Born in Ankara- 1976, Kevser Atay completed her primary, secondary education in this city. She graduated from the Economics Department of the Anatolian University. She has been involved in fashion and design, and since 1998 she has been recognized through her design works eventually leading to the establishment of her business in the independent textile market. Her passion and addiction to the art of literature started at the age of 13 made her transfer at the beginning of 2011 into being a columnist and journalist. Her interviews have been published in the “Culture and Art” pages of various newspapers.
She featured her poems
printed in magazines such as Eliz, Şiirden, Üvercinka, Edebiyatist, Ihlamur,
Nif Sanat, Aydili Sanat, Güncel Sanat, Kümbet, Berfin Bahar, Fark Fanzin, in
the poetry collection called “Sesin Patlar Tenimde – Your Voice Explodes in my
Skin” in 2014. During the same period, she was honored by the “Snowdrop Poet of
the Year” Prize by the Kardelen (Snowdrop) Music-Poetry Group. Her poems have
been translated into English, German, Greek, and Italian. Some of her lyrics
have been accepted to be included in TRT (Turkish Radio and Television
Corporation) repertoire.
In 2015 she starred in the
movie called “Demir Atlı Gringo – A Gringo with an Iron Horse” shut by Hasan
Karcı, and this way she made her debut in the movie world.
In 2019, 12 poems were
composed by Dr. Hasan Cihat Örter.
He was elected as the
Ankara Representative of the Spanish Poetry Organization “Liceo Poético
benidorm”.
He took part in the
jury of the 22. Hasan Bayrı Poetry Competition.
Atunis Galaxy Anthology 2020.
A collection of world poets. Editor in chief: Agron Shele.
A unique collection of modern poetry. Kevser Atay represented contemporary Turkish poetry in
anthology.
Kevser Atay’s poem “Kırmızı Yunus Balığım“ was published in
the journal “Conexiuni Literare” (Literary Links).
The magazine is published in Bistrita, Romania:
‘Palace of Culture’(Palatul Culturii Bistrita)
Since her having been elected as the Secretary
General of the Association by the 18th General Assembly of the
Turkish Authors Association in May 2015, Kevser Atay has been carrying on her
works and projects covering Eastern provinces, and with a start given in
Yüksekova/Hakkari entitled as “”This Land Belongs to Us: We Commemorate Nazim
Hikmet in His 114th Birthday”, “Meeting of Turkish and Italian
Cultures”.
She has continued her journey in the poetry
cosmos with her second poetry collection called “Çıngı – Spark” published in
November 2016. Kevser Atay is a trained poetry dubbing artist.
REFERENCE: Prof. Dr. Oğuz Karakartal /
Dünyalı Bir Şair: Kevser Atay ve 'Çıngı'
(Kıbrıs Gazetesi, 07 Mayıs 2018), Kevser Atay (bencekitap.com.tr,
28.03.2020), Kevser Atay books (kidega.com, pegem.net, 28.03.2020).
KEVSER ATAY POEMS
Turkey: Poet,
Journalist, Secretary General of the Turkish Authours Association.
1_ I’m Tongue-Tied
I’m tongue-tied,
Writing is a way out
Whichever of my hand you hold, there’s blood
I wasn’t able to turn to any direction
My sides hurt
Look at
This bar
This prison
This swirl
Tell children,
Let them make life musical
Let them not eat tasteless food
Bring some olives
Let them enjoy their meal
You can be understanding my state
A humming noise has an effect on me
The things I know are so terrible
I’m tongue-tied,
I wasn’t able to pull out my tongue from my palate
It is impossible to walk with these shackles
Leave me here!
Go to a distant place as much as you can
Maybe there won’t be a flood of people behind you
Go away anyway
Do not make children wait
2 _ BLEACHERS
If your intent would be to live
If the ones resembling would leave you
If your flower would die,
Then you wish the vase too would become pale
Are you looking for a slogan?
You want it yet we don’t give it!
We don’t owe you anything, we don’t sell anything!
A sprinter might have walked first
God, such a grandiose concept
It would suit your book
We are inside, you are on the street
Are you looking for a slogan?
"The business card of the person sitting at home is the window”
We don’t write on the steam though!
3 _ MY RED DOLPHIN
Nothing in the world came between us
Titles, objects, faces;
nothing
When I make a self-criticism
I always see the happy village there
With stone walls and a very green backyard
A hand with a big heart extended the dolphin
Its color was red, and its mouth was smiling
Its destiny is nothing but to dive into a nylon basin
Myself, a shalwar girl cut out of enameled
crispy fabric
Some number of shrines during mid-morning times
It accompanied even the stable animals I drove
At the location where I trampled viscosity
grapes
We saw together the bee stinging my foot
I got hurt, but if only it didn’t die
Mints get mottled by the pool
We were getting asleep with my dolphin as the
mulberries were falling on our heads
I shall never forget its black eyes
When it got out of me, the whole world would
have turned into a matter
What’s on earth the spirit would have been wandering
on the skin
My red dolphin would have died
Nothing in the world should come between us
Titles, objects, faces;
nothing
–Water boils at its source, and the world gets cold –
4 _ LILIAN
Ah!
The accessible girl from remote villages
Warm breezes used to blow through
yourspica hair
You were born in far gone times
Who stole your rag doll
They deceived you with wildflowers
in their hands
The swallows live a short life;
don’t you know that?
Rockies would have witnessed,
The coming and going seasons
Skylarks have been shut, blood in
the green
You are still yellow, hot
Ah!
Lilian, the girl with pink dreams of the purple
mountains;
- Is
your red dress still alive, on the cold dead? –
5 _ ILLUSION
Jumping too early from there,
You were out but with burnt hands and face
You are not in it, not inside of it
Life
Such a long word
Very short one
Walking in a crowd
What is stolen
Does outrun
The room,
Such a narrow word
So spacious
Turning around, rearward
To the oldest one
If it is included in the script
To go back to childhood
Death,
Such an old word
A very young one.
- Cinema is not something to play without
knowing about it -
