I know it's been a while, but I have quite a few poems to share today. This poem is inspired by the arcade prodject and my reading of the 1935 expose. I wrote this for Mothers day for my mum because my mum is a professor and a Benjamin scholar and I asked her favourite bit of Benjamin and she said the expose.
Also on the note of creative writing, I am in quite a few societies, but have been getting my universities creative writing society back up and running, so that's good. Anyway I hope you all enjoy and have a great Easter/Spring break.
As if in a fit full dream I stood in the streets of Paris , it was 1935.
Before me I saw the The panoramic gates of the bourgeois,The gates of glass and iron
I peered through a key hole into the arcade and the gardens beyond I beheld the land of mechanised milk and honeyThe river flowing with tea and chocolateAnd the nature wrought in iron.
I turn to see an exhibition hall, a place where I can feel people clad it hats and coats are drawn to the siren song of a commodity fetish.
In his own world through windows I spy the sanctuary of commodity and art, the breath of an individual, a collector.
The city is a glass gem cut by ruling hands. It's surfaces shaped by capitalism, till that's all that seems to shine back
The glass and iron soon crumble under high capitalism's weight and I find myself once more in the mimicry of a bygone era, in the urban countryside.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Poems (On Various Themes)
ŞiirI write allot of poems and this is a compilation of some of my poems, hope you enjoy. If you can and want to please leave some feedback and it helps my writing. Please leave constructive criticism. Sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes, I ha...
