AS-Enigmatic Astrologue

Sometimes I hate all, but most of all LEO. Oh papa, they're so conceited. What I hate most is a PISCES crying over the good old days. That humble, brainy AQUARIUS gets on my nerves. He's apt to be mobbed. I dislike the sneaky, self-centered SCORPIO, the stubborn ARIES, the all knowing miser CAPRICORN equally. I'm always in the mood of committing seven deadly sins even with a homely hubby born under CANCER. LIBRA makes me suffer inferiority.

I run away every time a SAGITTARIUS starts his unending philosphical speeches. TAURUS makes me sick with his nauseating love of beauty. I can't bear VIRGO's sense of humor as I roar my wrath over that chatterbox of a GEMINI. I might say I terribly need a doctor, but I just say hate is all I need. Having written down all these, she fixed eyes as if trying to remember something. Got it! She had softening of the brain and she was already dead with too much love. Ayten Suvak

AS-The Innovative Mind

Where creativity is defined as a derivative of freedom, playing with ideas, refraining from the judgement of people in a climate of challenge and high goals, innovation is defined as applied creativity. Creativity and innovation may be regarded as two siblings who play in the school yard together. They acquire skills for an ever expanding globalized market place.They learn that to be successful means to be creative and innovative in order to allure diverse customers to the market. Thus our future education would better take a way towards a symbiosis of creative and innovative knowledge and information. Our aim under the above title is to draw a poststudent picture through a philosophical symbiosis of knowledge and information: A student who smartly adapts the Platonic phrase ‘Know Thyself’ into its popular variety ‘Inform Yourself’ to be creative and innovative. We use brainstorming as a method to clarify our views. Our examples are somehow fictional while we try to draw the picture of a symbiotic student in between modern and postmodern tendencies experienced in the problematics of education. We endeavour to base the creative and innovative knowledge and information on the philosophies of British, American, French, Asian, Latin thinkers. Among many categories of educational research, ours can fit into The Educational Philosophy. Our method is also a literary quest which borrows some fictional figures of worldly known writers such as Oscar Wilde, Mary Shelly, Robert Musil, and last but not the least, our contemporary writer Hasan Ali Toptaş. Rather than finding an absolute solution for the ongoing problem of education, we attempt to adapt the idea of symbiosis, which we borrowed from Kisho Kurokawa, to the creation of a symbiotic student who stands for the reconciliation of knowledge and information. Ours may pass as an humouristic essay on our digitalized existence which can be elegantly summarized as ‘we are our memex.’ Our boss is creative and innovative information technologies which use knowledge as their recruit. If we are allowed to make a joke on this, we are doomed to be lifelong learners in order to survive in this era of communication which may be called as well, a type of cultural industry where there is always the danger of producing individuals in the service of business world. In a way they are creative and innovative slaves perfected by education. Future studies may further delve into drawing that slave student portrait in minutest details. Ayten Suvak

AS-What A Fate!

Things on the light side by chance Game of destiny is played in the dark By the blind Ayten Suvak

Some Words

Some words reminiscent of my childhood Now Listen Carefully Gal! A ringing bell that I was in trouble Ayten Suvak

AS-My Lines

@SuAy30: Two worlds in a heartbeat In fiery and ashy verses Of muted cries In stilted English imitating A sparrow's song Ayten Suvak

AS-Trapped In...

Trapped in... The Violent Daylight On my drowsy head I hear The Morning Melody Of a bird singing in the dew April breeze dancing on the leaves I start putting on my dress With a dainty hand I hear a merry air Over the smiling verdure As the hills are alive With the music Why do I feel Trapped Forever In my solitude? Ayten Suvak

AS-Now What?

He stood watching After the missed train After the missed love meeting Anyway he had always been tardy Ayten Suvak

AS-Thoughts...

An attack on the back Alack hey amberjack Show me how to be An anti kickback Ayten Suvak

AS-Love Songs

Love songs are Written in the Stars Muses are of stardust I blow a handful in the winds They come back to me And shine on my face Ayten Suvak

AS-Frolicksome

Although he frolicked With every secretary That brazen little hussy Always made him get lost In the Satin Stream Of her body Ayten Suvak

AS-Something Called 'Jouissance'

Late morning A bug slipped into The petals of a rose Sucking at her mouth A prisoner of juice Full of hunger For delight He enjoyed 'jouissance' Sucking is living is Sensuality is lovely Polishing his life With dewdrops of morn All the energy dripping out On the body clandestine He buzzed and buzzed Life is love is life is 'Jouissance' is jollity in extreme... Ayten Suvak

