2756) "After Writing For Armenians All My Life, I Am Beginning To Hate Turks Less." An Armenian Poet

To know better does not always mean to know the truth, and what's the use of knowing better if what you know is a lie?
The lower they sink, the higher their opinion of themselves. Psychologists have a word for this abnormality: they call it compensation. . .

Even people who hate doctors are glad to see them when they are in need of their help. The same does not apply to critics in an environment where everyone has somehow managed to convince himself that God is on his side, he is in good hands, and he never had it so good.
There will always be a demand for our weeklies if only because Armenians love to see their names in print. Our editors know this and they cram in as many names in every issues as they can.
One should never speak well of oneself – it smacks of boasting, and to boast is to confess a weakness, namely one's dependence on flattery, even if the flattery is self-administered.
Some comedians specialize in insulting their audience, and these comedians become popular because most people would rather be insulted than ignored.
In a letter from an Armenian poet: "After writing for Armenians all my life, I am beginning to hate Turks less."
Most people are careful not to make the same big mistake twice. The same does not apply to small mistakes which are classified as habits.

Since I don't do much traveling, I enjoy going places by proxy. I just finished reading Farley Mowat's big book on Siberia – SIBIR: MY DISCOVERY OF SIBERIA (Toronto, 1970) – a fascinating place that has attracted many travelers, among them Chekhov.

Mowat writes that Russians love partying and their favorite drinks are Georgian wine and Armenian cognac. I suspect our cognac has done more damage to the Soviets – if only to their livers and longevity – than all their dissidents and ours combined.

I am now reading Paul Theroux's GHOST TRAIN TO THE EASTERN STAR: ON THE TRACKS OF THE GREAT RAILWASY BAZAAR (New York, 2008), where he revisits places that he first wrote about thirty years ago – from London to Tokyo and all the way back via Siberia. Theroux is one of my favorite travel writers and his PILLARS OF HERCULES, about the countries on the Mediterranean coast, is a classic in the genre.

When told by a Romanian academic that Turkey cannot join the EU for another ten years because “they have problems with human rights of the Kurds and the Armenians,” Theroux dismisses Kurdish demands as unreasonable, “and the Armenian business was a hundred years ago.” He goes on to identify himself as “a mild Turkophile” and reflects that “the massacre of Armenians a century ago, the later expulsion of Greeks, and the Kurdish outrages and Turkish reprisals are lamentable facts of Turkish history; still, no city in Asia is so self-consciously reform-minded and it is lucky in its writers, who are public intellectuals in the European mode – Orhan Pamuk was one of the many who denounced the downplaying of the Armenian slaughter.

He represented a public conscience.” I should like to see one of our own writers in that role.


While in Istanbul, Paul Theroux has long conversations with several Turkish writers, among them Orhan Pamuk and the young, dynamic, outspoken, and stunningly attractive Elif Shafak.

Speaking of Pamuk's trial, he writes it was a case of “a lion being judged by donkeys.” “Pamuk's crime,” he explains, “ was his mentioning to a Swiss journalist that 'a million Armenians and thirty thousand Kurds were killed in this country and I'm the only one who dares to talk about it.'”

“Turkey has amnesia,” Elif Shafak tells him. “Turks are indifferent to the past, to old words, to old customs...We need to know about the Armenians.”

Another speaks “about the burden of being a Turkish writer abroad. Westerners whose knowledge of Turkey was limited to MIDNIGHT EXPRESS and doner kebab would challenge them saying, What about the Armenians? What about the Kurds? How come you torture people?”

In Baku we learn that there are Armenocentric Azeris as surely as there Turcocentric Armenians.

“Azerbaijan is a police state,” Theroux is informed by a foreign diplomat. “TV is controlled. Print media is somewhat free, but an opposition editor was gunned down last year.”

An Azeri tells him America should declare war against Iran because Iranian are bad people, but “Armenians are worse...In the 1990s they had captured the Azeri province of Nagorno-Karabagh, killing 20,000 Azeris and displacing a million more.”

“In football, Armenia is our enemy. In life too,” another Azeri tells him.

