she's a hypnotist collector you are a antique

"Ideas are soaring in the air; there is something penetrating in an idea."

F.M.D

so finally got my head clear enough to post. i had my 5 cups of tea and just plugged in my bringing it all back home with all its charming artsy 60s underground genious loveliness. anyhow, here goes what's left of last night.

first off--we went to see this art residency place down in karakoy--a very ancient crazy part of town that i'm pretty sure i haven't been to in years--we first had dinner in another lovely restaurant somewhere down at the holy land taksim in which i had the most entertaining conversation with a waiter about the brocolis i chose not to eat. but we came to a conclusion that healthy living doesn't always end up with the best of results, so my brocolis were not that big of a deal.

then we walked down these streets with all the lovely sights that come out after dark (including a bunch of uncanny gentlemen) and met up with my good friend (the one with the good heart and the solid future, that is) and kept walking down this huge street called the bankers street--with all this high ceiling type of old buildings with gigantic windows--so very otherwordly if i may say. upon finding the opening party that we were looking for i was mesmerized- a bunch of casually spirited people were crouching on what seemed to be a deserted street in the pitch blackness of the night smoking their cigarettes and drinking their beers--all sorts of people from all around the world--and that lovely air of creativity and a passion for the arts in all of them

it was one of the greatest things i've done in a while--first because it was different and i have been craving different--second because it was beautiful--this endless stairs that lead from one floor to the other may it be from a photo exhibit to an artist's bedroom from a kitchen to a random room with nothing but a tv standing in the middle of it--then to this beautiful rooftop which overlooks the rooftop of the old ragged building acrosss and people just hanging out on their own--people different than all the people that we usually end up hanging out with

so it was a lovely hour or so that we spent up there--there came this moment that my friends made it in and i was left out because i was smoking--i just leaned against the doorway and inhaled that cigarette like it was made in heaven--again thinking about where i was to go or what i was to do and thinking of ginsberg upon watching a very animated performance of an actress thinking to myself that hearing howl mustta been something like this--because they both comes from the heart both from people who believe in their hearts and who live for their hearts--and i smiled.

then there was a walk back to another joint to meet with other friends--through which we had discussed naked people in san fransisco and homeless man growling by the sidewalk--and people dancing and singing in the middle of the street--about rainbow makers and gay bars and cop cars and all

i met some of my girlfriends whom all i had missed--but one in general that we had worked out fine 'on some frequency' as i described sipping my drink--then the bartender and the manager who was named the same as me--and the waiters and random people that i had a chance to talk too--and it was one of those nights that whomever you ran into was full of life and excitement and everyone smiled and everyone was a flashing tone of pink that made you feel like you have broken time to exist on some other universe just for a night--

that all obviously could have been the entire pack of cigs that i devoured on my own and the drinks that the bartender generously kept spicing up for me--but still, i actually had a pretty good night. i made it home a little lightheaded to say the least and stumbled upon a wonderful stones documentary--then i went through all these crazy ideas in my head and cried a few tears looking at old pictures of my grandpa--and his russian-turkish dictionary that i happened to stumble upon--then i tried to get to sleep but failed had a snack around 3 30 and laid in my bed listening to arizona thinking what a fuckin good song that was--than i must have dozed off only to wake up again before sunrise--walking around the house a bit on my own and trying to not resemble any sound to the sound of someone screwing around with the key--and then went back to bed.

i woke up after noon when the phone rang.changed and was heading out to the bus when she belongs to me came up and i knew right away that was the best song to ever talk about last night--

then came home and right before i walked in the door i thought of the hooker i had mentioned to my friend late last night--this blonde woman who always stays in the same little hole at the side of the street going down to the bridge--i never walk down that street i always pass in a bus--so i don't know what she looks like or who she is--but i smiled late last night saying to my friend "yeah i have a hooker friend in this city"--only because i had noticed her and wished for her not to be completely unhappy and that, my lovely friends, is far more than what we often do for the people we see a million times a day--