I propose a journey into imagination , in memory of the work of Ieronymus Bosch
The Roman aqueduct brought water to the Greek city
That the Turks called Belkis, named after the queen of Sabba
This theater was erected by the Romans
And restored by Atatürk: shure we are in Turkey, where cultures have been mixed since the dawn of time.
Thus, in Konya, the ancient Iconium of St. Paul, let us discover the mausoleum of another great saint, Jallal Ed-Din Rumi,
That everybody call, in Turkish, Mevlana: ‟our guide‟.
It is the founder of the whirling dervishes, of which here are some tombs.
Mevlana was the disciple of the great Sufi Shems ed-Din Tebrizi. But Atatürk was the first Muslim potentate to eradicate Sufism.
A door of the largest caravanserai of Turkey, that of the body ...
Then, smaller, that of the soul
And, immense and double, that of the Spirit.
And here we are in Cappadocia, in the imaginary traces of Jerome Bosch
Is it the Garden of Delights, which we discover?
Or another triptych, that of the hermits, for example?
Many of them lived here
In these chapels dug in the rock,
Real troglodyte village
How not to think that Hieronymus van Aaken
From Aaken, the town of Carolus the Great
Did not know of it,
In one way or another ?
Could he have come here?
Would any of his friends have stayed there?
In any case, these landscapes inspired him.
Let's cross this village
It takes us to the valley of Uchisar
Its underground cavities
Match the pink stone.
It is found in these nipples
From where it was drawn, like milk,
To feed the village and its inhabitants.
From this rock you can admire
The whole valley, dominated by Mount Erciyes.
Farther still, to the east, hides Mount Ararat, where Noah's Ark fails.
For here we are transported, with Jerome Bosch, before the deluge
In this imagination valley
Populated by fairy chimneys
Of goblins and elves
Once changed in stone
Like the woman of Lot in statue of salt.
To see the ruins of Sodom.
Are we transported
By the wand of a fairy
In Dante's Inferno
Or are we still
In a painting by Jérôme Bosch, by Albrecht Dürer,
Or of Peter Brueghel the Elder?
In any case, these places were
Sources of inspiration for many artists,
Like Antoni Gaudi, for the Pedrera.
Pashabagi means ‟the vine of the Lord‟, in Turkish
This reminds us of several parables ...
These crowned maidens seem to run, dressed
Like to get to a wedding.
From the valley of Zeminderesi,
Here we are at the village of Ibrahimpasha
The name of a great vizier of Soliman, of Orthodox origin.
The stones are extracted there, too,
From the surrounding hills,
Even the minaret.
After Cappadocia, the ruins of Pergé
Reminds us how civilizations
Even grandiose, remain mortal!
At the souk, everything is sold, everything is exposed
And this seal of Solomon made of beans shows us that this symbol is universal.
In the old town of Kaleiçi
The door of the dream closes ...