Bahadırhan DinçaslanOde to Turkish Artillery-Translation of my own poem, Türk Topçusuna-Apr 22, 20221Apr 22, 20221
Bahadırhan DinçaslanLament for the West — Cancel the Woke Before It’s Too LateThe West is good. In the last few centuries, any thing that is good for man or world hailed from the West — the fact that there are evil…Dec 7, 2021Dec 7, 2021
Bahadırhan DinçaslanGod of Nameless Mountains*İsimsiz Dağların Tanrısı, translation of my own poem.Oct 16, 2021Oct 16, 2021
Bahadırhan DinçaslanLetter to Turkish Soldiers in Russian FrontI am sure that compatriots aboard the Balkan train which is now passing by Bucovina, breaching the autumn fog of Transylvania; are all…Oct 15, 2021Oct 15, 2021
Bahadırhan DinçaslanLetter to my sonA day may, and indeed will, come to you in a distant future where I will no longer be able to stand with you and face together whatever…Oct 12, 2021Oct 12, 2021
Bahadırhan DinçaslanMutiny: The Curse of the Pale LadySpitting into the waves swelling with the strengthening wind, the grey haired boatswain murmured to himself, “It’s a bad omen. The storm…Dec 6, 2020Dec 6, 2020
Bahadırhan DinçaslanEcce Homo — On The Advantages of not Being a GodIn the humble village where my grandparents dwell as unpretentious gods, there is a microcosmos as intricate and as puzzling as our…Dec 6, 20201Dec 6, 20201
Bahadırhan DinçaslanGezi: An Ode To a New GenerationI remember receiving news of a woman mistreated by the police, as if it’s yesterday, on social media. While I was watching the infamous…Sep 24, 2019Sep 24, 2019
