I first met Haydar Ergülen on the Turkish island of Cunda where we had gathered as twenty-plus translators to work on a novella and on Haydar’s poems. The novella-translators sat upstairs, working singly and we poets occupied the long rectangular room on the ground floor of the elegant Ottoman school. We spent all morning and […]
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My Artemis, My Ephesus

Karen Phillips reports on the melancholy past and 7 present of Izmir in Turkey

PUBLISHED ON: 25/07/17


In our Turkish years, when the sun shone on history changing before our eyes, we used to scuba dive at Pamucak Bay, seaward of the ruins of Ephesus. I …

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