And, “We are overwhelmed by emotions! Armenians don't make any distinction between Turks and Azeris. Hey, it's all about 1915. When I was at Harvard, I met Armenians from Yerevan and had no problems. But Armenians from Watertown were very belligerent.”

“...in March 1918 in an Armenian uprising, Armenians killed 30,000 Azeris.”

Paul Theroux may identify himself as a moderate Turkophile but what's uppermost in his mind is to be objective, to report rather than to editorialize. We could learn from him.
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Comment from A Reader: Cannot resist - good for the Armenians from Watertown.

Always keep in mind that you will never be able to make a living by sharing your wisdom with readers who are wiser than you.
No matter how good you are, you will have your critics, some of whom would gladly stone you to death. Think of Tolstoy on Shakespeare, Schopenhauer on Hegel, Turgenev on Dostoevsky, Russell on Sartre, and Sartre on himself.
When asked which church or community center you go to, say “I am with the good guys.”
The three pillars of fascism are: nationalism, anti-intellectualism, and anti-Semitism. I may have told you this before but some things bear repeating, maybe not as often as first nation this and first nation that, but at least once or twice a year.
One of our skinheads, who had verbally abused me for several years on a daily basis, once called to apologize. We had a long conversation. Shortly thereafter it became clear that he had not called to apologize but to gather more ammunition against me.
When it comes to enemy propaganda, we have 20/20 vision. When it comes to our own, we are blind.

To forgive does not necessarily mean to forget. On the contrary. To forgive sometimes means to remember forever after and to wonder what the hell was it that cornered you into such an unArmenian act as forgiving a scumbag who doesn't deserve to live.
To forgive in order to appear magnanimous or to assert moral superiority is closer to vengeance than to forgiveness.
Forgiveness, real forgiveness, is rooted in the realization that you are not much different from your enemy and that you may even be worse.
When control freaks speak of freedom, they mean their freedom, your subservience.
In a convent:
“I will ask you two easy questions and a hard one. What's the name of the first man?”
“That's easy: Adam.”
“What's the name of the first woman?”
“That's easy too: Eve.”
“What did Eve say when she first saw Adam?”
“O my! That's a hard one!”
I saw six men kicking and punching my mother-in-law. My wife said, “Aren't you going to help” I said, “No. Six should be enough.”

God is the Unknown and the Unknowable. Truth resides not in places we have seen but in inaccessible dimensions about which we know nothing.
After defining military defeat as moral victory, we feel justified in identifying ourselves as perennial winners. Ah! The magic power of words and the irresistible temptation of confusing propaganda with reality.
One man's terrorist, we are told, is another's freedom fighter. One man's believer is another's infidel. One man's hero is another's bloodthirsty barbarian. I may pretend to understand these things but I am as confused as the rest of mankind, except of course the heroic freedom fighter who believed hw is following the Guidance. Or is it the brainwashed dupe who will believe anything that flatters his loathsome little ego?
To speak in the name of God and do the Devil's work: it takes perverted logic to reach such abysmal depths of moral degradation.
The greater the cultural achievements of a nation, the greater its depths of moral debasement. After Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms, Hitler, Goebbels, and Himmler. After Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, Stalin and Beria.
So you think I stress the negative and ignore the positive? Suppose you are hungry. You walk into a restaurant and order a big bowl of your favorite soup; and as you are about to enjoy it, you notice a fly in it. When you point that out to the waiter, he tells you 99% of your soup is fly-free. Why concentrate on the negative and ignore the positive?

All ideologies begin as belief systems and end as bureaucracies; and all bureaucracies might as well be interchangeable. What failed in the United States and the Soviet Union is neither capitalism nor communism but “the invisible hand” of faceless bureaucrats.
If so far we have failed to learn from history it's because history and propaganda are mutually exclusive concepts, and our propaganda tells us we know all there is to know and there is nothing wrong with us – it's all the fault of the rotten world in which we live.
It's unbelievable the number of things people will avoid saying in order to achieve popularity. I could never acquire that particular talent – or is it tactic?
Smart Armenians are a dime a dozen. Honest Armenians – that's different.
In our environment, the higher they rise, the more crooked they get.
A fellow Armenian (a white-haired elderly no-nonsense type) knocks on my door, introduces himself, barges in, and demands to know if I am really an atheist. I tell him I don’t believe in the god of our priests. He is too puzzled by my answer to pursue the matter. What I fail to add is that, the true atheist is he who uses someone else’s crucifixion to make a comfortable living.

