when they came/ for you
elegies/of resistance
when they came
for furkan
waves wept
for such a sailor
does not come
often enough
this night
i imagine
four holes
in furkan's head
& weep
not only
for him
& the other
heroes the other
naturally the other
is multiple
& resistant the other
always the other
watching waves
& winds
i imagine
you that night
watching waves
when they came
for you
furkan
they were
going after
what they were
not any longer
fighters from
warsaw ghetto
but were pale
imitations of icons
of another time
they were
no longer
escaping sobibor
defending leningrad
but holding
siege to city
where
you will
always be furkan
always be furkan
always be
furkan
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& when
they came
for you
furkan
they didn't know
what was lost
in that
moment memory
mingles already
with memory being
lost to all
out to sea
is expression
i cannot use
tonight i teach
myself memories
that cameras
cannot configure
but of boy
about to be
man he became
five israeli bullets
took too much
already too many
nablus jenin
sabra chatilla
worlds
we will
never know
& be
known
to any
other than you
furkan i think
you knew
all that
earlier
than imagined
world ehud barak
poisoned with promises
of victory
that shall
not be
& have
no right
to be
furkan
you entered
the nabka
so you shall
never be forgotten
& the nakba
should never be
forgotten
(& that is
first step
to peace
know nakba
like your own
history whole
or nothing)
furkan four
holes history
will have
to find
it/self through
or be never
ending
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i've slept
as you
haven't furkan right
to sail seas
in search
of other
he knew
as he
watched waves wander
sea that stole
him stolen
five israeli bullets
certain of trajectory
young boy becoming
man on ship
taken down
as they say
language so crude
commentators crawl
around news desks
denying this
death & many
others 1400
for example
gaza cast lead
lead of some
sort staining
lives of so
many too many
losing lives led
complex & tender
as any
you can name
in chicago athens
lyon sheffield sydney
ankara tel aviv
though their
names holy
evidently they are
able to run
their course furkan
not yours
you will become symbol
human
in your burning
to become just
another man just
another man
just a man
a just man
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it is
said today
one of
family said
you wanted
to become
doctor furkan dogan
witnesses sd
you were
bending to ground
to aid other
when
four israeli bullets
battered & blew
yr beautiful head
apart from this
another to heart
to make sure
this innocent innocent
who has made
our nights poor
of this star
cette seule étoile
dans la nuit pauvre
désolée
you are dead
dr furkan dogan
to be
you aided others
while waves wept
& soldiers shot & shot
& shot again
to be certain
you were innocent
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furkan i
don't know
why your murder
touches me
so deeply
it does
& that
is all
i need
to know
you knew nakba
& wouldn't forget
families everywhere
your family
you refused
to forget
what others cannot
remember deir yassin
for example
amongst others
key left
in door
for time
to come
back they
never came
back to future
generations living
if it can
be called that
in camps
for 60 years
now nakba
you were just
19
when bullets broke
you apart
from learning
there can
only be
justice
or it is
all worthless
not you
young comrade
doctor to be
you are worth
all our struggles
for breath
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when they came
for you
they came
with force
that has become
their only
truth told
over & over
again & again
the same shots
the same shots
went through
your head
furkan dogan
they went
through your head
& some unknown
light left
leaving only branches
you held out
while waves wept
& skies fell
in on
themselves
skies fell
like sheets
on all
of us
who are left
poorer than night
defending sad museums
of grief
for you
young doctor(tonight
i witness ways
they begin
to demonise
you as martyr
to make less
of human flesh
of head blown
apart from this
one to heart
to make less
of this
of young man
they don't know
an inch
of you comrade)
who heals
in being
just in being
just
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we shall
all have to
become little
furkan dogan
we are
obliged to
become little
of you
brave sailor
who wanted
to become
healing doctor
but was cut
down five israeli
bullets shot
within few pace
you never took
it seems
you gave
you gave
& got five israeli bullets
in yr head
& heart
at least
you were formidable
my frightened sailor
who wanted
to become
doctor you didn't
imagine five bullet
from israeli guns
would stop
that healing
in less
than 30 seconds
in less
than 30 seconds
they took
from us
this glorious youth
while waves wept
& are still
weeping
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furkan dogan
the five israeli
bullets hit you
from 43 cm israeli
bullets hit you
in the back
as with all
our comrades
hit in back
& they will
be surprised
when people
hit back
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when they came
to take
you down
on deck
four israeli bullets
in your head
one
in your heart
& i am
obliged
to remember
shoah by bullets
in east
bullet in neck
when
soldiers not drunk
which was
mostly
not case
summary executions
ravine to ravine
but here
on deck
summary executions
of nine men
to add
to endless list
you have learnt
when
death was german
gentleman now
israeli commando death
