Pamuk Gibi Kar Tozu İçin Bekliyorum

Türk`ic Snowy Improv: Wombat in the Frost

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SONGLINE: Kayahan ~ Hep Karanlık

YER: Uludağ, Wombatistan

□✔ abojuice, aus terör, cultural heritage, language recovery, misheard lyrics

0125_thesnow | 0:46 | 12 Nov 2021

Painfully raw freestyle Türkish captured my 4-year-old state, marked by an abnormally high pitch--| though it was significantly worse during childhood. Ageing has gracefully helped to lower my pitch by a few semi-tones over the years. The passages were short, hardly even sentences, very reminiscent of {Ogg_the_Caveman--| stifiled & stunted. This was recorded during the early stages of speaking out loud, following the 40-year coma(muted-silence). My mother tongue was never truly used as a form of personal expression like this. When I did use Türk`ish, it was typically only in response to my mother’s Türk`ish, caveman-brief & limited to customs, akin to saying «Bon Appétit» when eating but with an Australian twist.

MUM: Afiyet Olsun! (Enjoy your meal! | Bon Appétit!)
MY BROTHER: Afiyet Olacam! ( I'll enjoy my meal! | Bon Appétit'ed-i'm-going-to-become! )
ME: Afiyet Olduk! ( We've enjoyed our meal! | Bon Appétit'we've-become`ethed! )
MY SON: Thank you for your hands! (ellerinize sağlık)

This is a good example of how Türk`ish transmutated into English. My brother & I might be judged with «You kids are saying it wrong!» ...but Mum loved it, thought it was funny when we did that, so our family has been doing it like that for decades - while my son offers a fitting response to the custom ...in English.

Recording this felt like an almost trance-like state. I was preoccupied with the view of the bush & longing for the arrival of snow--| seeking the comfort of road-blocks that insulated me from the outer rot. I ended up needing to attempt a secondary English arse`sonance track to analyse this one. It wasn't easy to speak. Brutal. Painful. ~but, the snow continued to wax on & wax off. I remained grateful for the snow, the long opportunity to gather firewood & the comfort of sleeping beside the fireplace.

NOTES:
- {turn_about was referenced here, notation of how difficult it is for the language to flow, but expressing it's still going to flow.
- i'm not ok with the word [kar] ...problematic, when [karı] means wife, & I'm not OK with how that made me need to swing into a [kar`a] (black). I'm not OK with the root. Its purity turned into a rotten apple. It registers as a corruption; it's carrying a hang-up. There is no other through-way for it. Georgian თოვლი (tovli) is the only sound that's offering a form of comfort for the snow. I'm OK to accept that as a hug from my maternal grandmas & great-granny.

TRANSCRIPT:

kar'a bekle'iyorum
for the snow, i'm waiting
cow roar bake your roo

kar gel'iɉek
the snow is going to arrive
curl girl jack

soğuk rüzğәr
cold wind
soak roos care

gez'iyor
travelling it is
gaze ear yore

ve kar gel'ɉek
and snow will arrive
where car girl jack?

bu akşam, belki
this evening maybe
boo ark sham, bake here

ve yarın
or tomorrow
we're your ruin

uludağ gel'sin
uludağ come
ruler dough, girl sin

bu'raya, n'olur
here, please
burrow ya, know lure

bak'ıyorum şimdi
looking now i am
bourke your roo shindig

yagğmur
rain
your moor

yok'sa kar mı?
or snow is it?
york sir car moo?

gӧz'lerim
my eyes
go sleigh rim

orman'a giđ'iyor o'rda
going to the forest there
or manor giddy your order

peki bәn
ok me
perky band

geri'ye dӧn'ɉәm
turn-about time now
career turn jam

zor çık'ıɉak
hard it will exit
sewer chook you jerk

zor ak'ıɉak
hard it will flow
sewer uncle jack

ama akı'ɉak
but it will flow
amour irk you jerk

aɉayip
idiosyncratic
a jeep

yabanɉı'yim, ya
stranger i am, man
your barn chew 'em, ya

sağol
goodbye [thanks]
soul

Born to live with snow. I mıss my kürk.

~iD-ENTiTY

~ My Name Is Ayça, get used to it

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