New games, old summers
There is also art / Theatre
Summer has passed.
Nothing else passed.
This summer hasn't been good for anything.
Now we are with the voice of Edip Cansever's Eylül.
As we leave our readers at the beginning of each season, our happy anticipation, our excited hope for a more beautiful autumn, more art, a final summer with more eternal melodies, the city, and the opening of the curtains in the city, was shattered before the July sun even rose.
All that remains is the foam of the waves crashing onto the shore.
-Here is the voice of September / August has passed, the voice of September / It will speak soon / “Living in this world is a boring thing, gentlemen.”-
Edip Cansever explained it so beautifully.
There was a village.
It wasn't the atmosphere, but the people who were intellectual. There weren't many intellectuals... There weren't any uncouth people who looked at us, asked us questions, or acted like, " I'm famous, do you recognize me? " or " Are you going to take an account from me too?"
There was no concert stage, but concerts were given.
There was no art exhibition, but someone would paint.
Those with beautiful voices who spent the winter under the protection of rich businessmen would not deliver socialist speeches at the tables in the summer…
That village became very famous and was talked about a lot…
Nothing had a Michelin star. We lived very simply, very simply, but very enjoyable.
Then suddenly they came.
Their lives were expensive, their understanding of life was expensive.
They had finished off Torba, Yalıkavak, and Türkbükü, polluted them, and cast them aside. Now their eyes were on this white, rapidly polluting shore.
They came screaming, “ So cheap… So cheap! ”
They found this village with a rough road, a small beach, and a quiet sea. It was very, very cheap!
They quickly dazzled the intellectuals who tried to defend their shores by passing the archers we had stationed at the top of the hill and brought their swanky luxury bars, clubs with bodyguards, and luxury restaurants.
They destroyed everything we had and fled to other shores. It was left to us to collect the garbage of their plastic lives from the shore.
Friendships formed with a simple " Hello " to the person next to us on the beach are forgotten. Where we all walked around the beach in the same, classless T-shirts and flip-flops, it's now all about designer towels and sunglasses by day, and silver shoes by night.
Our intimate conversations have already been invaded.
This coastal tradesman, local, and even intellectual has already slit his wrists; he is not dead, but he is still refusing treatment.
What will be the end of the story?
None.
The belongings are packed. The suitcases are closed.
Maybe it's time to migrate.
It's time to fulfill our promise of returning to the city.
We have an award, the ' İsmet Küntay Theatre Awards 2025 Most Successful One-Man Play of the Year ' at the Korunan Sahne ... ' Nazım's Cat ' did what it was supposed to do!
On stage again at the end of October…
We are excited for the rehearsals of the new play, ' We Knew You Would Come '.
Tiyatro Kare is getting ready for the " Konken Party ." A wonderful and brave choice of play, and Nedim Saban deserves congratulations in advance.
Tiyatro Hayali heralds a completely different kind of theatrical experience with " Şebbaz ." It's clear that this will be one of the new season's plays that exudes a unique theatrical flavor.
Arsız Kumpanya is preparing " The Last Drop ." It wouldn't be possible without Chekhov. Yustudio is working on a different adaptation of " Three Sisters ."
As you can see, we are preparing for a last summer that will make you feel the taste of the three "s": the theater in the city, the Princes' Islands Jazz Festival , and the Paribu Art Center in Terminal Kadıköy .
Art, Stage, Love…
It's almost here. We're coming with the summer shutters down.
Diken