AS-Enigmatic Astrologue

Sometimes I hate all, but most of all LEO. Oh papa, they're so conceited. What I hate most is a PISCES crying over the good old days. That humble, brainy AQUARIUS gets on my nerves. He's apt to be mobbed. I dislike the sneaky, self-centered SCORPIO, the stubborn ARIES, the all knowing miser CAPRICORN equally. I'm always in the mood of committing seven deadly sins even with a homely hubby born under CANCER. LIBRA makes me suffer inferiority. I run away every time a SAGITTARIUS starts his unending philosphical speeches. TAURUS makes me sick with his nauseating love of beauty. I can't bear VIRGO's sense of humor as I roar my wrath over that chatterbox of a GEMINI. I might say I terribly need a doctor, but I just say hate is all I need. Having written down all these, she fixed eyes as if trying to remember something. Got it! She had softening of the brain and she was already dead with too much love. Ayten Suvak

AS-I don't know where you are...

...and I don't care a bit where you're ex-darling.

AS-You Go At Once To The Point

With 'Devils' on his lap He suddenly breaks into bitter weaping His tears positively screaming at the writer's wit Which put him into some romantic fits Having a 19th century soul, he suffers from The very author's goal that goes at once to the point/ But he can't endure that Russian sympathy Since he detected unfortunately His Turkish girlfriend's disloyalty... Ayten Suvak

AS-Good-Bye

Good-Bye Words and letters flitted and danced Before my velvety eyes My heart contracting painfully I read a farewell letter with a terrible finality/ It said time would open in spurts But it was time to part That our hour had struck/ Besides love was a hopeless bound There was no need to suffer on its account We were destined to that farewell/ So course and common With an expression sullen I tore the letter in pieces I already knew some such crises So I wasn't overwhelmed No matter how bitterly I was mistaken In reciprocity of affection/ In that moment of misery I thought he was even unworthy Of gossips that hammered me incessantly/ Love erred his ticket fared I sent him back to his own misery So be free to set out On some long and unknown journey/ He might imagine as well that someone is Constantly mocking him secretly... Ayten Suvak

AS-Gender Jazz

Whatever created us either myths Or mischevous gods Men and women are made of blood in Endless strife with a knife No gender is more signified /Once a year on the 8th of March /Many many money money men Either loving or cruel in the end Neither sex will reign in the realm Ayten Suvak

One Billion Love Protest Come what may Whatever you say This is our day /We must put a stop to it To those memorable agonies Damned maladies /Who'll solve the mystery Throughout the man's history Our hearts are beating violently /Not because of a melody of blind fury But directly directly directly With feelings of femininity /We're raising one billion protest Against that stupid gender unrest All the world is agog with it /Rippling like the wavy undulations of hair Hey men take care The arch patriarch /Are you afraid of that matriarch That you vent your spite on woman bitch That you cut woods to burn the witch /Don't don't don't bark but lark Let's go to mass-dancing in the park On the 14th of February /In the forest of pink roses Love will give us all a spark With purple eyes and rosy hearts /Laden with love and love's delights... Ayten Suvak

AS-Shut Up Silence

If laughter is the dance of the soul Then why am I deaf to the music 'Cause my hiccup became the nostalgic melody As I let it dry up nonchalantly Silence wavering between Alto-Basso I wonder why I cannot perceive Love that cannot be consumated Sound that cannot embrace laughter Passion that cannot culminate While crippled desire almost betrays The wriggling body with a fake grin Foisting it on as a chuckle Arsenic drops become musical notes In Socrates' hemlock Whose wisdom is youth's poison So verdicted the Greek consuls Tried in vain to kill his bullgaze As he savoured his melody Mischievously mute its eternal key... Ayten Suvak

AS-2013

In The Year 2013 Astronomers proclaim: Be more indulgent in your mind's frame Restrictions must be tamed A new cosmic era Nothing for nothing is to be gained Doubt not None is in sight but Every man is made of stars Watch hoi polloi in satellites Year 2013 End of the superstitious docility An absolute novelty Rejoice in peace If our Cosmic Gods Don't craft any disasters... Ayten Suvak

AS-Ere You Die

You are like the last chapter of a novel You seem to have solved all enigmas While your soul grovels You put a rose in the very knot of it Cause yo reached integrity by women's logic But think who said this: "What begins in a lie must end in a lie" So you'd better solve that last enigma Before you die... Ayten Suvak ""Dostoevsky