in any language
dead or living
you were
clearly great
heart(one bullet)
furkan dogan
it is evident
in your glance
& i hope
i am not
out of line
to tell you
your eyes glint
as poet
nazim hikmet's did
i imagine
that world
far from you
but it isn't
never has
a poet
been
so clear
about justice
having spent
most of life
in jail
or exile
he had eyes
as you had
eyes of tenderness
& force
a little mischief
mostly heart
pumping
we would say
here where heart
not pumping
in way
i'd want
to remember you
furkan dogan
as waves do
when they weep
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furkan dogan
lost
to us
who have
gone
to grids
& lines
missing mostly
sea you became
missing
sea
you became
with five israeli bullets
in your head
& heart
whole
with each
injustice we
become less
so much
less than we
thought impossible
a 19 year old
turkish teenager
became just
man before us
despite drapes
netanyahu's murderers
have placed
over screen
& sky
for moment
or two
but in this
time tales told
do not last
so long
& lies
even less
(& to be polemical
for a moment
i am astonished
at indecency
state of israel
styles
into its
survival they
have become
race killers
every bit
as hateful
as heydrich) so much
less much less
history has
way of hollowing
itself out
& then
in its manner
moving humanity
to change
circumstances they
themselves
do not control
karl marx
sd in 18th
brumaire
of louis bonaparte
& i
believe him
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furkan dogan
not yet
one week
since you were
taken from us
in an act
of common murder
that was
called summary execution
on eastern front
jews gypsies communist
took bullet
in head
& heart
shot in back
standard operating procedure
for criminals
back then
it is
now so present
resonant
how other
is eliminated
from being
present
in this world
furkan dogan
is no longer
present
he has
become future
you always
have to
contend
with that configuration
future
you understood
knowing nakba
not forever
you were
called to prayer
that worlds wonder
when going wrong
to higher level
fred hampton demanded
in some street
in chicago
he told us
not to be
forced by fear
into not being
alive as
furkan dogan
who is now
wandering streets
of our resistance
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when they came for you fugue 2
fugue 2
it is now
so they say
time though
feels
as if
centuries
pass
from you
to us
today injustice
bhopal union carbide
whomever
they've become
freed in courts
& countries
they own
down
to last minister
holding out hand
in this
moment
i want
to hold
your hand
furkan dogon
for you
never
to be forgotten
as another
fact you are
you are
for me
19 year old
teenager with heart
& head
five israeli bullets
finished for israelis
but beginning
for me
& waves of others
who weep
& from those tears
construct configuration
of which
you
are part
furkan dogon
more
than that
history is hollow
without you
certainly
catastrophe
dans mon coeur
for someone
so young
seeking justice
moves me
more
than these
crude attempts
at loving
what it is
possible to be
even in world
gone wrong
gone terribly
wrong as world
can be
possibility
furkan dogon
created on deck
of boat
in mediterranean ? 17
(i will be
vulgar for moment
hearing of this
bhopal verdict
i am reminded
yet again
the principal responsibility
of capital
is to blame
the victim
& you were
only too
familiar
with that i
cannot tell
you how
disgusted i am
at lies
they tell
to cover crimes
worse
they damage
hear
all our heart
tearing away
at it
tearing away
until it
it is
a rag
or a flag
blow head apart
until
we cannot
tell truth from tale
but in this
hour
your breath
breathes on me
washing away
winds washing away
words
becoming breath
breath becoming
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i refuse
to allow
others
to forget
other i refuse
to forget
you furkan dogan
other i
know i
as you
or any other
who breathes
& in breathing
resists
whatever it is
they call present
you are presence
appearing
& disappearing
throughout this
you are
here & there
that is
certainty i collude
with visions carefully
constructed conversation
about another
poem by nazim
hikmet he
still here
pounding his poem
to paul robeson
giant & giant
who would not
being what
you became
as teenager
that is
permitting power
to pass
though you
as if
nothing at all
to write home
about to father
who now cries
for his beloved
son whom
he expected
to come back
with sand
from beach
in gaza
& an amulet
to keep
as memory
you are living
at this hour
i see you
speaking so slowly
to another comrade
on deck
telling him
how
you wanted
to be
doctor
you were
bending down
to him
after he hit
you were hit
four times
israeli bullets
in yr head
one israeli bullet
in your heart
& you became
eternal comrade
with other
who fell
we all fell
we will
all fall
if we forget
you furkan dogan
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& now
furkan
they want
to prepare
us
for war
with iran
if that
is at all
possible
but it is
necessary
to be
blind
to what
happened
last week
furkan
they think we
remember nothing
remember nothing
remember nothing
but we remember
everything
& if that
is all
my art is
remembering
relentlessly remembering
who you are
who we were
last week
i remember
details
dread & dumb
terror
at what
they will do
to hold on
to lies
& lies
which make up
in this world
& that
reason for being
so they say
clash of civilisation
conquest or caliphate
whatever it is
that
they are saying
over & over
again & again
& demand
