Osama, a portrait, 2002

The work is large and full of Beylerian's text excerpts, here are a few:


Dear Osama, 
Do they exist? 
Are they swelling inwards towards the frozen light?
The blinded path of desires exploited and imploding into man, Erupting like GAS lines, bombarding the railways with dissolving tears. 
Like acid, stirring up the coffins, the membranes.
What have the people done?
Who have fouled the presence of god, the dirt stained blood bath.
This is not the light; this is an imposter, from the foreign land, the homeland.
The Garden of Eden of bombs and rockets and madness
Spilling into the rivers of life, the sanctuary of purity.

Dear Osama,
What has happened to this world?
That we can justify killing.
Show me in the books
Where any truly realized man
Has given the go ahead.
Have you not children of this world?
Have the world not children?
I too am lost like you
Alone in the midst of night.
Cold chambers
That fill with smoke and death.
You are what you wish for.
What you dream of.
Like choosing a flavor of ice scream.
So how has it become that a man can
Choose such a life
And still feel like a
Hero?

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