The Well on My Face

a rodent from stains and curses
The times I went out like this, I parted my body
to decaying time. I passed quickly
Those who avoid the cold of iron.
While everything flows into a wounded time, who
He can say that the lamps are extinguished in vain.
This last knot is tied to everyone,
This last rain is falling on everyone.
That the fire is cold, the water is hurting...
I came across everyone one evening,
How lonely everyone is! I read his treatise
Everyone turned their back on my sheikh's heart,
I understand,
Ah, I turned my face to everyone and cried.

Metin Kaygalak may write an epic or a tragedy in the future; because the Well on My Face seems to have set out to guide this. The book, which is read as a long monologue, has the atmosphere of a sad hero's tirade in the last minutes of the last act. It feels suffocating, but it's not. It seems overwhelming, but it's not. It's like a dream, but it's not. It's like the truth, but it's not.
Küçük İskender, Şirlideğnek, Varlık issue: 1090 July 1998