belief
when they
are words
injust in creation
& terrible
in intent
once i had
duty to horror
to live
within it
but today
elite enunciate
common catastrophes
venal
in way
to vanquish
is venerated
only by oracles
who have nothing
to whisper
always shouting
always
stuffing studies
from think tanks
that don't
think
into
silence
of your
breath breathing
furkan
you breath breathing
cutting contours
in this
silence so
i can see
i can
see
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you are
precious to people
who breathe
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it is
clear to me
you were going
to be
gallant man
old word
to use
in this
slaughterhouse
where they reward
sin so sordid
there is
little difference
between crime
& celebrity no
difference at all
so your act
untranslatable unless
you struggle
day to day
to breath
in this way
out that way
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furkan
i am
listening
to wires
being
pulled
straight from heart
because murderers
eat our sadness
so it is sung
by bodies
so broken
i believe
everything
they enunciate
they cannot
tell lies
except with ephemera
they transform
into magic
object of this
to say
to you
furkan dogan
that we
are all
wire & string
& power
cannot break that
thread of threnody
i assume
here & now
night in nantes
talking to you
knowing you
are there
& here
disappearing
& appearing
to me
clearly so clearly
as in all
songs ghosts
make melodies
we wrap
around ourselves
in time
of tragedy
& your murder
furkan dogan
is tragedy
the song
of the goat
tragoidia
we hear
through you
our song
of not
wanting
this world
gone wrong
gone
so
wrong
i love you
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& i love you
furkan dogon
in way
i used
to love
paul robeson
when i was
child he held
hand in heart
i remember
this black giant
who was
the first
man who taught
me courage
who taught
me tenderness
in force
he gave concert
to building workers
when he was
broken into bits
by those
who rule
from roll
of dollars
they broke
this beautiful
man down
man down
my whole heart
knew he was
more so
much more
so he held
humanity in his
hands so beautiful
voice that vanquished 26
all we became
when baritone
rang like bells
in empty city
it is empty
tonight this city
i would have
liked to walk
with you
taken café
& told you
histories of how
slaves built
this city
i am alone
thinking of you
furkan dogan
how many nights
you deserved
to walk
in this
& that
city to find
its heart
& you would
have i am
so sure
thinking of how
you bent down
to aid another
when you were
shot five times
by israeli bullets
how everything
becomes whole
when becoming
man you
would have become
all of that
you would have
synthesised so
they say
but bullet
put end
to that
& for that
they are
my enemy
steals sadness
placing power
above all
things & things
are what
we are
no more
no less
such wondrous things
we are
when wondering
such wondrous things
we are
when wondering
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this threnody
i cannot
stop such
a song
is what
we are
& we are
forever singing
breath by breath
brick by brick
we build resistance
from contours
of our bodies
wire & string
we are
beautiful beyond
words
furkan dogan
you are beautiful
beyond
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& this day
i witness
perhaps
in way
i didn't
want to
see such scenes
tho this threnody
thunders through
thuds of boots
as they went
to kill you
on the deck
you were
lying down
helping another
they went
about business
of killing
their profession
19 year old
turkish teenager
who wanted
to be
doctor healing
& these professionals
of violence
stained your shirt
with blood
staining themselves
to end
of days
they might
not think
that today
but i
certain of that
certain as copernicus
they will rot
from with
in & out
certain as copernicus
pourriture by profession
& i mean
that with
all my heart
such just children
demand our counsel
not five israeli
bullets in head
& heart
not five bullets
by goons
grinding their gods
on deck
of boat
in mediterranean
furkan dogan
you responsibility
means so much
to me
knowing power
takes & takes & takes
but never takes
responsibility
for their murders
at least
1 million dead
in iraq
how many murdered
in lebanon
burying bomblets
bought in boston
from those
who rule
from roll
of dollars
they take & take
& take
but never take
responsibility
1 million indonesians
3 million vietnamese
in holy hell
how many
in glorious
latin america
where voices sing
both past
future
since i
was boy
the same age
as furkan
ii wept PAGE 25
& wept
& wept
as a child
when they slaughtered
that songbird
victor jara
i did
not want
to believe
men were monster
though marx clear
that they are
when wanting power
over us
commodities
commodities who cry
deep into soil
deep into seas
where waves weep
witnessing
today
the
murder
of
furkan dogan
i cry & cry
& cry
because
i don't want
to believe
men are monsters
but they are
but they are
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when they came
for you
furkan they came
as if
imitating beasts
they had
seen somewhere
some screen
dividing difference
dread & death
determinant
for these
professionals of violence
in mimicking monsters
become them
watching them
frame by frame
i do
not know
measure of hatred
i feel
but in
a breath
i can
tell you
how much
i love
you furkan dogan
for being
just
above
all other
things you thought
on deck
i imagine
but do not
touch
skin on sea
you are
to me
as natural
as these