To agree in the name of an ideology or belief system is to conspire against the majority of mankind.
Speech and honesty can be a lethal combination.
The danger is not in worshiping false gods but in worshiping the devil in the name of god.
When a loser's dreams come true, they turn into nightmares.
The more successful you are in fooling men, the less successful you will be in fooling reality.
Armenian etiquette: If you are wrong you will be corrected. If you are right you will be insulted.
And now, from the general to the specific:

How to explain the decline of our cultural standards when compared with those of the turn-of-the-century Ottoman Empire and pre-Stalin Soviet Union? The answer must be: the philistinism of our bosses, bishops, and benefactors combined with the opportunism of our academics.

We are smart, no doubt about that. We are as smart as any nation you care to mention. We may even be smarter than some. But we have been systematically moronized by our leadership. We have been as systematically moronized as any nation under a corrupt and incompetent leadership that has collaborated with some of the most brutal, ruthless, and bloodthirsty regimes in the history of mankind. And it has collaborated to the point of betraying and murdering its greatest intellects.

If you want to know more on the subject of systematic moronization, I urge you to read Asne Seierstad's THE ANGEL OF GROZNY (New York, 2008), a masterpiece of contemporary journalism that deals with recent developments in Chechnya and the evils of Russian and Chechen nationalism.
The very same readers who tell me not to open old wounds, never give up blabbering endlessly about older wounds.
I have never heard a loud-mouth charlatan or fanatic to admit error, which may suggest, the louder they are, the more infallible they consider themselves to be.
Some of our most ardent nationalists live in self-imposed exile, and when war breaks out in the Homeland, they selflessly allow others to do their killing and dying for them.

Whenever I am told to be more positive, I think of Homer who begins his story with a rape and ends with the destruction of Troy. And what do we learn from the ODYSSEY? Only this: even when one is engaged in as innocent an undertaking as going home, one will have to deal with obstructionists.

If you dismiss Homer's testimony as suspect on the grounds that he was an unbeliever, let's consider the Bible: Why did the Good Lord introduce a serpent in the Garden?

There are those who maintain it was not the Lord who did that but the CIA. But I for one don't believe everything I am told, and that's where my troubles begin. When I am told, for example, that we are better or smarter than the Greeks because we no longer believe in many gods some of whom fornicated with mortals, all I can say is that, that's true, we have made some progress in that department. We believe in only one God who is divided into three, and only one of the three, the Holy Ghost, engaged in the business of impregnating a mortal.

The Greeks condemned Socrates to death because he said “Of the gods we know nothing.” Christians, by contrast, persecuted and killed only those who did not share their dogmas, lies, and propaganda.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Or, as the French are fond of saying, “Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme merde.”

Our faith in Athena, goddess of wisdom, has collapsed, but the Parthenon stands. We are made of stardust, and it is the dust that will survive.
We are careful to admit only the failings we think we have overcome.
Our Turcocentric ghazetajis think humor is pro-Ottoman.
In his WISDOM OF THE SANDS, Saint-Exupery tells us to be aware of misguided pity. There are beggars, he explains, who love to cling to their stench and to expose their sores.
A self-appointed commissar of culture may qualify as a potential murderer but not as a critic.
"For a smart man, you can be very naïve!" a trial lawyer, who is also a good friend, tells me. I don’t know about smart but I am worse than naïve when I get emotionally involved. Emotion reduces a complex reality into a one-dimensional extension of ourselves. Emotion, writes Sartre somewhere, attempts to change the world by means of magic. What could be more primitive?
Saint-Simon: “My self-esteem has always increased in direct proportion to the damage I was doing to my reputation.”
Tolstoy: “The higher I rise in the opinion of others, the lower I sink in my own.”
Writers like Naregatsi, Raffi, Baronian, Odian, Zarian, Shahnour, Massikian, among many others, prove that criticism and patriotism are not incompatible concepts; blind patriotism by contrast is almost always symptomatic of fascism.

