Ayna poetry collection published in Baku

Tehran, Iran, Oct. 8 By Milad Fashtami - Trend: A collection of poems by Dalga Khatinoglu, the head of Trend Agency's Iran News Service, has recently been published in Baku. The collection titled “Mirror” in the Azerbaijani. Khatinoglu told Trend Agency that the first and last poems of the collection are influenced by Platonic views. “However, most of the poems that I wrote in the past decade are fit in the modernism category,” he said. According to Khatinoglu, the book’s poems are arranged in the chronological order. “The atmosphere of the poems moves from shout to moan, then a bitter humor. A humor that satires a world crated by greedy men based on Descartes’ logic and Kant's subject,” he explained. “Heidegger says that we have reached a point in which everywhere is dark and we can’t see the road anymore. In my opinion that’s only one part of the real catastrophe, since the human race has reached a point that when looking back, instead of seeing the story of their lives clearly, people just see some confusing images and hear some feverish sounds,” Khatinoglu said. “After the World War II and especially after the Cold War, fear of revolutions and world’s explosion decreased, but an even scarier nightmare was born: the world didn’t explode like a balloon, but its air is being released slowly with a whining noise,” he added. “Modernism’s extremist attitude wiped out the traditional hero-based legends. But the modern legends took their place, and after Nietzsche, especially after the World War II, these logic-based legends also lost their place. Now we know that logic is largely under the influence of our subconscious. Fortunately, we haven’t had much control over our subconscious. It has been safe from our own harm and at least one aspect of our self remains natural,” Khatinoglu said. “We shouldn't have surrendered ourselves to our logic to this extent. Of course going back to traditions is also absurd. Traditions can nowadays only be used as a means to reach a goal. We shouldn't completely omit the traditions, but we should not turn them to a goal, either. Of course, if we still believe in any goal,” he noted. In regards to the process of creating a work of art, Khatinoglu believes that “Sophocles' tragedy Oedipus the King manifests in the today’s life just as much of Milan Kundera’s Immortality or Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye. So I don’t believe that a work of art gets old. The actors of the world scene are still mostly like intellectual, but doubtful Hamlet or determined, but foolish Don Quixote”. To my son You are so beautiful That you leave my eyes no other choice Wherever I turn my looks, Pupils back again on your face It’s not a choice Legs are out of my control, While you are the destination of all roads. Just let go of them, love Let go of the earth which is heavier than a cannonball And as hollow as a bubble. Let go of the roads Stretched on back of earth like whip marks. Let go of the tunnels, No light awaits you even at the end of them. Let go of the bridges, useless for sky journey, Connected to the land from each side. Let go of the confused heaven With bloody tear on cheek of twilight. Let go of that fortune star Might burn out a thousand light years ago Tough, you still see its twinkling. Lie beside me Like roads stretched longer than a man’s life. Hear my words -here you are- Such sweet words that, As they climb from hearth to pour into mouth, I just get tempted to swallow them back. Oh, your languor sick eyes baby, Not torment you, but kill me. Break your silence, say something Continuously demand And do not stop the flow of dreams Since one day – not so far way – you will find out The life span of dreams as long as a bud’s yawn, Wither before reaching from heart to lips. One day you will learn that The heart is nothing, but mass grave of untold craves You will learn that lie is a truth in itself. You are still baby and forget Dearest things you lose You will grow up– not so far way – Then separating from even most hated things will frighten you With all tomorrows dedicated to regret of yesterdays. Keep on flying above my head by dawn Heaven be roof of your room, Peel the sun orange, Squeeze the moon lemon into your tea, Take cloud cattle candy, have Or make mattress and quilts -no matters- Keep on flying above my head by dawn Since morrow midnights You will remain sleepless, confused Trying to interpret dreams of your asleep leg. Keep on loving, keep on Now a kiss cuts your pain But, you will grow one day And your pain will start by a kiss. Fly free of any claim Though, being claimless is biggest claim itself. All are children until death embraces them Until seeing the life’s only truth, Young and old children So foolishly pretend to be grownups. Learn to love Learn that one and one always makes one And subtracting one from two leaves nothing but zero. Remain in love, my dear And do not trade your wealth With anything less than a kiss. Remain in love, my dear Since even ideal life is nothing but a disaster When you find out That the last order always comes out of gun mouth When you completely understand That those suffering from hunger Will never be fed Unless fed up with their lives. Remain in love, my dear The earth is heavier than a cannonball And lighter than a worried bubble with trembling eyes Beauty is keeping on living deliberately. My declining crescent not frightens me Since my resurrection is your full moon The sands of my hourglass empty At the same speed yours fills Don’t think the life One should live the life We have nothing to do with the secret of tulip’s pain Or viola’s hunched back Or whether really lily sprang from Eve's tears We have nothing to do with describing beauty Being awed by rose’s immortality enough for us With a life as short as a yawn Learn to love And to recreate beauty. Follow us on Twitter @TRENDNewsAgency