elements elaborated
only
by breath
between us
in this
hour of hours
in this
song of songs
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& yet again
they prepare
us for war
iran or anybody
who won't
stand down
to those
who rule
from roll
of dollars
whispering within walls
washington
wherever
it is
they gather
to grind
people down
ô people
down on deck
almost everywhere
poor pay price
& are
weighed down
with symbolic
disorder of this
world gone wrong
where waves weep
as if forever
weeping
over you
furkan dogan
there are many
amongst us
everywhere
who are being
blamed
for all
that is
falling
to kingdom come
falling to kingdom
come sit
with me
for moment
so i can
speak of this
world gone wrong
you
don't have
to be
nazim hikmet
to witness
terrible events
everywhere
here in nantes
teenagers like you
who will never
leave ghetto
to heal others
but will break
down break
down in port
augusta australia
aboriginal kids
furkan dogan
who are being
slaughtered softly
so
they will
never grow up
& on mexican
border
they shoot boys
14 year old
boys being
shot down
as if
it is
nothing
at all
i am not
being
polemic these events
touch me
terrible knowledge
possessed
& never
to be
forgotten
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i have
not wanted
to speak
of how
an israeli
bullet
tore head apart
furkan dogan
it is difficult
to write it
here & now
beautiful boy
broken & blessed
on deck
mavi marmara
you are still
here
& there
for that matter
we all know
furkan dogan
his journey
& murder
by israeli bullets
sometime sunday
morning murdering
you furkan dogan
in cold blood
as editorialist
enunciate
in remorseless editorials
because they have
never understood
blood of arabs
blood of persians
blood of turks
blood of iraqis
blood of afghanis
that blood
can cover
oceans
& it does not
mean anything
as victor jara
would say
blood equals medals
murder an act
of heroism
& i understand
it was after
call to prayer
mavi marmara
other men not
to know
they would
not see
dawn breaking
across waves
weeping for furkan
waves weeping
for furkan
& others
who live
until order
given
to bleed people
to death
on deck
mavi marmara
firing from
helicopters
leaving holes
in people
in people's
lives
every bit
as valuable
as you
& i
being blown apart
on boat
sunday may 30
2010
it is
possible
it is still
possible
for israel
to get away
with murder
& it is
not polemic
to remember
sharpeville or soweto
it is not
polemic
to remember
the cries
of the people
of santiago
or sarejevo
it is
a long line
of murder
that keeps on
getting longer
seconds after seconds
someone is being
torn apart
for foreign policy
of well heeled
gentlemen wandering
corridors of power
mostly in washington
mostly
that is where
murders planned
& if it is
too crude
to say that
then
i do not
apologise
because murder
of 19 year old
turk
furkan dogan
is crude
the murder
of men
who
it is clear
to any soul
sought justice
& perhaps adventure
in middle age
but they
now dead
their families forgotten
but today
friday in turkey
there are tears
that will
never be
reconciled
never be
forgotten
in the way
the west forgets
it's bloodiest crimes
made into movies
to make
what little
we have
become
even smaller
a bloody rag
with which
to wipe
these eyes
these burning eyes
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these eyes burning
soul a desert
this day
valleys
before & after
history's impassable
mirror not memory
not in
any sense
alive
to this
murder of furkan
israeli bullet
bought in bazar
worked out
in washington
where night
is at
point to finish
bedouin understand
that
clear enough
obscure colour
of their tears
obscure colour
of my tears
rocks in river
euphrates or tigris
barques carrying weight
of souls sent
to wherever
souls go
when phosphorous burns
skin to bone
skin to bone
we have become
here in west
abyss looking back
to beginning
of whenever
that was
song of songs
so they say
supplice of sorrow
waking within
silence
to see
projection on wall
some scratches
carved in collapse
when night
is at
finish point
of this
to tell
presence flourishes
when waves weep
leaves grow
on stones
we carry
in pocket
with these
tears i have
carried for days
now whenever
that is
know these
tears never
betray boulder building
within what
you might
call this body
broken & blessed
book by bed
poems of muhammed
ibn ammar al andulusi
perhaps a pray
or another
stone to carry
into waters
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perhaps a prayer
or another
stone
carried to ceremony
where we weep
over what
has been done
over what
still to be
done
deals done
as in
robert johnson
song of songs
howling in head
this hour
that minute
hollowing history
out & in
this threnody
to you
furkan dogan
whom ever
you are here
that much certain
in such seconds
as i breathe
in & out
remembering you
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another time
others
patrick ('paddy') doherty (31)
gerald donaghy (17)
john ('jackie') duddy (17)
hugh gilmour (17)
michael kelly (17)
michael mcdaid (20)
kevin mcelhinney (17)
bernard ('barney') mcguigan (41)
gerald mckinney (35)
william ('willie') mckinney (26)
william nash (19)
james ('jim') wray (22)
john young (17)
john johnston (59)
another sunday
sunday bloody sunday
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finding it
difficult to define
crude cartography
i install
in text
to tell
what
ought to be
evident
isn't
word wrenched
from form
i shall name
furnace
in its way
exact
ungaretti understood
problem of pursuing
