Birce Dar: I Want It, So I Postpone

Bitter as owl’s cry, without an eye

Without a scandal

Without a pair

Waves a hand

And touch of scissors echo

Tip to my pencil crack and disappear together

with the pirate’s hope

Birce by definition could mean anything, a snake, a camel, or a piece of wood that you and I could chew. It’s easy. She is all up to your own mighty imagination. Timeless skin she was made into, she always dreamt to be a pen so she could rewrite the world. She studied literature in Skandinavian landscapes. The latest wind blew her to Amsterdam, Gerrit Rietveld Academie to study art, major in ceramics. Clay and ink are now a combination of many astray.