ROSES & OLD TOOTSIES
Sitting at Marina Cafe in the Apollo Ruin with my burned lip feeling really punk when Nizam showed up with Kevin and many red roses — “Be good to each other.” ‘Gandhi’ Kevin in his fez -Back to England —
Street view from Sur Restaurant — Mehmet at Yaşa Hotel——
SLEEPING NIZAM
WHEN IT’S GOOD
She came waltzing down the street big & blonde in her short red dress & when the Turkish music started she fell into a dance step; she danced over to the loafers by the wall & beckoned with her finger; no takers, so she danced on up the street & there was a blue-jeaned, bare-chested guy snapping his fingers & dancing up to her; they were still dancing an hour later —
When it’s good it’s great — Sinem —- Then he did it again——
THE FAN
Burn — The I’m Sorry Roses — Red roses – His dark brooding face & my red lacquer fan on this sultry indigo night in the ruins — Watching him sleep — The hell of it is he really is sorry – It was someone else who hurt me – unfortunately they both live in the same body… Sunday, 6 August 2000, Side — Rendered in Kaş Square, Saturday 12 August 2000—— So I left. I went back to Kaş.
IN THE WIND
END of ASHES OF ROSES. Continued in Book 8: WOMAN WAILING