An academician, poet, writer and photographer, Nurullah Genç was born in Horasan, Erzurum. He graduated from the Economics and Business Sciences Department of Atatürk University. In his academic career he accomplished a professorship in 2001. Nurullah Genç currently serves as the member of the Central Bank’s General Assembly. From 1980 on, his poems and writings have appeared in many literary magazines such as Türk Edebiyatı (Turkish Literature), Aylık Dergi (Montly Magazine, Nesil (Generation), Sur (Rampart), Gurbet (Foreign Land), Mina, Kardelen (Snowdrop), Palandöken, Karçiçeği (Snow Flower), Yolcu (Passenger), Güneysu, Dolunay (Full Moon), Aydili (Moon Language), Ayvakti (Moon Time), İkindi Yazıları (Late Afternoon Writings), Bu Ülke (This Country), Bizim Külliye (Our Complex), and Dil ve Edebiyat (Language and Literature). In poetry contests he has received many first prizes and other awards. His career as a photographer started in 2008, and his participation in various national and international events have been recognized with various awards. He has published 10 books of professional work, 19 poetry collections and 3 novels.
Resistance the pieces of the earth broken in the backdrop of the soul resistance is something else crying in the eyes of the children in the wheat ears of loneliness from the ginger scented wings they lay kites on the ground the resistance of the birds is different death is in waiting on their beaks it gets its polish from kalu kâlu belâ* in their glasses, time is a kufic chant of hu the resistance of the mirrors the red turns into a rose in their hands and of the white spilled in the streets sorrow was about to take a long road in their folds from the place where horses rear up the time travelers a trumpet call it is yet another type of resistance oh the Red Sea what kind of feeling is to silence the darkness the drops as green as grass the resistance of the waters goes through the distiller of love and separation and it is the heroic act of those waters only it is the resistance of the mountains it does not allow the thieves to pass there are loud cries striking fear at the hearts of the giants treason which is an incense scented oleander oozes from the crack of the brain the sills of the windows are vibrated when push comes to shove they get equipped with the lock of the feat of the world the resistance of the doors is something else the resistance of the skies of the earth of the flame of the wind of a land of a grievance against the tyrants of the time the resistance of the age a dream is something else so is a life the resistance of the standard Seems to be something different Nurullah Genç English Translation by Mesut Şenol