains. It's being the day of bandits, smugglers, forgers. I'm starting on a very fresh day. I'm getting changed. I'm shedding with all the snakes. I'm taking on another role about life in another city. I'm putting on costumes and masks, which have not been seen or known before. I'm looking for a mistake to live it to the end. Starting, going to start. I've begun the journey. I've entered the streets which I don't know. I've made friends with the ill-omened and thieves. I've made friends with gays and pimps. I've left all my loves; all my loves have left me. Only my hates and I remain. Starting, started. It's being night after the finishing day. The curtain is falling. The players are getting off the stage. Everybody is applauding the finishing day. There is no need to hide the unlieveness anymore. The night hides everything. The lights are being turned on. The stars at the sky are vanishing one by one. The city creates its own stars. The rain is eager to rain; it's raining. But no rain can destroy the traces in the city. On altars, tom-toms are being beaten for the plenty of the hunt. Hymns are being chanted The hunters are trying to find path. The hunt is going on out of breath. S-tart-ing. I'm taking part in the fight. I am thinking of dying in case I could not live. I'm shooting without batting an eyelash. A better rifleman is shooting me. I'm waking up in the middle of nightmares. I'm waking up from the dreams in which I was lost. I have done something that I couldn't believe. I'm confused; I'm confusing. I'm doing something. Something right: Strange behaviors, insensitive loves... Something wrong: To do something... Maybe to protest... To shout, with all my soul… I'm looking for a never planned fiction. I'm writing a never written text. It's a story which is never lived before. Everybody is writing his story. Me too! Let's start the music. Bop! Be-bop. Bodo-bodop. I thought I was late. Everything is just starting. I saw the dancing girl, while I was trying to find a lie about not being late. I noticed it on time. The girl has no face. And everything is just starting. The girl has no color. And everything is starting again. In the beginning: What can be sacrificed for one thing? I had to do something. I have decided. I would live my new life even if it's full of shit. I would sink completely in shit. The sun is rising. The sun is rising at the moment as yesterday finishes. In the huge city, a life is starting with the sunlight. The huge city is getting larger. It's starting.
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