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I am not together

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I want to see with my eyes because I am that vain
I want to sever all my ties because I’m in that much pain
My wanting has not ceased, in fact it has increased
I am coming together, but I am not together

Not a time not a space not a yes not a no
I learnt to pray in these years of listening, but to learn I had to go
Tightrope-walk across Atlantic, horizon bent under my weight
Can I ascend again from this valley? Equilibrium laws say its not too late

I am coming together, but I am not together

At thirty years of age, I let myself be taught
Not to comprehend understanding is to understand a lot
You said I and looked in the mirror, I said I and looked at you
I am coming together, but I am not together

My praying has changed, opened into spontaneity
Unsupervised, pre-intellectual quality
It takes only breath to put me here and make me never want to return
I am coming together, but I am not together

The dervish keeps turning for fear of getting lost
The Absolute has no price and we pay it at all cost

Each footstep changes weather, let’s hold onto this rope together

I am coming together, but I am not together

From the CD The Memorists
(© 2008 Mother Tongue Media)
Tanya Evanson – poetry, spoken word, vocals
Carlos Joe Costa – congas, shakers
Sam Shoichet – upright bass
Lincoln Thorne – beatbox

Tanya Evanson

Featured Poem:

Dervish Weaponry

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On our wedding night
I gave you dervish feet full of holes and wide eyes
This, everyone noticed

Alone, I gave you a lower lip
Vanished inside your celibate mouth
In a far corner of Little Istanbul

When we turned to sleep
Breathed Al Fatiha
I wiped your face with my prayer

Please, remove this body from the passage
Please, take this tongue from my mouth
This heart contains all the senses one could ever need

Yes, I am heart-supple
But I had never been carved into those positions
At times with breath alone

My whole body became bruised
From our thick red Rifa’i night
El Hamdullillah, let’s live in that tavern!

When I left it was early morning through the shades
Your sweat on the pillow, neck wet and pink
Silk brown hair stuck at the temples

A bit of sweet chest exposed
Above the sheet, your edge of hand
Like a sword

DERVISH WEAPONRY . DERVIS SILAHI
From the CD The Memorists (© 2008 Mother Tongue Media)
Tanya Evanson – poetry, English & Turkish spoken word
Goksel Baktagir – Zither

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Biography

Tanya Evanson is an Antiguan-Quebecoise Woman
Multilingual Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Vocalist
Whirling Dervish, Arts Organizer, Educator
Montreal-born and based in Vancouver BC Canada
Done five poetry chapbooks
Two spoken wor-l-d music CDs
Performing across Canada since the 90s
Featured in videopoems, documentaries,
Anthologies, international recordings,
National TV and radio
Often backed by musicians
Classically trained Whirling Dervish
Performed across Europe, Turkey and Japan
As Mother Tongue Media,
Produces art events that bridge
Disciplines and cultures
Open your arms if you want to be held

Tanya Evanson

Biography

Tanya Evanson is an Antiguan-Quebecoise Woman
Multilingual Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Vocalist
Whirling Dervish, Arts Organizer, Educator
Montreal-born and based in Vancouver BC Canada
Done five poetry chapbooks
Two spoken wor-l-d music CDs
Performing across Canada since the 90s
Featured in videopoems, documentaries,
Anthologies, international recordings,
National TV and radio
Often backed by musicians
Classically trained Whirling Dervish
Performed across Europe, Turkey and Japan
As Mother Tongue Media,
Produces art events that bridge
Disciplines and cultures
Open your arms if you want to be held

I am not together

Enlarge poem

I want to see with my eyes because I am that vain
I want to sever all my ties because I’m in that much pain
My wanting has not ceased, in fact it has increased
I am coming together, but I am not together

Not a time not a space not a yes not a no
I learnt to pray in these years of listening, but to learn I had to go
Tightrope-walk across Atlantic, horizon bent under my weight
Can I ascend again from this valley? Equilibrium laws say its not too late

I am coming together, but I am not together

At thirty years of age, I let myself be taught
Not to comprehend understanding is to understand a lot
You said I and looked in the mirror, I said I and looked at you
I am coming together, but I am not together

My praying has changed, opened into spontaneity
Unsupervised, pre-intellectual quality
It takes only breath to put me here and make me never want to return
I am coming together, but I am not together

The dervish keeps turning for fear of getting lost
The Absolute has no price and we pay it at all cost

Each footstep changes weather, let’s hold onto this rope together

I am coming together, but I am not together

From the CD The Memorists
(© 2008 Mother Tongue Media)
Tanya Evanson – poetry, spoken word, vocals
Carlos Joe Costa – congas, shakers
Sam Shoichet – upright bass
Lincoln Thorne – beatbox

Featured Poem:

Dervish Weaponry

Enlarge poem

On our wedding night
I gave you dervish feet full of holes and wide eyes
This, everyone noticed

Alone, I gave you a lower lip
Vanished inside your celibate mouth
In a far corner of Little Istanbul

When we turned to sleep
Breathed Al Fatiha
I wiped your face with my prayer

Please, remove this body from the passage
Please, take this tongue from my mouth
This heart contains all the senses one could ever need

Yes, I am heart-supple
But I had never been carved into those positions
At times with breath alone

My whole body became bruised
From our thick red Rifa’i night
El Hamdullillah, let’s live in that tavern!

When I left it was early morning through the shades
Your sweat on the pillow, neck wet and pink
Silk brown hair stuck at the temples

A bit of sweet chest exposed
Above the sheet, your edge of hand
Like a sword

DERVISH WEAPONRY . DERVIS SILAHI
From the CD The Memorists (© 2008 Mother Tongue Media)
Tanya Evanson – poetry, English & Turkish spoken word
Goksel Baktagir – Zither

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (2)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (2)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

I am not together

Enlarge poem

I want to see with my eyes because I am that vain
I want to sever all my ties because I’m in that much pain
My wanting has not ceased, in fact it has increased
I am coming together, but I am not together

Not a time not a space not a yes not a no
I learnt to pray in these years of listening, but to learn I had to go
Tightrope-walk across Atlantic, horizon bent under my weight
Can I ascend again from this valley? Equilibrium laws say its not too late

I am coming together, but I am not together

At thirty years of age, I let myself be taught
Not to comprehend understanding is to understand a lot
You said I and looked in the mirror, I said I and looked at you
I am coming together, but I am not together

My praying has changed, opened into spontaneity
Unsupervised, pre-intellectual quality
It takes only breath to put me here and make me never want to return
I am coming together, but I am not together

The dervish keeps turning for fear of getting lost
The Absolute has no price and we pay it at all cost

Each footstep changes weather, let’s hold onto this rope together

I am coming together, but I am not together

From the CD The Memorists
(© 2008 Mother Tongue Media)
Tanya Evanson – poetry, spoken word, vocals
Carlos Joe Costa – congas, shakers
Sam Shoichet – upright bass
Lincoln Thorne – beatbox

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