Category Archives: Karagöz puppets in dreamland

Breaking out of the glass box: The Karagöz puppets rejoice

Posted on June 4, 2012 by lizcameron

Lately, I’ve been immobilized inside a midnight-blue and burnt sienna glass box, with walls so thick that the voices of the puppets have been obscured.   Those Karagöz puppets, They finally plastered a sign onto that imprisoning glass with rose … Continue reading →

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Of orchid roots and chilly fingertips by the Bosphorus

Posted on February 12, 2012 by lizcameron

It is late at night and the night owl spirit, egged on by Hacıyatmaz  (“hah-juh-yacht-mahz”), the incessant institagor of personal writing, is at it again.  He is rocking and rolling, back and forth, keeping me up way past my bedtime.  … Continue reading →

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A strange, (spinning) journey to pink paradise with the Karagöz

Posted on December 5, 2011 by lizcameron

Rocketing through the night air, our little engine that could (after 11 years on the road) made its best possible way out to our retreat spot, in Provincetown.  Hacivad Bey annoints the trip with his words: “Rise up nimbly and … Continue reading →

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