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Agnes Martin, This Rain 1958

everyone say bye bye summer

#well that was alright i suppose #this RAIN

Necip Fazıl Kısakürek was born on May 26, 1904 in Istanbul. In 1924, he went to Paris, France and studied philosophy for about two years. Upon his return to his homeland, he continued the bohemian lifestyle that he had taken up in Paris. He spent short periods in various governmental jobs but never had a consistent professional career. After 1923, Necip Fazıl Kısakürek earned himself a place in the literary world through the articles and poems that appeared in various publications and newspapers. His first volume of poetry was published in 1925, and many poems and plays followed. But his first novel appeared in 1970, after a long period of silence. Kısakürek is best known for the poems that he wrote during the first years of the Republic; rendered in syllabic meter, these are aesthetically minded, profoundly metaphysical and psychological pieces. In addition to poetry, for some time Necip Fazıl Kısakürek was actively involved with drama as well. Sensations such as fear, terror, disgust, mistrust, suspicion, isolation, which appeared as abstract concepts in his poetry, have been carried to the stage through various dramatic techniques and striking dialogues. His dramatic characters are often guilt ridden, and they experience heavy pangs of conscience. His plays often forced the limits of the mind, and took up themes such as the relationship between destiny and will, the relationship between mind, feeling and intuition, and the conflict of the tangible versus the abstract. Necip Fazıl Kısakürek died in Istanbul on May 25, 1983.

THIS RAIN

This rain…this rain…thinner than hair

This rain is softer than a kiss.

This rain…this rain…one day when it stops

Mirrors will not recognize my fear.

This rain is a rope that strangles my blood,

A knife that lies in my heart without pain.

This rain is a rock on the ground and a bone in me

It will keep on drizzling

This rain…this rain…more than insanity;

More than the dark that can’t be driven away

The wedding the demons hold in my mind