heart through horizon
bent by belief
in possible
worlds wrenched
from axis
so it is
said
to me
here & there
a conductor
on bus
barked this
today in town
nantes if that
important it isn't
just another
city collapsing
in its
simulacra of scenes
edicts & treaties
blood & bone
essentially that
yes
essentially that
i walk
boulevards built
by slaves
triangle
it was
some centuries
pass into present
as always
as always
no escaping
history here
or there
for that
matter death
young turk
furkan dogan
still scene
witnessed
in one
way or another
way i watch
waves weep
this summer
cold
as hell
CB JUIN 2010
cold as hell
comments created
by bhl
a name
here or there
normally of no
consequence
at all
but he barked
a moral army
carried out crimes
against furkan dogan
& 8 others
a moral army
so
depraved
it destroyed
in minutes
myths or morality
constructed
from other
crimes
performed
in western
theatre of operations
where
90% of man's
crimes conceived
enacted
& forgotten
by bhl
who would
prefer palestinian
as principal actors
deir yassin
for example forgotten
i want
to be
brutal
here & now
crimes committed
vilnius riga lyon
re enacted in ramallah
& brutal
as those
words are
they are
in essence
truth told
by the survivors
of all
that has
been done
that will be
done
cb juilliet 2010
i am trying
too hard
to forget
whomever
i am
& i am
not capable
of forgetting
forgetting
furkan dogan
because he is
forever here
beside me
this night
that day
when i bend
over in
pain
that will
never
go away
now my heritage
marked by memories
including night
on mediterranean
when fools flew
murdering men
turkish men
eight turkish men
& butchered
this man
to be
this young doctor
to be
this studious son
who wanted
to be
better man
whole
holy perhaps
but that
private concern
as it
is in
most mostly
you were being
better at being
in way sadly
only buber understood
& said
but no
one is listening
i am sure
of that
you were
listener
you listened
to almost all
so you
heard killers
fall on deck
pull out
guns made
outside
tel aviv
who came
towards you
from the front
& back
& murdered you
an autopsy
could not
have been
clearer who heard
what you did
that night
early morning
five bullets
that hit
multitudes
you are
being
furkan dogan
there are nights
furkan
when
broken bones
least of problems
there is
hurt so harrowing
& it is
suffering
of others
not of
self gone
somewhere down south
you are
becoming
better at being
& in this
i can identify
with 19 year
old boy
becoming better
at being
becoming
as buber
might have mentioned
to benjamin
who was
cleaning glasses
with shirttails
mentioning messiahs
perhaps
but knowing
only people
people
decisive factor
as we
leninists
used to say
maybe in melbourne
before throwing
ourselves into
police lines
that defined
what
that country was
to me
only people
people
property
never pursued
anything more
solid
than these
tears of steel
cb juilliet 2010
when words
spaces
between breath
this day
& any other
in languages
dead & living
for those
of us
dead & living
who wrench
witnessing
from words
in texts
such as this
or any other
written 1970 50
2010
they are built
to be
constructions
holding breath
together
when
body gives
up
& down
ô yes
down here
dread dances
dreaming of you
furkan dogan
way world gone
wrong
so they sing
old blues ballade
that is
repeated
again & again
while waves weep
space
between history
there is
hole
& we all
keep falling
down ô we
are going
down ô we
are going
down
cb juilliet 2010
this breath
built
in this
heat
welding words
to thought
falling to kingdom
come
to this
& that
holding hegel
to account
for states
rotting from within
that cannot be
worshipped
except in wreaking
havoc in hell
late capitalism
becomes it(self)
in way
lin piao learnt
yearning in yenan
to change
all this
& that
which came before
page i'm reading
tran duc thao
phénomenologie
et matérialisme dialectique
pp 302 - 303
knowing furkan dogan
another warrior
whose words wrought
in practice
humans hold
wire & string
they are little
more
than that
in most
circumstances clear
even tonight
chaud nuit nantais
juilliet 7
to be
exact
& we are
so much
less than exact
when
falling to kingdom
come to this
furkan i mention
lin & tran
not to note
but to burn
into whomever
i've become
lineaments of line
followed forever
cb juilliet 10
& reminded
of her
this night
alison from adelaide
angel
of materialist
kind & tough
in way
work entered
through skin
& sought
absolutes
that were not
to be
in this
world
or any other
for that
matter may be
more than this
though
i uncertain
subject or object
almost inexistant
skin & bone
some breaths
you wouldn't
recognise repetitions
researched this
way that
way
i work
here & now
whenever it is
thinking also
of her
alison from adelaide
beat beauty
from this furnace
you might call
man
but we all
know better
than that
muscle i use
to turn page
after page
never finding you
who went
within wind
so they say
& i believe
them after
all all 54
& that our poverty
& perhaps fortune
who
can tell
through this threnody
i am talking
to furkan
of others
lost
to others
whoever they are
they are
not
alison from adelaide
who beat beauty
from this furnace
i am so
much less
than that
enough to enunciate
words she whispered
adelaide 1984
whenever that was
it was
another time
whenever
hegel helped out
with spirits
& other misfortunes
i slept
out on streets
you wouldn't
know
half of it
& that
too much
gathering grief
here for history
doesn't matter
when
it's all
fallen to kingdom
come to me
she said
softly as serpent
