A CHEMICAL INCIDENT WRITTEN BY ALİ RIZA GELİRLİ
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A CHEMICAL EVENT WRITTEN BY ALİ RIZA GELİRLİ
In poems, novels, songs, and folk songs, the flames of it play. From a distance, it looks like a creamy cake. I'm talking about love! In one of my poems, I said, "love is the act of creating God from human." Louise Aragon said, "Love is the only freedom loss that empowers us." We love someone; even if it seems hopeless, the possibility and hope that one day they might love us also seep into us like a light. We remember Goethe's words: "We would not have been anything to each other, but we became everything." It's a beautiful garden where we don't want anyone to enter; a story that attracts human interest... What was nothing before is now everything; it has become such that it has made one thing invisible, everything else, as it were. Now you think no one else will have the ability to love it like you do.
Of course, when we talk about love, sexual identities come to the forefront immediately. Sexuality is the primary determinant of love. Loving someone who doesn't have the potential for sexuality is meaningless. Sexuality, pushed into the subconscious from a societal culture perspective, signifies a basic existence like eating, sleeping, and sheltering. Because without sexuality/reproduction, the continuity of the lineage is not possible. Human cannot satisfy their intellectual and aesthetic curiosity without fully securing these three basic needs I mentioned. So, for the development of societies, the full execution of sexuality is indispensable... Even our social roles are determined according to the identities that constitute our gender.
Being in love as a state of sentimentality is an interesting human condition described as a chemical event. Humans have not found a formula to create a shared and continuous happiness with women or men. Because the event we call love can end when there is no aspect left for the parties to fully control or discover about each other. This situation can lead to meaningless conflicts, aggressions, and even one becoming a slave to the other... After that, fine saws, measurements, and cuts come into play. Now everything will be about how we protect this love, how we secure it.
Therefore, the chemical (!) event we call love is also the process of hiding weaknesses, flaws (physical or emotional), pushing them to an invisible place. In this process, human hides the true side he/she doesn't want to be seen and exaggerates the shiny charismatic side. However, emotionally, his/her weaknesses, flaws; in the physical sense, the aspect he/she doesn't like is hidden in the "side" that he/she doesn't want anyone to see. Likewise, a person's character is produced in his/her most secretive place. I've always thought that the more one wants to exaggerate any aspect, the more the aspect he/she wants to keep secret. The face one wants to show is, in a sense, a servant to the face one doesn't want to show. But to what extent... In the later stage, what poisons love is the revelation of these aspects that need to remain hidden.
After that, the words chosen to express emotions gain even more importance. Ahmet Altan expresses this situation in an essay as follows: "(...) What gives true colors to emotions are not what they contain within themselves, but other emotions that stand beside them; when the most affectionate feeling, considered as compassion, emerges alongside not being loved, it turns into a consolation full of insult." Altan is very right, sometimes we feel uncomfortable with the kindness or love shown to us. What bothers us is not the compassion or love we receive. It's feeling/seeing which feeling stands beside the word compassion or love. That place is where fears, doubts, jealousies reside.
Actually, love is a pathological condition of humans. Yes, love is a kind of illness. What else is love if not an illness that burns, tortures, leads to nightmare-like dreams, writhes, and leaves one breathless in jealousy crises but is not desired to heal? The problem of people being able to live with this illness for many years is related to whether the parties' illnesses match each other or not. Because the disease of love comes in various forms; deep or shallow... Compatible like a pot with its lid... If even diseases are not created for each other, such a state of love passes quickly.
There is a direct relationship between the awakening of human intellectual and aesthetic curiosities and being in love and sustaining love. Who can say that such a chemical event has no relation to the development of societies...
