Ataol Behramoğlu Quotes

They were eyes, that while gazing on the world Rendered it brilliant with meaning They were eyes, that embraced me with glances They were eyes, for which I now hopelessly long

I've learned some things from having lived: If you're alive, experience one thing with all your power Your beloved should be worn out from being kissed And you should drop exhausted from the smelling of a flower

Is the truth of tablecloths to be spread? How awful always to take refuge in known words A person should let himself go.

I've learned some things from having lived: If you're alive, experience largely, merge with rivers, heavens, cosmos For what we call living is a gift given to life And life is a gift bestowed upon us

The poet should be responsible to the poem.

In the most affirming places of their love Suddenly they grew tired, out of breath Little by little they felt the death Of some places left in darkness

I do not remember any other term when the force that had captured the political power in this country had become so vulgar as it is today, so corrupt, and so hypocritical; when the legal system had been so downtrodden, deteriorated, collapsed and turned into a means of cruelty.

Creativity is a hidden gem. Education is needed to uncover it.

Distant lands should draw you, people you don't know To read every book, know other's lives, you should be burning You shouldn't exchange for anything the pleasure of a glass of water No matter how much the joy, your life should be filled with yearning

A poem is a living organism.

A person can gaze at the sky for hours Can gaze for hours at a bird, a child, the sea To live on the earth is to become part of it To strike down roots that won't pull free

"I've Learned Some Things" ["Yaşadıklarımdan Öğrendiğim Bir Şey Var"] (1977)

I'd make me into a brand new sailor if I were God Maybe there were new things over there It comes from within me to write as though rabid, I'm hungry, do you understand Let the doctors call it what they will Who can know anything best of all What does it mean to know anything best Which religion doesn't grow old

Writing poems is perhaps the loveliest deception Later they'll make a picture or something, then go and drink wine

Gulls into the water, women proudly into the bazaars I was going to write a poem, I was stifling, fed up with old things Eat, my mother says, but they're all things I've grown accustomed to, in the end.
Like Camus and — I don’t know — people like that, I'm cracking up Everything will begin when it untangles itself from your hair