i bit through
to get
to her
whomever she was
alison from adelaide
demanding demolition
teams to take
all this
blow it up
so she said
strong so strong
sorrow sewn
from steel
still steel
i am
that & this
even under
circumstances
where body
barely there
or here
for that
matter maybe
that is why
i still
study
hegel
helping out
when
hell
too much
to take
in this
world gone wrong
furkan dogan
i mention
this so
you know
battle i've been
in this
life & any
other offered
since storm
when waves wept
witnessing
way we were
in our times
lost to rain
passing through us
cb juilliet 2010
watch way
wheels work
& you will
understand
how i am
cb juilliet 2010
watch waves weep
from where
you are
to this
point
not so
far perhaps
getting further
far
further
than you
thought
possible
better man
& socialism
or barbarism
this still
so still
centre
of this
& that
what we
name work
here in hell
bodies broken
bit by bit
in experience
i'll call
praxis
for that
is what
it is
even under
these circumstances
described in detail
18th brumaire
it remains
holy book
for me furkan
perhaps you
have another
perhaps something precise
& i'll tell
you
as falling man
abstractions don't arrive
easily
clarity comes
a little
too quickly
for this man
this broken man
to trust
so scheherazade
is more meaningful
to me
than you
might imagine
here & now
after israeli bullets
shattered shape
on deck
furkan dogan
& another
& another
nine men dead
boat to gaza
those implacable
facts feeding
resistance
in this hour
9 h juillet 2010
cb juillet 2010
alison from adelaide 59
you
emerge
in this threnody
beautiful as bell
in empty city
somewhere down south
from where ever
we were
welded
it is
said by sculptor
sewing skin back
again & again
debating with doctors
whether hole
in heart
will lead
me back
to whomever
we were
before war began
cb juillet 2010
turning away
tools taught
day in night
out here
entering emergencies
on hour
every hour
burning bridges
building barracks borders
passed all
frontiers
to this
& that
site stolen
sixteen adelaide street
fighting police
bare handed
as any
of sharman senior's
troupe i taught
how states
go down
to wherever
they go
down
on street
acquainting faces
with pavement
i would have
said back then
hole in hell
on that side
of earth
unfixed
as in
upanishad
some other
sacred text
friederich engels
on origin
of family
private property
& state
& revolution
lenin certainly
cover to cover
trying to tell
words between words
breath within breath
in such cities
cartography coveted
for escape
routes to anywhere
hell on earth
preferable to putrefaction
planned in degrees
given by gods
who knew
nothing nothing
at all
apparent
at this hour
when guided
by ghosts
through
an archeology
where
i'd prefer
to use spade
searching
for these
sentences 61
cb juillet 2010
working way
through threnody
enveloping waters
going to ocean
& not coming
back to boat
where
five israeli bullets
tore you
apart from us
who needed you
furkan dogan
so many
need you
now
as war being
prepared for war
whatever words
they want
to use
empire prepares
for war
continually contingent
only on
appetite for accumulation
something marx sd
in theory
of surplus value
& now
surplus lives
taken here
& there
from drones
down
into villages
families forgotten
forever
some sophomore
targeting
this & that
who are human
all too human
this & that
human too human
perhaps in pakistan
but it is
acknowledged afghanistan
countries circumnavigated
with carnage
& carnal addresses
in washington
where monsters
think tanks
any armaments
that can take
life away
from all that
this night
end
of juiliet 2010
in iran
certainly
anywhere
else empire
offers to change
worlds destroyer
of worlds
& you
within it
watching waves weeping
cb juillet 2010
as we walk
into waters
knowing
we will
never come back
sewing
skin to flag
held as high
as comrades
in commune
fist flew
into airless cities
where we
wounded
& blessed
bargain for breath
taking tyrants
who with
each descent
reveal
bottom of bottom
where
we are
this moment
& that
where
they desire
to take
us down
further
than you
thought possible
when
you marched
some street sydney
ho ho ho chi minh
dare to struggle
dare to win
i am reminded
of this
this hour
when worlds wreak
havoc with heart
as history fall
back into barbarism
that us
not breath
not breath
not breath
cb juillet 2010
all love
songs borne
in asia minor
wash over
me this
day that
night always night
on deck
mornings never come
for furkan dogan
he has
become beginning
of another
night
we enter
cb juillet 2010
waves weeping words
such as these
threnody
torn from tears
watching whether
heart pumps
in way
that it must
so they say
in journals
clinical & otherwise
walking away
from all
this & that
whatever
it is
it is
so much
more so
much more
than that
or this
heart pumping
so sadly
you imagine
whole worlds
wavering
on axis
able as abel
with his brother
burning decks
to light skies
on nights
as dark
as these
cb juillet 2010
holding historical materialism
as means
to see though
mess world
became after attacks
on ports
hanoi haiphong
not yet
sixteen
i wanted
to take
tyrants
down
by any means
necessary malcom sd 66
& i believed him
his hate
purer than love
being offered
as order
under capital
i have held
in contempt
since cradle
& that was
too late
it seems
silhouettes & shadows
conspiracies & collapse
phoenix programme
school of americas
salvador option
whatever these words
fuck people &
fuck them forever
collateral damage
actionable intelligence
bloody bloody words
