Musicians & Muse Sessions & Confessionsnoreply@blogger.com (Tarkan Deluxe)Thu, 30 Apr 2026 09:18:51 +0100Blogger http://www.blogger.com3295125http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/en-usnoAll original works protected under a Creative Commons LicenseTarkan,music,Turkish,Greek,Karma,Bounce,Come,Closer,Germany,Universal,Sex,mp3,free,Britney,News,Views,celebrity,IstanbulMusicians, Muse Sessions and Confessions at Tarkan Deluxe.Musicians, Muse Sessions and Confessions at Tarkan Deluxe.Ali Yildirimtarkansongs@hotmail.comAli Yildirimhttp://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2024/01/a-tale-of-ten.htmlMon, 1 Jan 2024 00:00:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-1992958783138717114 A tale of ten short stories and narratives: God's Own Phone Booth (2004) The Condor and the Coyote (2004) A Spiritual Spin (2005) The Princess of Ayashah (2006) A Final Lament (2006) Spring Comes After the Rain (2006) The Memory of Ruins (2006) The Kids of Haven (2009)Double Exposure (2020)Missed Connections (2022) Read more Confessions of a Writer >>tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/12/the-writing-never-ends.htmlSun, 24 Dec 2023 11:01:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-2403474335246098980Life is a communal hallway with a revolving door.We enter the world, share the same space for a while, and then take our leave of it.When the people you share your personal space with - the people you love most in the world - exit before you, this communal hallway becomes a less hospitable place. The revolving door turns, and they are gone - with only you to serve as a reminder that they were tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/12/two-orphans-of-august.htmlSat, 16 Dec 2023 11:09:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-7314949912950552649 Six of the Oldest 1 - The pronoun I is one of the oldest English words in existence;and the need to self-identify even olderthan the word itself;2 - its plural counterpart We is believed to have generated simultaneously: If you can mention yourself, you must mention others too obviously. 3 - Black is another old ancestorof the English language; a descriptorof the first whisper to the sky tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/11/the-tree-of-nature.htmlTue, 28 Nov 2023 10:57:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-2975202641883157990Lee McLean/Haribo In my youth, when I felt like escaping from my troubles, I wouldn't run away; I would run up. Cradled in the protective arms of the tree, I could vent my troubles, calm my nerves or find a quiet spot to read a book. The tree offered a patient ear for my childish prayers, rebukes and frustrations; it did not judge or preach to me. The silence it offered was all the reassurance Itarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/11/we-need-to-talk-about-humanity.htmlMon, 13 Nov 2023 20:35:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-6968677796594502916 I have always advocated the importance of history books. The chronicles of history are a roadmap not only for where we're going but, indeed, how we're going to get there. Students of the past know that our lives are all footnotes in history, small and large, but what the small print says about us isn't very hopeful. On the surface we have an oceanic capacity for great things. But when you tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-war-of-gods-and-men.htmlSun, 15 Oct 2023 20:46:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-3622996335602509050 How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world/That has such people in't!"- William Shakespeare, The Tempest - I - If anyone has read the darkly fascinating novel The Maniac by Benjamín Labatut, based on real people and events, the Austrian physicist Paul Ehrenfest speaks of "a spectre haunting the soul of science... both logic-driven and utterly irrational... preparing to thrust itself into tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/05/at-heart-of-being-amiss.htmlSun, 21 May 2023 17:00:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-6037294836672635197Martin Amis is dead. If you scan the various obits that will pop up when you Google the Englishman's name, it's astonishing at how repetitive they are about the late author. The phrase "Mick Jagger in literary form" is used again and again to describe the "enfant terrible", and how he "electrified" with his crafting of words into award winning, voice-driven novels.Is it so very flattering to havetarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-calamity-of-wasting-words.htmlFri, 31 Mar 2023 10:21:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-2187437425478103779In our human history so many words have been said and written. Starting from humble grunts and groans, over the epochs our mode of verbal communication has developed into superior sounds laden with meaning. And double meaning. And triple.And yet, those wonderous sounds I was so in awe of in my youth, now seem to have come full circle - I see and hear and read today's words, but they are all just tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/03/in-spirit-of-sestina.htmlMon, 20 Mar 2023 08:24:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-8273490853413653195I was finishing the sixth crossword                              in under ten minutes, She looked across the table and said to me, "You think yourself so clever, don't you?" And I paused and said, "No, you do." Her look was one of trying to expunge &nbsptarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/03/intimate-insomnia.htmlWed, 15 Mar 2023 09:15:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-1777661552732911010The wind moves through me unknowing, breathing life into outstretched branches. Animated, I stir below a grey moon sick from loneliness and floating on a bottomless floor. She falls into a cloudy precipice; her moonlight smoke retreats, swallowed away, and the night uncaring holds sway once more. Terror is a child that thinks the moon dead being so far away. I console the fear but dreadtarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-first-foundation.htmlSun, 12 Mar 2023 11:42:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-2292991035040349758poets know it is a struggle we have with silence as a backdrop for human experience; often coming before or after the end of things -- like a jinxed friend who drops your favourite mug; shattered your loss is magnified as you fall down its deep, dark well; and so poets use words to climb up out from it; and everything that is a use of words, from the poem to the thought fears it; and theretarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2023/02/when-there-are-no-words.htmlFri, 10 Feb 2023 12:26:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-1210006603912266831Over 20,000 dead and rising in Turkey-Syria earthquake toll. Getty Images/BBC Sometimes you find yourself in a situation where there are just no words to be said. We often think that there is always something to be said, a correct turn of phrase for every situation. But against the perfect storm of a disaster, words fail the feelings of unity that can arise in the face of its devastation, tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2022/11/walk-your-line.htmlTue, 