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Thirty-Three Bullets - AHMET ARIF

04.05.07 (7:11 am)   [edit]

Thirty-Three Bullets - AHMET ARIF

This is the Mengene mountain
   When dawn creeps up at the lake Van
   This is the child of Nimrod
   When dawn creeps up against the Nimrod
   One side of you is avalanches, the Caucasian sky
   The other side a rug, Persia
   At mountain tops glaciers, in bunches
   Fugitive pigeons at water-pools
   And herds of deer
   And partridge flocks...

   Their courage cannot be denied
   In one-to-one fights they are unbeaten
   These thousand years, the servants of this area
   Come, how shall we give the news?
   This is not a flock of cranes
   Nor a constellation in the sky
   But a heart with thirty-three bullets
   Thirty-three rivers of blood
   Not flowing
   All calmed to a lake on this mountain



   II.

   A rabbit came up from the foot of the hill
   Its back is motley
   Its belly milk-white
   A mountain rabbit, pregnant, lost up here
   Its heart heaved to its mouth, poor thing
   It can draw repentance from man.
   The hour was solitary, a solitary time
   It was faultless, naked dawn

   One of the thirty-three looked
   In his body the heavy void of hunger
   Hair and beard all tangled
   Lice on his collar
   He looked, and his arms were wounded
   This lad with hellion heart
   Looked once at the rabbit
   Then looked behind
   His delicate carbine came to his mind
   Sulking under his pillow
   Then came the young mare he brought from the plain of Harran
   Her mane blue-beaded
   A blaze on her forehead
   Three fetlocks white
   Her cantering easy and generous
   His chesnut mare
   How they had flown in front of Hozat!

   If he were not now
   Helpless and tied like this
   The cold barrel of a gun behind him
   He could have hidden on these heights
   These mountains, the friendly mountains, know your worth
   Thank God, my hands will not put me to shame
   These hands that can flick off with the first shot
   The burning tobacco ash
   Or the tongue of the viper
   Sparkling in the sun
   These eyes were not duped even once
   By the ravines waiting for avalanches
   By the soft, snowy betrayal of cliffs
   These knowing eyes
   No use
   He was going to be shot
   The order was final
   Now the blind reptiles will devour his eyes
   The vultures his heart.

   III.

   In a solitary corner of the mountains
   At the hour of morning prayer
   I lie
   stretched
   Long, bloody...

   I have been shot
   My dreams are darker than night
   No one can find a good omen in them
   My life gone before its time
   I cannot put it into words
   A pasha sends a codded message
   And I am shot, without inquest, without judgment

   Kinsman, write my story as it is
   Or they might think it a fable
   These are not rosy nipples
   But a dumdum bullet
   Shattered in my mouth...

   IV.

   They applied the decree of death
   They stained
   The half-awakened wind of dawn
   And the blue mist of the Nimrod
   In blood
   They stacked their guns there
   Searched us
   Feeling our corpses
   They took away
   My red sash of Kermanshah weave
   My prayer beads and tobacco pouch
   And left
   Those were all gifts to me from friends
   All from the Persian lands

   We are guardians, relatives, tied by blood
   We exchange with families
   Across the river
   Our daughters, these many centuries
   we are neighbours
   Shoulder to shoulder
   Our chickens mingle together
   Not out of ignorance
   But poverty
   We never got used to passports

   This is the guilt that kills us
   We end up
   Being called
   Bandits
   Killers
   Traitors...

   Kinsman, write my story as it is
   Or they might think it a fable
   These are not rosy nipples
   But a dumdum bullet
   Shattered in my mouth

   V.

   Shoot, bastards
   Shoot me
   I do not die easyly
   I am live under the ashes
   I have words buried in my belly
   For those who understand
   My father gave his eyes on the Urfa front
   And gave his three brothers
   Three young cypresses
   Three chunks of mountain without their share of life
   And when friends, guardians, kin
   Met the French bullets
   Out of towers, hills, minarets
  
   My young uncle Nazif
   His moustache still new
   Handsome
   Light
   Good horseman
   Shoot, brothers, he said
   Shoot
   This is the day of honour
   And reared his horse...

   Kindsman, write my story as it is
   Or they might think it a fable
   These are not rosy nipples
   But a dumdum bullet
   Shattered in my mouth...


    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;   &nbs p;  AHMET ARIF

    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;  Translated by  Murat Nemet-Nejat (1982)

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posted by: Zeratulss (reply)
post date: 11.13.07 (12:58 am)

24% of Americans believe that the Internet is able for a time to replace them with a loved one. For obvious reasons, such sentiments particularly prevalent among residents of the United States alone. Both men and women can replace the beloved, beloved trips to the World Network. However, the willingness to such transactions vary among followers of different ideologies: conservatives frowned relate to this idea, and the "progressive-minded" on the contrary, Nerkarat it.

Study company Zogby International also showed that every fourth resident of the United States have their own representation in the web-site or internet-stranichka. Creating internet-dvoynikov most passionate about young people (18-24 years of age) - 78% of them have personal Web page. In doing so, 68% of those surveyed said that the World Wide Web, they do not appear in its original capacity, their virtual overnight seriously different from the real.

Only 11% of Americans would agree implantable microchip in his brain, which would provide them with direct contact with the Internet. But the situation is changing, in the case of children. Almost every fifth resident of the United States would agree to equip their child safety device which would allow him to track the movement in space on the Internet.

10% of U.S. stated that the Internet brings them to God. " In turn, 6% are convinced that because of the existence of the World Wide Web God away from them.

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post date: 11.16.07 (2:53 am)

Two new studies show why some people are more attractive for members of the opposite sex than others.

The University of Florida, Florida State University found that physically attractive people almost instantly attract the attention of the interlocutor, sobesednitsy with them, literally, it is difficult to make eye. This conclusion was reached by a series of psychological experiments, which were determined by the people who believe in sending the first seconds after the acquaintance. Here, a curious feature: single, unmarried experimental preferred to look at the guys, beauty opposite sex, and family, people most often by representatives of their sex.

The authors believe that this feature developed a behavior as a result of the evolution: a man trying to find a decent pair to acquire offspring. If this is resolved, he wondered potential rivals. Detailed information about this magazine will be published Journal of Personality and Social Psychology.

In turn, a joint study of the Rockefeller University, Rockefeller University and Duke University, Duke University in North Carolina revealed that women are perceived differently by men smell. During experiments studied the perception of women one of the ingredients of male pheromone-androstenona smell, which is contained in urine or sweat.

The results were startling: women are part of this repugnant odor, and the other part is very attractive, resembling the smell of vanilla, and the third group have not felt any smell. The authors argue that the reason is that the differences in the receptor responsible for the olfactory system, from different people are different.

It has long been proven that mammals (including human) odor is one way of attracting the attention of representatives of the opposite sex. A detailed article about the journal Nature will publish.


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