such as these
scribbled by stenographer
who serve
those who rule
from roll
of dollars
crude as that
yes it is
crude as that
cb juillet 2010
mother
land left
long ago
so long
ago another
time another
time burden
revelation running
through it
to this
moment here
& now
whenever
that is
it is
holding me
back from barking
wailing at winds
or howling
as bears do
when crying
cb juillet 2010 68
exile enunciated
each step stolen
so they say
in institutions
of higher learning
where
grande culture
disappeared
long time
ago another
time another
moment grande
culture found
in streets
& on deck
of mavi marmara
dead
five israeli bullets
head & heart
cb juillet 2010
& i wonder
as children do
how deep
is the deep
& i know
now
there is
no measure
of how far
we can go
down
we are
forever
going down
90,000 files
revealing
firestorms
our lives
became dark ride
when
cheney circled
again & again
on little
scraps of paper
picked up
by obedient barkers
wolfowitz bolton feith
yoo liddy addington
who
crawled from cave
by ass
& knuckles
beaten against chest
when word went
through them
to torture
us in eternity
i am afraid
us in eternity
conceiving only crimes
to create
consciousness
at 16
wearing ring 69
made from fuselage
of b 52 bomber
given as gift
from tender comrade
from hanoi
how i miss
that form
of clarity
how i miss
that form
not given
much to messiahs
but i am
beginning
to understand
benjamin & bloch
how far
down
we've gone
very far down
where epiphanies extinguished
deep
full fathom five
& we are
not coming
up
cb juillet 2010
& i wonder
too
how deeply
we can love
the other
the people
the masses
(the crowd
the mob
as journalists
want to
call them)
i have loved
& been loved
by them
all
my miserable years
& it is
their heart
that keeps me
going
going
cb juillet 2010
down here deep
in waters
you weep
in way
seas wash
through you
furkan dogan
to this
point
somewhere
south of wherever
we are
we are
oceans of others
always
& that
implacable fact
haunts elites
this night
that day
wherever they work
against us
& those who think
that fiction
have not felt
boot at throat
as i have
as most
have
here & there
wherever you want
to place pin
on map
suffering has signatories
who work
from new
york & washington
these not
fabled cities
but centres
of terror
centres
of terror
aimed
at all
cb juillet 2010
just like night
haunted by histories
that are present
here & now
as skin
i carry
all way
to waters
that are enveloping
enunciations uttered
breath by breath
built
as village huts
once were
home/land
i have
never had
piece of earth
peut -être
that particularity
helps me
perceive palestinians
brothers & sisters
under skin
whose history hidden
as all
histories hidden
as far
as people concerned
& if this
too drab
& dirge like
then i must
say to you
in this
intimacy
that
at times
i cannot bear
to hear words
whose business
either theft
or deception
& if that
too simple
then i shall
be simpler
still
still
as soldier
under fire
still
i cannot contemplate
fictions
that do
not take
into account
the truth
whatever
it is
it is
in song
of slave
sung from pit
tragoidia
our first truth
envied
from first
elites envied
that
which
they
incapable then
& at this
hour this
hour of hours
cb juillet 2010
standing inside rains
looking out
to wherever
you are
you are
friend furkan dogan
aching to break
down & dismantle
lies that lead
us into war
against ourselves
cb juillet 2010
stones carried
to our dreams
& other
wounds
remembered
as we walk
past
bedouin tents
where we want
to be
above all
hollowing hatred
into something
other
than threat
that throws
us against
wall always
against wall
so it is
said in scripture
everywhere in ecclesiastes
book of ezekiel
certainly carved
by claws
you can see
that
the way
themes thundered
as if falling
falling forever
as we are
doing this day
every night
paler than time
itself selfless
so they say
somewhere down south
where
dread discovered
in eating fruit
from tree
cb juillet 2010
& wherever
we wear
these rags
furkan
we will be
so many streams
spelling out
other
names
& we shall
go to edge
especially to edge
grasping grids
on these
old roads
to take us
to another
no neglect
then
comrade
when we sail
sail
in these seas
cb juillet 2010
before you
furkan
we had
become blind
sailors seeking seas
as stones do
swallowing sand
sometime at sunset
reading cards
laid out
before you
furkan
we believed
too many
shelters on shore
& there
was only water
awkwardly
we build
bridges instead
in stead
of that
lies
only
defeat
cb juillet 2010
running
into song
stuttered
at this hour
here in heat
far from you
yet closer
than is imagined
i saw
how
water went
& you came back
people are libraries
comrade
& i understood
that at beginning
but it is
carved into
this skin
as i
flow through fluid
& as fluid
flows through
this broken body
blessed but broken
cb juillet 2010
sorrow sought
us out
or in
this or that
morning & night
we will
always go
to wire
that cosmology
i can comprehend
in this
hour of hours
song of songsЄÛ
cb juillet 2010
this leitmotif
lost in love
of others
cb août 2010
love lost
always amongst comrades
working wires
as it
must be
wearing away
in winds
washing
all over
us getting larger
hour by hour
globe going
round & round
so the say
copernicus cried
out to others
bruno & vico
maybe muscle
behind
way we see
what we
have to see
through white
of waves
washing over decks
we are
constructing in
dark so dark
these days
& nights
i dream
often
of
fallujah
tal afar
haditha
tikrit
baghdad
every night
i dream
of
kandahar