2733) Two Men, That Never Met, Some 10.000 Miles Apart, Thinking And Writing On Almost Equal Values

Dear All,

1- Attached, please find my speech delivered in London LSE on Jan.30th, 2009, under the title : “GLOBALIZATION ? YES! But of humane values and ethics, FIRST!” In my speech, I had used some excerpts from a prominent Armenian writer to prove equal values of decency in humans so much apart, and which is the core of world peace and harmony.

2- Having returned home, I have surfed ARA HOME PAGE. . http://baliozian.blogspot.com and read his updated wise remarks starting from Feb.4th, going backwards to Jan. 24th.

Much that I may sound strange in my writings and speeches, because I don’t wag any tails, Ara bey has won my respect and appreciation for his sincerity and philosophical and psychological analogies.

This is an excellent self-evidence, that where sincerity, intelligence, decency and courage prevail, there can be no conflict or animosity between “persons with tolerance and reason”!

Moreover, are we supposed to be archenemies just because we are of separate ethnicities or carry different passports? Ara would answer; B.S. and I would say “DAMN RIGHT”…to those dupes who are slaves of their idiocy! Farewell to dupes; Hi ! To truthful persons!

Sukru S. Aya

Because they can't promise peace and prosperity, nationalists promise power and glory, and what mortal can resist two divine attributes? (“For thine is the power and the glory.”)
There are many schools of criticism, the most common are envy-driven and revenge-driven.
I have yet to meet an anti-Semite who wasn't a bully.
Churchill on de Gaulle: “What can you do with a man who looks like a female llama surprised when bathing?”
Under the Soviets we experienced despotism, intolerance, censorship, corruption, abuses of power, and purges (a euphemism for the systematic slaughter of the best and the brightest). And yet, there are those who assert the Soviets ushered in a renaissance of arts and culture. Who says Armenians are smart? Only Armenian dupes who think they are thinking even as they recycle enemy propaganda.
Nabokov's aristocratic contempt for lower-class writers like Dostoevsky, Mann, and Sartre reminds me of the king who, after the premiere of DON GIOVANNI, said to Mozart: “Too many notes.”
Once, when I was the regular book-reviewer of several Armenian-American weeklies, I receive a book of memoirs by a rug merchant with a note that said, the longer the review, the bigger the check in the mail.
The universal and irresistible temptation to appear smarter or better than we are.

In his impressions of Siberia, an American traveler writes that whenever he wanted to say “good” in Russian, he would say, “horror show” (=horosho). Reminds me of Rosalind Russell in A MAJORITY OF ONE saying “You're welcome” in Japanese sounds like “Don't touch my mustache” (= Doitashimasta”).
From a televised interview with deputy prime minister of Chechnya, Ramzan Kadyrov, a puppet of Putin:
“What do you like doing best?”
“Fighting. I'm a soldier.”
“And when there's no one left to fight?”
“I have bees, bulls, fighting dogs.”
“What else to you like?”
“Partying. I love women.”
“And your wife doesn't mind?”
“I do it secretly.”
From THE ANGEL OF GROZNY by Asne Seierstad (New York, 2008, page 100).
A moderate pacifist doesn't have a chance against a warlike fanatic.
When an Armenian realizes he cannot settle his score with Turks, he moves on to an easier target – his fellow Armenians, and the more defenseless the better.
We learn from failure. Success has the opposite effect.
It is good to be smart but not to appear to be smart – especially if one is an ass.
As a child I was brought up to believe all Turks go to hell. As an adult I know that not all Armenians go to heaven.

If Naregatsi, Raffi, Baronian, Odian, and Zarian, among many others, failed, what are our chances of success? Next to nil! We may, however, succeed if the “angularity of time” is in our favor. Life is unpredictable, the future uncertain, and the world as dangerous a place as the mouth of a volcano. Who would have thought that American capitalism would one day degenerate to socialism for the rich? Who would have imagined that three multi-millionaire chief executive officers, hostile to unions, would come to Washington in their private jets, united, begging for taxpayers' money?
We are much more transparent than we think we are, and we expose ourselves more not by what we say but by what we avoid saying.
Why should anyone care what a marginal scribbler thinks or says? -- unless of course he exposes a wound, at which point he becomes a nuisance, a menace, a disturber of the peace, and an enemy of the people.
There are those who read me for the sheer pleasure of sending me abusive e-mails, and they are my best sources of stimulation.
Why fight an adversary who is his own worst enemy? Why kill a man who is hanging himself?
You start winning when you no longer care whether you win or lose.
It is only when you try to change the status quo that you acquire a better understanding of the powerful forces that hold it together.

