Автор: ПърдящаГургулица
Дата: 28-09-07 01:54
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I AM A CORPSE
I AM CALLED BLACK
I AM A DOG
I WILL BE CALLED A MURDERER
I AM YOUR BELOVED UNCLE
I AM ORHAN
I AM CALLED BLACK
I AM ESTHER
I, SHEKURE
I AM A TREE
I AM CALLED BLACK
I AM CALLED “BUTTERFLY”
/Three Parables on Style and Signature:ALIF,BA,DJIM/
I AM CALLED “STORK”
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When I draw a magnificent horse, I am who I am, nothing more.
I WILL BE CALLED A MURDERER
Were you able to determine who I am from the way I sketched a horse? As soon as I heard I was invited to make a horse, I knew this was no competition: They wanted to catch me through my illustration. I’m perfectly aware that the horse sketches I’d drawn on rough paper were found on poor Elegant Effendi’s body. But I have no fault or style by which they might discover me through the horses I’ve made. Though I was as certain of this as I could be, I was in a panic while rendering the horse. Had I done something incriminating when I made the horse for Enishte? I had to depict a new horse this time. I thought of completely different things. I “restrained” myself and became another.
But who am I? Am I an artist who would suppress the masterpieces I was capable of in order to fit the style of the workshop or an artist who would one day triumphantly depict the horse deep within himself?
Suddenly and with terror, I felt the existence of that triumphant miniaturist within me. It was as if I were being watched by another soul, and, in short, I was ashamed.
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