hayattan bayat hikayeler

[ormanevi]

Merhaba.

Geçenlerde 18. Dünya Organik Kongresi gerçekleşti. Yeşil Gazete’de bununla ilgili fazlaca bilgi var, merak eden araştırabilir, hatta araştırsın zira duyduğuma göre kongre çok güzel geçmiş. Duyduğuma göre diyorum çünkü gidemedim. Birilerinin Ormanevi’nde kalıp çobanlığı devralması...

[goncaminecelik]

Durukan’a doğumgünü hediyem. Buna gülebilmek için Durukan’ın köpeklere “haydi koyuna” diye bağırışını bir görmek gerek :)

[yudheyn]

"Kirdan Bayirdan" -1 - Gunesin Aydemir ve Durukan Dudu. Ormanevi Radyosu -18042014

Gunesin Aydemir ve Durukan Dudu'nun Ormanevi Radyosu'nda baslayan "Kirdan Bayirdan" program kaydi. 1. Program, 18.03.2014 Kirdan Bayirdan her sali 20:00'de, ormanevi.caster.fm 'de. (Bu ilk yayinda ses kalitesi ozellikle baslarda kötü, sonra biraz toparliyor. Bundan sonrakiler çok daha sahane olacak insŸallah)

[yudheyn]

She stormed inside. A quite concerned face she had, excited but concerned. "I guess I felt in love" she said, after a sharp brake. "But I have no way to see if she loves me back." "Is she far away then?" I asked. She nodded, concerns getting bigger in her face, while the excitement upping up. "You can't ask, that would make you the chaser and her thus the runner." said I, while lighting my cigarette. Could see her messed-uply-in-love face getting slow nods to my words. "You be brave or smart. You can't be both. You will chose. That may one day bring you to the point where you then can be brave and smart." I kept up with, after a deep breath from my eastern-grown tobacco. "'Till then, you will do nothing much but thinking of her. And when you get friend with the fact that she doesn't love you back..."

She left the room, didn't want to hear the rest. I took another gray smoke and thought of her, of that dude who have taught me all this shit. Once upon a time.

[yudheyn]

Kırsala dönmek isteyenlere çağrımızdır

Kelimelerin yetmediği, ilk defa yaşadığımız koaman duyguların karşısında ufacık kaldığı günler bunlar.

(Bu çağrının, şu şarkı eşliğinde okunması tavsiye edilir: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5DyCIdYfpA)

Sanki ilk defa aşık olmuşuz gibi; kalbimiz etrafını çevreleyen çelikten kelepçeyi kırmış, deli dolu atıyor.

Belki ilk defa yaşadığımızın ayırdına varıyoruz.

Kendimize, yanımızdakine, aynı şehri, aynı köyü, aynı dünyayı paylaştığımız insanlara güvenimizi yeniden ve bir daha hiç kaybetmemeye yeminler ederek (ve ettiğimiz tek yeminin bu yemin olacağına ettiğimiz yeminler eşliğinde) kazandık.

Dil, bildiğimizi anlatabilir sadece. Ve biz, bugüne dek bilmediğimiz şeyler yaşıyoruz; duvarlardaki gelmiş geçmiş en güzel mizahlara da, sokakta ve parklarda ve meydanlarda göz göze geldiklerimizde gördüğümüz nura da, mutluluktan ağlamayı sil baştan öğrenen ruhlarımıza da sığamamız bundandır.

Güneşli bir sabaha, bir gitar ve ona eşlik eden blues'la hep beraber uyanan ekoköy ahalisi gibiyiz. Hakikatin o en derin ve çocuksu iliği, hepimizin gözünde, ruhunda ve hatta bedeninde, asla silinmemeyesice atmış düğümünü.

O düğüm ki bize yaşadığımızı ve yaşamı hatırlatandır.

Uykusunu almış bu uyanışın, yatakta gerinerek pencereden giren güneşe gülümseme evresindeyiz şimdi.

Bundan sonraki adım, doğrulup yürümek, neşeli bir kahvaltının ardından bağlara, bahçelere yürümektir.

Uykunun da uyanışın da, ve sevginin de aşkın da tadı, kendini vakfedince erir ağzında zira.

Kendini doğaya, insana, yaşama ve aşka vakfedince.

Biz ki hayatını şenlikli, doğayla bir, insanla bir, adil ve mutlu bir kırsala, gönüllü sadeliğe adamışlar, hazırız. Ne zamandır pişirdiğimiz yemeğin tuzunu tam zamanında attınız, güneşi selamlayan gülümsemelerinizle.