In Athens, I read him in Greek, in Venice in Italian, and in Canada in English. He sounded good in all of them.
The three books that I enjoyed most:


What I loved about them was their spontaneity. It was this quality that encouraged many boys to become writers – most of them, like Kerouac and his followers, mediocrities.

I saw Saroyan only once in the 1950 in a schoolyard in Kokinia, a suburb of Athens. He spoke very briefly, with a booming voice, in Armenian, to an audience of about a hundred fellow countrymen. His two children were with him. Afterwards people went up to him, shook his hand, and exchanged a few words. I was too intimidated to follow their example.

About twenty years later, I wrote him a letter asking for an interview. A few years passed before I heard from him. He apologized for the delay, agreed to the interview, complained about a recent interview with an Armenian poet (who was later murdered in Moscow), mentioned Zarian (he knew him but couldn't figure him out, he said). To my astonishment he also said he read everything I write and wanted to know if I have written any fiction. In reply I sent him some of my published fiction but I never heard from him again. Someone who knew Saroyan well once said to me: “Saroyan is interested only in Saroyan.”

In the memoirs of his son Aram, and wife, Carol Matthau (referred to as “Carol Saroyan Saroyan” in Truman Capote's last and unfinished nonfiction fiction, ANSWERED PRAYERS, because she married him twice) Saroyan appears as a wholly unSaroyanesque character. Being Armenian looks easy only in Saroyan’s fiction. In reality it is such a demanding enterprise that most Armenians give up the effort and assimilate, and I for one do not blame them.
The most amusing line that I remember from Carol Matthau's memoirs: “As Armenians like to say, when I say la, understand lalabloo.”

Flattering the scum of the earth does not qualify as love of one's fellow men.
Mahatma Gandhi was not awarded the Nobel Peace Prize but Arafat was.
My brilliant career: from a young man to watch to an old junkyard pit bull to be avoided.
If like me, you were brought up on a steady diet of propaganda, you should have more questions than answers.
Barbarians may be civilized. It is much more difficult with riffraff.
To top dogs, words like democracy and human rights are just words that hardly register on their consciousness. To underdogs like me they may well be a matter of life and death.
Etienne de Silhouette (1709-1767): French politician and financier under Louis XV who balanced the budget by taxing the privileged classes and the rich. His enemies gave his name to linear designs as a symbolic reference to the condition to which his victims (those he taxed) were reduced by the time he was through with them.
No one believes anyone who assesses himself, and only gullible fools believe in gypsy fortune-tellers. To those who say, sometimes gypsies can be right, I say, they may well be, but an Armenian who brags never is.

We sometimes forget that our revolutionaries, as well as dictators like Stalin, Hitler, and Mao, began their political careers as dissidents; but the only important lesson they appear to have learned is that, if it is easier to silence dissent, engaging in dialogue is a waste of time.
Even as they dig us deeper into the hole, they speechify about the light at the end of the tunnel.
On Armenian TV, a schoolmarm was delivering a report to a silent audience. At one point when she mentioned someone's contribution of a thousand dollars to the school, the audience woke up with a thunderous applause.
To think someone else's thought is not thinking. To think, to really think, means to explore the not-yet-thought.
The brainwashed cannot think; they can only think they are thinking.
Understanding is a solitary endeavor. Prejudice is gang-driven.
What is literature? In the preface of a history of French Literature I read the following: “Literature is not just something that writers produce. Oral literature preceded written literature and it has always coexisted with it. Conversation, unless it is purely utilitarian, is also a form of literature.”

What happens when two Armenians disagree? The answer must be, they produce anti-literature.

