Mine G. Kırıkkanat : It’s our response to the censorship legislation!

August 18, 1982

The choose confirmed his face. Willful, decided to sentence. of Dikerdem (YN Ambassador Mahmut Dikerdem) In his dramatic interrogation this grew to become clear. Thus, any hope of imminent launch (aside from the surprises of the political case) has now vanished. Briefly, now we have been right here for five.5 months. It isn’t pessimistic to danger no less than yet another arrest. Nevertheless, there isn’t a hint of frustration and even unhappiness in me. Nazim hikmet’I There may be nothing extra pure than risking being in jail for for much longer whereas defending our human and civic dignity in opposition to a mentality that makes an attempt to re-trial (Nâzım Hikmet commemoration nights, and so on.).

November 4, 1982

A number of hours later, we seem in entrance of the faux courtroom… Civilization is preventing fiercely with fascists, ignorance, backwardness, rudeness and vulgarity… Our exit from right here can be a part of this warfare, it won’t be with the assistance or attribution of anybody.

This winter, I should take nice care to keep up my well being, on this tomb-like jail and the sun-drenched secluded mattress. That is crucial challenge. And as time goes on, the issue in sustaining our emotional reference to my child unhurt. Possibly it is going to be essential to battle once more to fulfill nose to nose.

November 18, 1982

The trial was unexpectedly and shamefully adjourned to 16 December. So we’ll rely 28 extra days.

When Barış was going to his grandmother yesterday, he stated to his mom, “Dad, perhaps he went to the opposite home, let’s go there”. I carry this kid’s love like a jewel in my coronary heart.

I noticed that my optimism is, sadly, an incurable illness, identical to the pessimism I denounced after that final listening to.

December 2, 1982

A Kurdish smuggler, roughly 50 years previous, is mendacity within the mattress throughout from me. A skinny, sunken, light-colored man; villager. He as soon as stated that he was imprisoned on the age of 13, escaped, and spent 4 years on the run within the mountains. “What did you do within the mountains immediately?” I requested. What, he stated, everybody was afraid of me, and I used to be afraid of the bushes… If a fowl flew, I used to be afraid of it… A sensible man, clearly. (Nevertheless, he’s an abnormal particular person on the skin.) We talked a little bit extra. “Our persons are cowards,” he stated. Now they go for a stroll, nothing occurs, however they do nothing out of concern. Meander’That is how they hanged him… After which, he advised very attention-grabbing issues politically, he gave them to America. Even our warfare stated as a lot as they permit. He evaluated the “Cyprus Operation” from this attitude.

December 17, 1982

It is like a spring day, on this vivid December day, after I learn The Autumn of our President Father with the drowsiness of a sleepless evening, I am unable to assist sighing… What an ideal, uplifting feeling it should be to have the ability to write such prose… having the ability to write in regards to the infinite greatness of life regardless of all of the filth… How books like this make me yearn to be an ideal poet*…


The traces you learn are our poet who’s a world worth. Ataol Behramogluwritten by Maltepe and Sağmalcılar prisons. Jail Diary* “A morning track in jail” excerpt from his diary.

We’re glad that the Republican aircraft tree has robust branches like Ataol Behramoğlu, our traces that promise the daybreak that may undoubtedly break in the future on the horizon…

How glad I’m that Ataol Behramoğlu “thinker”i’m.

You’re the censorship legislation that takes away our freedom to deceive us, to trot, to deceive us!

Now we have seen neither cruelty nor cruelty.

We left all of it behind, we nonetheless carry the identical mild ahead, right here we’re!

We go to mattress, we exit, we write once more, and even when we die, the traces we depart, our names, are for much longer lasting than the despots.

*Tekin Publishing Home, 2022.


Buddy who died in jail

If I might be the balm to your wound

Silently, softly fading buddy

If I may discover a answer to your drawback

That is the time when the scoundrels are mad

That is what the depraved and the traitor are raging

That is the gem that was shot within the mouth of the individuals

If I can break it, if I can break it

Take the bitch dangerous too, bitch

You place the torture on the espresso desk

Brother is lifeless, our share of ah

What if I may die as an alternative

Ataol Behramoglu

You’re responsible/Poems, Tekin Publishing Home 2022

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