22 Nov 2022 18:21:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-5283769281105519304 Leo Tolstoy is quoted to have said that boredom is "the desire for desires". How well the Russian writer understood boredom. When I close this blog down for periods at a time, it's because I'm bored. I get bored with the subject this blog has evolved over the years to concern itself with, i.e., myself. I get bored with the readers. I get bored with the constant stream of emails (which I tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2022/02/missed-connections.htmlWed, 9 Feb 2022 11:50:04 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-1148948407998506280 Epilogue This is all Keith's fault, as usual. All of it. Allan wrinkles up his nose. LondonVR stinks in the springtime, he thinks, clutching his seat as the bus swings out on to a main road. A constant deluge of rain is filling up the virtual city's underbelly of blocked gutters to bring the smell of waste and congealed fat to the surface in an overflowing enema.He is amazed at the tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2022/02/the-river-will-find-its-way.htmlWed, 9 Feb 2022 11:13:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-1597653803425852997the pen was dew on grass, saturated with the morning glow; am I God now, for I choose the word for you? or is the word God for it chooses me? but surely I am learning that merely reading is not living; I do not live in my skin like a cloak for hiding; writing is breathing; see my fingers inhaling as my pen exhales; see the blood that's still there beating in a rhythm or two; for they may try tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2022/02/notes-on-dark-and-lightness.htmlWed, 9 Feb 2022 11:12:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-7290764751503000810 i I have loved four times to be multiplied by four; each one became the Word, and then a sidenote, and from that to the small print of a footnote scribbled into the darkness. ii I have at times fucked nine in a day, (not that my youth kept any score) and in maturity loved just enough to fuck into existence four beings,       spun from the loom of hormones tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-ozymandias-of-shadows.htmlFri, 24 Dec 2021 14:40:00 GMTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-725160263341132080 ...reality is little more than a stage set, whose cast and scenery can be swept aside and replaced overnight, and... our belief in the permanence of appearances is an illusion."- J.G. Ballard (in an interview with V. Vale, excerpted from CCCB catalog, 2008)Film frightened people in its early days. The silent moving images of people looked like flickering ghosts on the screen. Most silent filmstarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/09/nature-is-heretic.htmlTue, 14 Sep 2021 12:01:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-3722152675941772200The Heretic by Frank Craig (1906) Prologue: The End Life is not a play. Not on words. Not on paper. Life is a rapier. It all depends on where it cuts you       whether you live or die. Act I: Heretics in Springtime i -- The grain of yewtree leaves rusting in the warm rain spoke to me of the heaving breast of dalmatian pelicans sleeping and of tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-honesty-of-reality.htmlMon, 6 Sep 2021 20:44:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-7810704303635663844 Jean-Paul Belmondo at Cannes Film Festival, 1964/GettyWhen I heard of the death of Jean-Paul Belmondo today, the French actor who became an icon of the French New Wave scene, I felt the loss keenly. Every time I watched a Quentin Tarantino gangster on screen delivering a clever line of dialogue in the nineties, I would think back to the Belmondo I discovered in childhood, typified in Jean-Luc tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-line-between.htmlFri, 3 Sep 2021 08:08:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-8763523688651875897talks about the line between finished and incomplete: half a table, a three-legged chair,       a knife with no edge to cut at food, half-cooked-- but when is a poem half-done? You never learn how to dine; or which wine goes with its food; it never teaches you -- say -- that you cannot sit on a poem, even when done, you only discover it has no air, tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/08/stone-and-bronze.htmlTue, 31 Aug 2021 15:27:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-7615441915835363162 there in that churchyard I remember the stink of rotting food; the rubbery skin of the bread and pork, the dead eyes of Cyprus potatoes staring through black plastic bins; a stench as strong as hunger and just as ancient as the full breasted domes of the church; some watched in fascination some turned away as some ate through their nausea taking on the properties of the tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/08/a-take-on-courage.htmlSat, 7 Aug 2021 08:51:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-1634261735837154525Climate change sees a global rise in extreme wildfires The news of deadly wildfires sweeping through Turkey has seen the azure sky turn blood red from the unprecedented devastation. There is no way to describe how I feel about the destruction of so many trees, wildlife and animals; the sheer volume suffocates the literary breath. There is an emotional overload that causes the brain to cease in tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/07/we-need-to-talk-about-history.htmlSun, 25 Jul 2021 11:59:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-565136258419768361 The American Library in ParisHistory is fiction. Historians novelise real events in the firework displays of dialogue and the building blocks of narrative. Like the legends of Christmas, we wrap our historic events in gaudy tinsel. Our narratives are the stuffing we use to fatten up the goose of realism, so we can celebrate and feast on its turning points in a timeline that is as manufactured astarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/05/hell-is-humanity.htmlThu, 13 May 2021 11:27:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-7124003992512082818Hell is...Humanity - as in human beings collectively - is a word that has been injected with a meaning of benevolence, and the quality of being humane. But that is a lie. If we are going to be realistic about our human race, then we need to accept that humanity is hell.Even at the most difficult of times, we still manage to act like idiots. Possibly for the first time in a long, long while, 7.8 tarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)http://tarkandeluxe.blogspot.com/2021/05/nana-korobi-ya-oki.htmlSat, 8 May 2021 12:59:00 +0100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6790151.post-3301141494502853256I've been on a journey of self-improvement for a decade or so, and I'd recommend anyone to make the effort of improvement a part of their lives. But that is as far as I'd go in terms of advice. In these types of situations, I always feel as though if someone else were to utilise my life improvement programme it would be like using the copy-and-paste method to write your own script.Any true writertarkansongs@hotmail.com (Ali Yildirim)