It is written “You can't cook pilaf with words.” It is also written “Soft words can break bones.”
Once upon a time a man went all over the world in search of buried treasure only to discover on his return home that it was buried in his own backyard.
Moral: It's a waste of time searching wisdom in what you don't know.
To be the slave of former slaves is not freedom.
In a recent edition of the PETIT LAROUSSE ILLUSTRÉ (the most widely used French-language reference work) there is an entry on Talaat Pasha wherein we read about what an Armenian did to him as opposed to what he did to the Armenians. As a matter of fact, there is only one Armenian mentioned and that is in the final line, which reads: “He was assassinated by an Armenian.” The innocent reader is left with the impression that some bloodthirsty crazed Armenian victimized an innocent Turkish statesman.
In all fairness to LAROUSSE: in its entry on ARMENIA we read: “1915: The Young Turks committed genocide (1,500,000 victims).”

DIKRAN THE GREAT is identified as a Parthian. Armenian emperors of Byzantium are not identified as Armenian; neither are such Armenian writers as Adamov and Troyat.

Pierre Gaxotte: “There is no such thing as History, there are only historians.”

Ara Baliozian

Reader's Comment

Compliments (overall) Comments (on a few) and Contemporary Notes (from a regular Baliozian reader):

Below message just sent by an Armenian reader to “Turkish Forum”, speaks the “truth of the Ara’s analogy”:

Dear Glorious Hunnic Members,
Our glorious strategy of turning brother Obama (a crypto-Turk of the African Turkic Tribes!)against the evil Armenians, Greeks and Assyrians is working. He is giving us all the secret signals that he will not use the dreaded G word or help the Armenians. Only then will the world's 100 million Turks be able to sleep at night, free from oppression. First, we saw him eating Turkish taffy last week. I believe it was abba-zabba. Second, we cleverly tested him by ordering from Netflix a copy of Midnight Express for White House delivery. The White House did not accept delivery.

What trues sign could there be? Third, he made small talk at a Turkish grocery store in Canada last week.

Not an Armenian or Lebanese store, a proud, superior Turkish grocery store. We will be reading coffee grounds tonight. If someone teaches us how. Oh mighty sons of Ergenekon, the signs are there. We will prevail Awoooo-ooo.

I envy Balozian’s readings and thank for the few lines he shares with his own readers. Yet, “Orhan Pamuk” much of the fanfare and the Nobel prize (he was given only -after he said that one million Armenians and thirty thousand Kurds were killed by Turks-) is one of the book writers, “whose books are sold in good quantities, but very rarely they are read to the end”. As regards the strength of the sources he depended on when making this speech, his (and Elif Shafak’s) knowledge, is limited to only the books shown to them by the Zoryan Institute and the reputed Dadrian. I doubt if any of these two persons, have truly read “any of the books I have shown as reference”, (not to mention all others enlisted in my bibliography, but which I knowingly did not use). Elif Shafak’s husband is the editor of an English Daily with certain inclinations, and if it were not for Maureen Freely who did the English translation of Orhan Pamuk’s books, his writings probably would have failed even a grammar test! On history and some of the explanations given in some of the Turkish books, he definitely is “no lion or learned man!”

Those who cannot provide food – comfort – happiness while living, generously promise ALL in afterlife!

To complete the proverb on “pılaf” here is another: “The boat carrying cheese does not move by words”!

“REPLY to LAROUSSE FAIRNESS”: (Armenian population in the Ottoman Empire – my book p.303)

(l) 1.3.1914 Report French-Armenian committee for Land distribution (in the Autonomous Sections by General Inspectors – if WW1 was not to annul it) 1.280.000 living 1912 - British Blue Book Annual Register 1.056.000 or 1915 Lepsius J 1.600.000

Question # 1: How can you kill 1.500.000 persons when only 1.280.000 lived in those places.

Question # 2: How can you kill 1.500.000 persons (HS 106) in 1915-1923 but when the joint US Congress Senate resolved on 22.4.1922 that 1.414.000 were alive at the end of 1921?

Question # 3: Which one am I to believe as reliable? Can someone teach elementary maths, please?

Conclusion: Do not believe anyone for sure! Make your own guessing amidst several leads!

From Mevlana: “Yesterday is gone my friend, with all that was said! Let us have something fresh for today”!

Thanks and best regards (from 10.000 km distance but similar mental frequencies)!

Sukru S. Aya


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