I feel your skepticism seeping towards
the abortive state of art and scholarship in Turkey.
Yes, especially on the northern border!
Their discourse grows golden apple sour through
their rote learning and often wearying spiritual exercises
Inflamed with so intense a desire
Inspired by an extraordinary zeal for philosophy
Grant me chastity and continence, now!
I think we should spit in their sea.
I am your captain, follow me!
The first son of his mother’s body.
The young lord keeper.
