Generic Brand This Is How a Planet Like This Can I?

1if a person is going to take refuge in poetry, prayer, or a rock, they should do so alone and in silence. Anything else would be a lie. There is always something to hide in the middle of the crowds. Otherwise, it is easily found. When a person is drunk or angry, he can neither keep silent nor speak his native language. I have prayed a lot with poetry. Without telling anyone. Sure, there were those who heard it. How did they hear, what did they hear? I don't know. But one day a dear, devoted reader wrote me a note and put an end to my prayers. My gratitude began: "when it was called kekre. One expects a longer poem. But the poet has created something very different. Unlike other anthems, the moment you open your eyes, he has created an anthem that should be sung with peace, stretching with the cover touching his skin in his bed. Which is a lot of dose, and this very resolute poem could only achieve peace like this. Suat.. I'm serious. Write this in your notebook, please. "whenever i recite this poem, there's no moment when i don't feel good. i'm writing this note, which i wrote to my heart, into my notebook now, and like the rilke of my youth, i take refuge in its goodness and forgiveness: 'god, be kind, let's get through the night." Then his disease. Then love. "how can this planet be so dear to me?" with traces of walter benjamin, making a lyrical emphasis on the great tensions of mental life. A surprising text written in tandem with the translation of stanley crawford's cult novel, the logbook of unguentine. From the writer who says he immersed himself in a poetic extension where translation and writing actions intertwined, a book of introspection, inspiration, and call: "dear passionate reader. Creepy beauty! A grain of hope that will or has already been broken! It separates you from the writer with your earthly expectationlessness, that excess of jewels, i leave the book to your noble heart. Promotional text 1