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“Eşkiya” and an afterthought


The scene shown above is claimed to be the most critical representation of the film “Eşkiya,” a groundbreaking contribution to contemporary Turkish cinema.The plot summaries in English of my finding don’t dwell on what this excerpt reveals with succinct emphasis; namely, the Leitmotif that holds this artistic production together: the story of Baran and Keje.  It is a tale of love extending beyond the scopes of life and death, resonating the legendary loves in Turkish literature.  Such as that between Ferhat and Şirin (12th century), Leyla and Mecnun (16th century), Kerem and Aslı (16th century), and others.

Keje buries herself in silence and inaction when the man who betrayed Baran to unjust imprisonment becomes her husband after he buys her from her father. Thirty-five years later, Baran is free again.  His untiring search for his love embodies his only livelihood.

The storyline assumes numerous complications through unrelated events to create in Baran once again an innocent bystander of crimes he did not commit.  Alongside, Baran confronts at last his worst enemy.  In Keje’s presence.  Her silence – her way of mourning for the loss of her love to life, will cease only then – she has Baran understand – if she were to witness a falling star.  A symbol to her of a tortured soul attaining ultimate freedom – for both lovers…

While I can’t remember how far back in the past, I know exactly how I used to think about the phenomenon of love and its loss: a distinctive flair of melancholy lurked only over the people of Turkey – as with today’s few quick examples.  But then, I discovered famous names of non-Turkish roots with the same approach to this utterly uplifting, at the same time soul shattering reality of life.  And here I am, sharing some of my related deliberations with you in the form of a poem I have written recently:

when love is everything

among long-time friends once again

enduring the familiar left-side pain

decades surpassed their centuries

the hurt remains the same

an Immortal Beloved crafted life

birthed death ever so keen

a blazing desire in-between

oh geh mit, geh mit

oh accompany me, accompany me

Hebuterne embraced the call

Plath followed it with ease

Claudel suffered a living disease

King Edward VIII stunned the monarchy

etched to memory for lives to come:

the essence negates all that is told

nourishes from the authentic self;

sates and attains for evermore,

absolute ecstasy at the core.

For love is everything.

hülya yılmaz (October 3, 2013)

Have you ever grieved in deep sorrow for losing love but led yourself to conclude you had no right to mourn in the open because your loss was not one to death?

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Elegy – 5



right from the outset

ingesting all signals

subtle but intense


had the courage to cite

a woman’s invite to unite

an elite member of times long past

from the Empire of the Ottomans, at last


yet, the choice, firm, had been made

with not one miniscule hope left



right from the outset

this time, it is the end

must stop waiting to any further extent

for tomorrow’s ills are still to be met

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how else could we know of your sorrow? – Poem 1 for the Helping Tornado Victims in Oklahoma project of INDIES IN ACTION

we mourn those who are killed

whether by nature or human hands

form groups for support

join in the pain in any way we can

honor, reminisce, collaborate

beyond a swift case of heartache



we forget

in the face of the ease

amid traffic on cyberspace

who gave us the chance to compensate

for the immense loss of those violently killed


the reporting souls who often tend to get

the thunder, the fire, the flood, the twister effect

from us;

we frequently resend

their tongue, their style, what they account –

they are the ones whom we neglect


now that there was a deadly whirling wind

by which twenty-four human beings were killed

none will remain a mere number –

mourners, there are a plenty

including young school children

one of whom was amazed to see

the celebration of the dead and the living;

like the three hundred and seventy-five people injured –

in welcoming hope, their lives we get to embrace


schools, destroyed;

12,000 homes, damaged or vanished;

some owners, already named –

numerous volunteers, fast ready to help


we, too, are thus, enabled to step in

locals, non-locals, other continents’ residents –

in body, in spirit or by spreading the word out loud

by writing, speaking, or simply wishing

strength in heart to those young and old,

who mourn loved ones for their lives’ ceasing


for, we have learned of your sorrow

thanks to the efforts in reporting

by those who live any- and everywhere

but also there

where you again will call home

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respekt auf kosten von …

abrupter schluss

erzwungenes ende

kein sich-aussprechen

ohne weiteres


verzweifelt, verwüstet, vernichtet

erniedrigung unvermeidbar

selbstrespekt verstorben

gewaltige trauer ohne trost


zu spåt

endlich das zu erwarten und zu verlangen

was vor jahren unter uns einst erwiesen war…



nur ein ich ohne namen


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