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He's not trying to make up for any rhetoric. No, even if he says so, he does not open the door to veiled touches that refer to himself. He dives into unacceptable scary areas with dangerous enthusiasm. Ecstatic joy, lyrical anger, historical relevance and unity with realistic structure. What could be a good living poem? Apart from infecting the next time and age with the enthusiasm, anger, pain and joy of life with the exuberance and sincerity of the first day! That is why he is indifferent to temptations, indifferent to rewards, deaf to praise. It is both simple and complex. Because he is not speaking from a particular position. An unbending belief, yes! An indestructible will, okay! But it is also the sincere feeling of human grace, which is an enthusiastic and conscious being that finds the power to change and intervene within itself, and yet reserves as much space for itself as a bee, a sparrow, a butterfly, a flower in the cycle of nature, and does not stoop to more than that. In a way, it is a pure gem covered in ash and sand, dust and soil, that rare example of an ancient species that is about to disappear. His life and his words are equal, and the simplicity in his poetry is Gezgör himself.