That boy from Trabzon about to enter a stadium, wearing the killer's white beret seals it. "What's the big deal, a journalist gets killed, an Armenian to boot. Noone made such a brouhaha when Turkish soldiers got killed"
The black bottomless pit that opens up that no amount of telling can untell.
How can we have lived with it all this while, all this while not knowing
And after such knowledge,
what forgiveness?
what poetry?
Monday, January 29, 2007
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