Biz ki, kırsalla şehiri hal yoluna koymanın yolunu biliyoruz. Hayal etmeye bile korktuğumuz kadar güzel bir dünyanın en temelindeki şehir – kır kardeşliği nasıl sağlanır, biliyoruz. Kendi kendine yeterli, dayanışmacı, adil ve özgür kırsal toplulukları, ekoköyler, komünlere giden yolları biliyoruz. Zorluklarını biliyoruz.Çıkmaz sokakları gördük. Güzeliklerini biliyoruz. Ne lazım, biliyoruz. Nerede ne var, kim var, nasıl olur, olur mu, biliyoruz.

Kırsala umudu nasıl geri getireceğimizi biliyoruz.

Biliyoruz derken... Bütün bunları üstünde dans ede ede, dualarla kuracağımız köprüyü kurmayı, önündeki yolu açmayı, engelleri kaldırmayı biliyoruz.

Yürümesi, bu çağrımıza “Ben de varım” diyen, “Kırsalda özgür, doğayla dost, adil bir hayata geliyorum, kararımı verdim. Ben zaten hep vermiştim, bu anı bekliyordum” diyenlere kalmış

Bize ulaşmak için, (şimdilik):

#GeziKomünü nde Pazartesi 18:00'de "o ağacın" altında kırsala dönmek isteyen (özellikle) gençlerle buluşuyor, ilk kafileyi oluşturuyoruz.

Ulaşmadan önce ama, iyi bir düşünün. Bütünün sesini dinleyin. Bu çağrıyı okurken kalbiniz deli dolu attı mı, yerinizde duramadınız mı, içiniz dışınıza taşıp geri kalan her şeyin içinde eridi mi, bir bakın.

Biz hazırız. Siz de hazırsanız, şimdiden tezi yok, başlıyoruz.

[yudheyn]

