Karagöz irons on my head: Online teaching with the puppets breathing down my neck


Karagöz has been “ironing my head” lately – read on to learn about this Turkish proverb (Image from https://fashionbeautyandstyle.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/beauty-review-ghd-eclipse/)

These days, the Karagöz puppets have been spending a lot of time in the classroom with me – more time than ever given that I am teaching an online class for the first time.

The puppets sit on the top of the couch behind me, as I sift through reams and reams of e-paper responses to discussion questions from my students.  For years, I have lamented the fact that it is so hard to get my students to speak up in class – or do their readings, for that matter.  Nowadays, they are talking my ear off and really thinking analytically.  Which is wonderful, but time-consuming when responding to each one with a cogent and hopefully thought-provoking response!   If this were my only task with my students, reading their work would make me happy…but let me tell you what is going on.

Now think about the last time someone talked you ragged, so to speak.  Not only am I being talked ragged by my students in terms of substance – the puppets are swinging their legs up on the couch behind me, commenting all the way on the lackadaisical nature of students’ approach to the writing of these responses.

“Can’t she find a dictionary?” Says Kenne the Queen of Manners (and of grammatical correctness, apparently)

“Since when are its and it’s the same thing!” Celebi, the modern lover laments.

“What is this text language doing in formal writing – R U Kiddin’ me LOLz?” Karagöz cackles from the side…if only the puppets would focus on the wonderful content of my students’ comments, and not on the bad spelling, grammar or use of text messaging language.

And that brings me to this “ironing on my head business.” Kafa ütülemek: It means “to talk too much for too long and bore someone”. It literally translates as “to iron someones head”. Sounds weird, doesn’t it?  Well, it perfectly describes how I feel about this aspect of online teaching.

 

What about you – what do you think about the concept of online teaching?

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The puppets celebrate a wedding on the Georgian border


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An impromptu wedding celebration dance at the Georgian border (Image by Liz Cameron)

The Karagöz puppets are all a-twitter about the upcoming Valentine’s day celebration.  Between valentine-making parties and the preparation of sweets, you can imagine that they haven’t been thinking much about blogging.

So this morning, I asked them to tell me a story about the best of love, something I could write a blog post about.  And of course, the puppets immediately reminded me of a special experience we had on the Georgian border a few months ago.

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It looks as if the road just drops off into the steep valley here at the Turkish-Georgian border (Image by Liz Cameron)

As they recalled, the puppets were a bit carsick after driving through the high-up switchback roads in the mountains on the Georgian-Turkish boarder…you can see one such road here.

It was no wonder they were so quiet and relatively unwilling to get out of the car at the end of the road – even if there was a lovely green park to explore.  I had to drag them along with me through the woods, their clothes got a little muddy as a result.

But what happened next really took all of our breath away.

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The young couple, off for a bit of exploring just after their wedding (Image by Liz Cameron)

Upon emerging from the woods after a short walk from the parking lot, we saw a young couple in their wedding clothes, ambling hand in hand by the side of a pristine mountainside lake.

But what was even more wonderful than that, was the fact that this couple in the blush of new love was being serenaded by a Turkish piper who just happened to be up at the lake with some of his buddies.

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The tulum player from Artvin seemed comfortable in his skin (Image by Liz Cameron)

Animated and full of hot air for the pipes, the piper played a range of Turkish folk tunes leaning towards the political (he was from Artvin, a well-known hotbed of leftists, as M. relayed to me).  M. translated some of the lyrics – which were clearly Gezi Park-inspired and anti-establishment in tune.  Nobody seemed to mind much.

Turks from the Black Sea region call this the guda in the Laz language, or the tulum in Turkish.  You can read more about the tulum here.  With a blow pipe on top and chanters on the bottom, the Tulum looks and sounds much like a modern-day bagpipe. Made from sheep or goat hide, it is allegedly commonly treated with nothing more than salt. And, although we did not witness this, according to tradition, a shot glass full of Raki, a homemade Turkish brandy of high alcohol content, is poured inside the Tulum after use. Its antiseptic qualities helps prevent the spread of bacteria and even prevents the pipes from rotting.

We were soon enveloped in a circle of dancers.  We presumed they were members of the wedding party but soon found out that this was just a motley crew of visitors to the lake all keen on celebrating the newly-married husband and wife.

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Teyze supervises the tulum player on the Georgian border (Image by Liz Cameron)

From the teyze (auntie) replete in her flowered pants and headscarf to the economics student from Istanbul and her friend from Denmark, nobody seemed out of place.  And while I am two left feet-personified in the dance department, nobody cared, and everyone just launched into the celebration of life and hope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Karagöz puppets have a psychotic experience in Bursa


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Karagöz puppet figures from Bursa’s Karagöz puppet museum (Image by Liz Cameron)

Recently, I went to visit the puppets while they were on sabbatical in Turkey.

We met up in Istanbul and took in some sightseeing in Safranbolu before heading to their point of origin – Bursa.

As you may know, Karagöz ve Hacivad were born in Bursa when it was the capital of the Ottoman Empire…that’s a long time ago, folks!

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Female Karagöz puppets are somewhat rare to see, as I understand it, and I was pleased to see many female characters at the museum (Image by Liz Cameron)

When I first visited the city in 2004, the puppets chose to inhabit my head in order to help me with my cross-cultural relationship.

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Cengi – or lady dancer puppet from the Karagöz puppet museum in Bursa (Image by Liz Cameron)

Of course this was done through some sort of time hop.  We are a magical realism-oriented blog, after all.

It’s been 11 years now since the puppets have been back to their birthplace.

So, of course, they wanted to head back on their sabbatical.

As we drove into the thriving metropolis, the puppets could barely contain their glee.  “Home at last! Home at last! Let’s go get some Iskander kebap!”  But before long, I decided that the amount of cholesterol we would imbibe with that kebap would be a detriment to the diet, so a trip to the Karagöz Museum was in order instead.  What better place to celebrate the history of Karagöz shadow puppetry?  What I didn’t expect is what unfolded next.

We noisily entered the empty museum with great vim and vigor.  Before long, the puppets were spread across the building, revelling in the numerous exhibits of Karagöz puppet characters.  Of course, all of the puppets in the cabinets came out to greet their old friends – but things got a little bit weird when the puppets began to meet THEMSELVES!

Karagöz stared at five to ten versions of himself, and just as he began to feel the room spinning, Hacivad Bey had the same experience.  As they are the two most famous Karagöz puppets, it was no wonder that they experienced a touch of psychosis and/or multiple personality disorder.  Most of the other puppets found themselves somewhere in the museum, with wild-eyes and hearts-a-beating!

But what really sent ALL of the puppets around the bend was the visit to the puppet-making room.  There, the Karagöz puppet master himself showed us how he uses patterns to trace the shapes of the puppets onto cured camel hides.  This is a see-through (albeit cloudy) piece of hide that is later colored.  As he whipped out his exacto knife to show us the technique, the entire Karagöz puppet troupe fainted in one fell swoop.

Have you ever had to administer smelling salts to that many Ottoman-era puppets living in your head? Not a fun time, I assure you.  I practically had to call out the Red Crescent emergency workers to help me.  All’s well that ends well, though, and thanks to a very thoughtful unnamed co-visitor, we even came home with some new friends.

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Karagöz puppet master showing us how he cuts cured camel skin in order to make these shadow puppets – he terrified the puppets with his exacto knife (Image by Liz Cameron)

 

 

 

 

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A mother with two children – something I have never seen before in Karagöz imagery. Was this the wife of Karagöz? Could he even sustain a wife? (Image by Liz Cameron)

 

 

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