Category Archives: Karagöz puppets in dreamland

Of cigars, ironing and my very own “Sicilian message”

Posted on September 16, 2011 by lizcameron

We are driving back from the Migros supermarket.  I have my stash of rosehip juice, for better or for worse.  M. has his leblebi and sunflower seeds, for better or for worse.  We are ready to roll in the morning, … Continue reading →

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An interlude in Bursa for Iskander kebap: When the Karagöz puppet troupe stated their intentions

Posted on August 6, 2011 by lizcameron

So, just how did I come to be inhabited by these Karagöz puppet characters, anyway?  I am not sure, but I do know that they chose me.  They first began to appear in my dreams, then on the airplane as … Continue reading →

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Karagöz daydream #2: Flying from west to east with Khadijah and Kenne, my first female Karagöz shadow puppets

Posted on August 1, 2011 by lizcameron

The shadows are back.  They exist beyond my boyfriend’s South Boston apartment, I think.  Not sure this is a good or bad thing.  This time, it is a man in western Ottoman-era dress with a pince-nez and a lady in the red dress of … Continue reading →

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