Update from Gezi Commune, Taksim, İstanbul, 2nd of June

(Sorry for bad format and misspells, writing in hurry) The most talented writer on earth, even with cups of coffee and packs of cigarettes on his side, wouldn't be good enough to describe what is going on here, how I ever can? Incredible. I'm not sure how to tell you the story even, how to make a summary. In very short: It started as protests, then it became a resistance movement, then the resistance spread in several cities in Turkey, then the root of all, Gezi Park in Taksim became "Gezi Commune '13". A true commune. Anarchist utopia - no state, no organisation, no violence, just freedom, just solidarity and people taking initiative. By now, noon of 2nd of June, all the ways to Taksim are barricaded by a total of more than 20 barricades (strong ones enough to hold big police panzers). Taksim square and especially Gezi Park living in total freedom: Everbody and everything is welcome, except for State and its police. And no center. No organisation. No political party. Not even a real coordination center. Just people! That's, friends... Impossible to describe. Hotels serving to the resistance for FREE, people bringing food and drinks in big stocks by car, doctors and medical students volunteering to open up temporary first-aid hospitals in mosques near the barricades, peole who can not leave their homes to establish the biggest information network ever seen, since the completely corrupted mass media says not even a single word while 1 million of people are on the streets (imagine the level of corruptness, or nevermind, it's real hard to imagine that =) ... Old ladies and families opening up their apartments for resistance. Lawyers running between police points, to make sure the ones in custody are safe and well. Truck drivers leaving their trucks in the middle of roads to disable police panzers to move. musicians flowing to Gezi Commune, artists, families, kid, old, woman... You wanna do something but you need help? Come to Gezi Commune nowadays, and you will find hundreds of people running to help you before you even finish your sentence: "Dude is there anybody...." Society in Turkey discovered life itself, again. Eyes started to shine again. People started to see - I mean, literally, see around themselves (Everybody walk around like ballerines/ballets in Gezi commune, caring for each other). But who did that? How Turkish people who are so famous with its fear from anarchy and passion for State became like that? That's the whole f.ckng point! =) First - How? Answer is easy: Thanks to Prime Minister. People get so tired of seeing his extremely arrogant, insolent, greedy and "I do whatever I want and nobody can stop me" face in all the time, enough of witnessing how all the institutions (especially the Media!) and bureaucrats and stuff getting literally on their knees in front of Recep Tayyip Erdoğan who considers himself a God-alike... People get so tired of thinking that nothing would ever change, that the society would ever rise up, that there is no hope to reclaim power from arrogance of man to the legitimacy and smile of the people again... His arrogant words again for Gezi Park, together with the deputees standing in front of the destuction machines (which show people that "We all can") triggered the biggest yet the most peaceful, the most hope-giving rising in the history of Turkey, perhaps of the Middle-East! And who do that? That's the most most interesting part. All these people we all the time blamed for being so stupid to talk nothing but about football. All these people we made fun of for sharing nothing but what they ate on lunch in Facebook. They're here. Some of them already in front of barricades, some of them in Gezi Commune, cleaning each and every trash including the numberless amount of each and every cigarette butts that has been there for years now! It's not a revolt. This is the birthday of a real society - People who cares for each other, who runs to help when see a need. You are hit by someone at the feet accidentally, in the crowd of 100.000 in the small Gezi Park Commune? People get so kind that they apologize from you 5 times, with big smiles  Even our parents who saw 80's Coup d'etat so always afraid of protests (one of the biggest reason for protests not getting big until now) are calling their sons and daughters to say "Im proud of you. Just take care, he?". This anarchist-utopian Commune allows everything to get in (LGBTQ people marching with anti-capitalist muslims, Kurds protesting together with Kemalists) except state. And Taksim has never been so secure, so safe. Not a single fight I've seen, since any spark is quickly stopped by people itself. Everything, everything you can ever imagine needed to host 1million people in a square are provided, organized and executed by un-organized people - Amazing! That's the most amazing amongst all. And everybody is useful to something. Are you a hardcore anarchist ready to battle in barricades? Or a 17 years old who has been in street for the first time? Or a 70 years old couple perhaps? Strong? Funny? Tall? Short?... Well all are equally important, filling a different hole - a hole that has to be filled for the resistance and commune to continue. In the meantime, bad news coming from Ankara, Eskişehir and İzmir especially - lots of injured, thousands of them... Police using pentium gas and densified pepper, also plastic bullets. And last: Yesterday night in the barricades, police attacked again with bulldozers and panzers. Dozens of pepper gas capsules have been launched, one hitting a young person next to me. I took his arm and we ran together to the mosques that turned to a volunteer medic center ran by volunteer doctors. His head was bleeding - we stormed in, doctors came, the 4 cm crack in his fore-head "repaired". I was calming and relaxing the guy in this process, telling him h's all right with my almost mute voice that extinguished during these 3 days. And then he looked at me and said some stuff. Forget what he said, that look - That's what makes my face wet while writing these lines, that's the meaning of life. That's the very root of life, a source of smiling forever. I can not find words enough to reflect the density of feelings, happiness, excitement in here. No such words has been ever told in these lands, 'cause no such feelings have ever been felt in these lands. So now, we start speaking. With words that has never been told so far. For a world who has never been dreamt so far. By people who has never spoken so far. We started speaking now - To be silent never again.

[yudheyn]

Updated comments for "What's happening in Taksim Gezi Park?"

Yesterday evening/night, Turkey had perhaps its best, the most convivial festival in its history.

That was the festival of Life. Reclaiming our lives from an elected dictator who ironically thinks he's God, with his power enough to everything.

Reclaiming our hopes. Excited heartbeats.

It was a crowd of 25.000 people. And many more who couldn't be there, but sharing the same excitement.

We had the information that the police put jammers around - it was nothing but a proof that the government knew it's the beginning of Tahrir of Turkey.

In the morning, at 5.00, the police attacked again. Cleared out the Park with panzers, tear gas and brutal force.

Still unclear and not confirmed, but it's feared that 1 person has been killed by the police. Many wounded.

That was the hours we all took our breath to see what will happen - Would the resistance end, delaying our hopes for the next spring?

Nope.

The resistance grew. All the drivers supporting it with their horns, hotels opening up for wounded, and even some of the mass media (who are so famous in Turkey with their ability to disinform people on such events) started to broadcast the resistance.

Despite the "working hours", the group didn't shrink! And now, there are calls for this evening to gather again - To be 100.000 this time.

People in different cities of Turkey are starting their own "occupy" movements.

Anti-capitalist muslims making calls for all people with justice in their hearts, to come and pray with them in front of the pollice.

People are gathering money to buy food for occupy activists.

Activists organizing to buy tear gas masks - Football fan groups claiming "Give us 100 tear gas masks and we will take the Park back from the police"

The society is standing up, screaming for justice. We feel we're alive. Again. 

After so long time, we feeel the solidarity and its immense power.

That's an excitement I've felt last time in CLimate Change Summit in Copenhagen in 2009, marching to police barricades in arm with people I never saw in my life.