& these
nights now
i dream
of towns
& cities
in iran
i dream so
often
just so
falling from fallujah
just so
at least
one million dead
in iraq
families & families
on fire
blown apart
rained on
heavy artillery
bombing after bombing
what kind
of world
is this
i wander
& wonder
in sleep
barely breathing
day & night
barely breathing
wanting word
to come
to world
to come
to word
washing over decks
washing over
us
cb août 2010
turning
as always
to tides
how they came
for him
furkan dogan
that morning
not so
long ago
he is
still at centre
of this threnody
i tear
away at i
whoever
i am
it is insignificant
to this
exercise of elaborating
how israeli commandos
killed 9 people
on boat
that cannot be
forgotten
mavi marmara
mourned this
moment
2 in morning
french coastal city
built by slaves
in terrible triangle
boats & boats
bringing bodies
to build
future
that is turning
out to be
as terrible
in its way
the people
the mob
the crowd
the commune
they are there
in greece tonight
they are turning
towards another
they are turning
to seas surrounding
to waves
waking
people up
rising
they are
rising
i believe
that to be
so
just so
just
cb août 2010
gathering with ghosts
in this
hour of hours
song of songs
lost at sea
going down
full fathom five
further than you
thought
possible permutations
infinite
in this
permanent
war waged
day & night
on hour
every hour
holes
being blown
open
breaking bodies
until
they are
nothing
skin
blood
boon
paper
wire
words
strung out
somewhere in washington
post some
scribbler scratches
odes & sestinas
to wars
being
waged by whores
who wash
countries
of communities
until
there's land
to be
dealt out
some card game
where winners win
& people
lose
lose
& loose
almost everything
except breath
breath that
brings back
bibliotheques
we are
words welded
together
history hollow
hole being hollowed
out on ocean
we are weeping
always weeping
before tyrants bend
us into
borders & frontiers
that are forever
falling from maps
so
cartographers cry
when
turn to stone
as we do
in dreams
& newsprint
nursed from nightmares
we are in
this day
that night
schools we stay
forever
locked to desk
watching worlds
chalked on board
as if
there was nothing
more
to be
done deal
deal gone down
done deal
we dead
for long
time
for so
long time
long time
having to hold
flags for forgetting
whomever we were
some street sydney
seventies seeking solace
in other
arms & legs
wire & string
paper & rock
whatever
we are
we are
hegel's little hole
harrowing & horrific
if truth be
told to all
some time
or other
before we become
relics & ruins
for travellers
to take
to jerusalem
in pockets
with pieces
of paper
treaties & instructions
rule of law
cretins cackle
at cambridge
or some other
university until
faust comes
to take
over oracles
we have become
less than this
yes less
than this
cb août 2010
praising poison
as promise
dressed up
in rags
& flags
cb août 2010
tears telling
when time
turns against
you turning
cb août 2010
history holds hands
after all
this time
so they say
& i believe
them
in this
threnody
i thread
this tattered coat
yeats yearned
somewhere at sea
sailing for byzantium
cb août 2010
surrendering in shelter
while waves wept
making way
to endless river
where
we once worked
mines there
so it is
said somewhere
in scripture
job certainly
where sister
you love
cannot be seen
again
families forgotten
through force
driving through
all fuses
connected to corps
you called
your own
once
before boat
arrived with ampules
syringes & powders
confessions & cries
made that
you cannot
recognise
except in
dead languages
that aren't
dead or alive
thin line
in sickness's song
somewhere in storm
identifying i
easier
than it looks
walking to corner
comrades holding cord
for me
to wrap around
these soldiers
an aristocrat annihilated
nothing new
in this
except fact
it is
happening in history
over & over
again & again
i always
knew hegel
would hold out
to end
what he knew
i remembered
every word
detailed here
& there
in script
you will
never read
except
in instalments
as old bolskevik
knowing bukharin barked
to save me
from you
i am
always in
his debt
when waves weep
words watch
cb août 10
but i breathe
better
as empire's
vanquished armies
commence their retreat
from iraq
resonant
of retreating
german armies
from the east
except today
enemies
invisible & invincible
cb août 2010
when i write
night
i remember
chawki abdelamir
when i write
sleep
i remember
taha muhammad ali
when i write
poem
i remember
faddhil al-azzawi
when i write
tenderness
i remember
abdewahab al-bayyati
when i write
light
i remember
mahmoud al-brikan
when i write
love
i remember
jean dammou
when i write
goodbye
i remember
jalil haidar
when i write
route
i remember especially
buland al-haidari
when i write
desire
i remember
especially
jabra ibrahim jabra
when i write
exile
i remember
especially
abdul kader el janabi
when i write
absence
i remember
especially
sami mahdi
when i write
sadness
i remember
especially
nazik al-malaîka
when i write
waves
i remember
dunya mikhaîl
when i write
morning
i remember
especially
hussaine murdane
when i write
broken
i remember
especially
salah niazi
when i write
this poem
i remember
especially
mouayed al-rawi
when i write
these words
for wolves
i remember
especially
sadik al-sayigh
when i write
this threnody
i remember
especially
abd al rahman touhmazi
when i follow
breath
i am breathing
i remember
especially
nabeel yassin
when i write
this threnody
i am
remembering
sa'di youssef
each poet
an army
cb août 2010