TE16 Turkish Delight

Ten Poems

Amor Fati It’s not only my two days that are like each other if I had two lives they’d be like each other too even if they didn’t who cares I’d make them alike anyway even if I were two I would be like another, because I wouldn’t know what to do with the other, if, say, I had two hearts even though one is sometimes too much, God bless it, their fate would also be to become alike, as if to be each other’s fate they would also remain inside me, how would I know if it were good, let’s say it was, what a both-timist I am, like amor fati, amor fati, love your fate, love your fate, I would tell both my hearts to be my fate, be my fate before they unite, forget me in a corner, and call it fate!

(tr. by Arzu Akbatur and Mel Kenne)

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