An excitement I've been, we all have been yearning for all this time.

Would all that have a "good" end? I do not know, of course. What I do know is that Turkey will not be the same again. Ever.

Ever.

[yudheyn]

What's happening in Taksim Gezi Park?

You know me friends, I've long lost my belief in cities and put all my heart to rural. Yet today, we're seeing the most hope-giving stuff in last 20 years, perhaps.  The small-yet-meaningful protests (seems to be against tree-cutting in the park, but actually against all the shitty destruction and pressure we are continously getting under the arrogant, absurd and greedy government) in Taksim Gezi Park quickly became a place where all people from all backgrounds and with different yet rooted-in-the-same-shit problems gathered and ask for... Life itself. You know, I always argue that the moment where this discriminatory, unsustainable, greedy and liar paradigm will hit its peak, that will be the beginning of its fall. I have now, first time after sooo long, that we are in that peak today. We get a long and painful way up to that peak, lots of suffering, lots of inner-struggles, yes. But now, we're rolling downhill on a bike. With a smile in our faces. Yes, smiles on our faces. That's why I get so excited and hopeful from this small protest that organicly became "OccupyGezi/Taksim". I see the excitement around. I hear hearts beating like crazy from 600 kilometers away, in my village. I myself feel my heartbeats get faster, and my smile getting bigger every second. The police continuously attack the "rebels", burning their tents, spraying tear gas the way I wash my companion Çakıl the Dog in a hot summer day. They will attack more, they will beat more, they will even kill perhaps. But the bike is now downhill - and nobody seems to intend touching the brakes.

[yudheyn]

Pure blues is a good answer for the meaning of life

[yudheyn]

Meğer ki sıradan bir gün

"Bana radikal diyenlere 'evet' diyorum, 'Bi' baksana etrafına; radikallik değil mi bize en çok lazım olan?'" dedim heyecanla.

"O da bir şey mi!" dedi gülerek. "Bana 'seninki ütopya' diyenlere 'Asıl siz distopyada yaşıyorsunuz, haberiniz yok' deyu yapıştırıyorum cevabı".

-E ne cevap veriyo'lar? Omuz silkip geçiyo'lar di' m?

-Bariz. Ama bir tohum giriyor akıllarına bir yerlere, merak etme. Bunca kelam boşuna olmaz a?

-Doğru dersin ağbi de, hadi sar tütününü de kalk; fide yapmak lazım, tohumlar patladı patlayacak.

[yudheyn]

We get out, they get in. Nothing was and could ever be more complicated than that. The only thing that ever mattered in this crazy bulk of happenings that they call life was that we were smiling, they were not.

[yudheyn]

Ormanevi'nde soba başı muhabbeti... iyidir iyi.

Havalar ısındıkça bahçeye de taşar bu ortam.

[yudheyn]

"Köyde lazım olur mu bilmem ama, biraz dinginlik istersen... Gel, birlikte dinleyelim" dedi.

Gözlerimi kapatp gülümsediğimde (önce gözlerimi kapattım, sonra gülümsedim. çünkü, ışık.), arkamda, kalabalık içinden bi' ses duydum: "bence iyi yalnız insanların kendi mutsuzluklarıyla araya kimseleri sokmadıkları bir ilişkileri vardır. kimse bilmez.." dedi, diğeri.

Hah, işte tam da bunu duyduğumda gülümsedim. Daha önce değil.

[yudheyn]

And then, they all remained silent for a few seconds. It wasn't that they had nothing to say. In fact, for some magically unrare reason, they have all realized, in the same time, that they have been talking nonsense since forever.

After God knows what, the girl dressed in black came forward, slowly, and said with a tear-wet smile: "And that made you all my friends."

The old man was not happy about that. He had that sour look in his lips, broken words in his eyes. He stood up, opened his mouth, changed his mind, turned his back, went away.

No exit there was in the room, but he was more than decided to find one.

Or die trying.

[yudheyn]

Yaşlanmışsın. Ne güzel olmuşsun Tek eksiğin eskimekmiş. Eskimişsin. 

Bak, tüm gönüllü sadeler dansa kalkmış. Hadi biz de çıplak bi' dolunay bulalım.

[yudheyn]

En ağır oruç, susmak. And thus, walking the path with your hands on your pocket and whistle in your lips, has never been easier. Remember boy! Getting on and on, doesnt' get you anywhere. And now, you know what I mean.

[yudheyn]

Oh, I didn't know that. Sorry, I'm so sorry. Though it was a bit of your mistake as well, don't you think?