About Serkan Engin

A Laz poet from Turkey, Serkan Engin was born in 1975 in Izmit, Turkey. He was influenced by his parents to study at the Navy Military Lycee, but was dismissed from the school in 1995 because of disciplinary problems and subsequently became a vigorous anti-militarist. His poems appear in more than fifty literary journals in Turkey.

In 2004, he published a poem manifesto, entitled "Imagist Socialist Poetry". He has been trying to launch a new movement in Turkish poetry and to this end has published numerous articles about literary theory. The basic mottoes of the movement are “Imagist in form, socialist in content“ and “If you have no fight, you don’t have any poem.”

His poems have been published in English in The Tower Journal, Poetry'z Own, Belleville Park Pages, The Writer’s Drawer, Poetry Super Highway, The Criterion and Mediterranean Poetry. Some of his poems appear in Japanese in the leading Japanese philosophy and poetry journal Shi to Shisou.

All the Notes of the World Symphony

Mt. Baker, Washington

I am a red Laz boat cruising on the mountains of Kurdistan where my Kurd and Turk brothers are burning by falling on the ground syllable by syllable None of the requiems is able to express the pain of the stone-throwing Kurdish children raped in the hell prisons of Fascist-Kemalism

I picked up Armenian roses from my dreams against racism in Turkey Impish sparrows of my hope are warbling Lazish on the shoulder of the life I am kissing in Greek the wet sentences of the night in the moonlight I am hugging the spring in Zazaki from the most petted place of its waist

We were burned million times at Auschwitz where conscience was dead Our dreams were bayoneted 72.000 times in Dersim with disgusting smile of savageness We were toys for torture plays in Iraq with American style “freedom” We were Alevi people shot street by street from the heart of the civilization in the cities of Maras and Corum We were 353.000 Pontian Greeks massacred by racist desires of bloody epaulets Western “civilization” ignored the slaughtered flowers on our collars in Srebrenitsa Our Armenian lullabies were annihilated 1.500.000 times in the bosom of Ararat They broke the arms of our freedom with stone in Palestine They chopped our childish enthusiasm with machetes in Rwanda

While profit pyramids of pharaoh arms industry companies are raising mephistophelian on dollar basis While the chairs and epaulets of glutton selfishness are growing fat

I refuse to add even one more letter at the tail of warmongering sentences Because I love all notes of the world symphony

SERKAN ENGIN July 2014 ...{read more}

Revenge of the Imagist Socialist Poetry


We are the revenge of all oppressed, despised, ignored, exploited, beaten, insulted, neglected, abused, molested humans in the world as being fighters for their rights with our poems and essays. ...{read more}

Imagist Socialist Poetry and Objective Reality

[Editor's note: Serkan Engin is a socialist Laz poet-author from Turkey. He aims to launch a new movement in Turkish poetry and to that end has published numerous articles about literary theory, beginning with his 2004 manifesto, "Imagist Socialist Poetry."]

Poetry is the organization of the poetic images around one one more themes, forming completeness, according to imagist socialist poetry. ...{read more}


rain girl

Dedicated to you…

I was born to loop my balmy dreams to your bleeding verses born to shout your childhood fads lost in a mute hell in front of everybody

I am the delicous revenge of all molested children spilling their pain into the purple shores of Orphanage I am the handsome anger of all neglected buds blooming on the lapel of Oppression

-Which holiness protected your most child letters written on the skies of Hope! ...{read more}

Delayed Saleslady


my hair is darkening to a lengthy loneliness lava has touched my lips, you consider as lipstick i have propped my heart against the lights of the showcase my tenuous dreams are hung on the shelves

there is a falling star in my night-patterned eyes all my wishes drop down to the floor and they are dispersed my legs are as cold as my poverty at the bus stops my missed youth is trickling through my eyelashes

: my delayed desires are my dowery ...{read more}

I Kissed You with Sparrows

I Kissed You with Sparrows by Serkan Engin / digital collage by D Raphael

We are kissing each other on the lips while hitting Love and wobbling around only the walls are barricade to our lust. ...{read more}