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The opening poem, "A Human head... ., is a characteristically irreverent take on the Orpheus myth that refuses the expected identification ("who is the nameless one? / The poet laughed, It isn't me") but nevertheless stands as a moving self-elegy: "Some day my veins will turn to bronze / and I won't hear, or make, a song".
As one of its two filmmaker heroes says, "It isn't me who loves film, but film who loves me".
But it isn't me.
What's Beşiktaş, if it isn't me?
"It isn't me!" Hachadourian says.
If anybody needs help, it isn't me.
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It is not me, American.
That it is not me.
It wasn't me.
But it wasn't me.
It wasn't me who was telephoning.
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