February 2012
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Οι δέκα πιο παγωμένες πρωτεύουσες του κόσμου →
November 2011
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Yaşamaya Dair
Yaşamaya Dair
I Yaşamak şakaya gelmez, Living is no joke, büyük bir ciddiyetle yaşayacaksın you must live with great seriousness bir sincap gibi mesela, like a squirrel for example, yani, yaşamanın dışında ve ötesinde hiçbir şey beklemeden, I mean expecting nothing except and beyond living, yani bütün işin gücün yaşamak olacak. I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Yaşamayı ciddiye...
October 2011
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Invitation
Nazim Hikmet: Invitation Galloping from Far Asia and jutting out into the Mediterranean like a mare’s head this country is ours. Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bare and this soil spreading like a silk carpet, this hell, this paradise is ours. Shut the gates of plutocracy, don’t let them open again, annihilate man’s servitude to man, this invitation is ours.. To...
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August 2011
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July 2011
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Why can't I highlight like that? →
T-shirt Design Illustration Technique
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June 2011
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April 2011
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Absolutely pointless but fun!
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March 2011
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And a sort of creeping common sense
And a sort of creeping common sense stealing my youth away from me. I ventured life, I have gone bankrupt through an over expenditure of sympathy. Emotions have led me astray. Oh, if life was an improvisation! I meant to say a rehearsal. Maybe I’m not the one who improvises. Maybe Life is.
(Photo from http://karanj.tumblr.com/)
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October 2010
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BUIRNT NORTON
BUIRNT NORTON (No. 1 of ‘Four Quartets’)
T.S. Eliot
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Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to...
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July 2010
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June 2010
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May 2010
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April 2010
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I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help.
—from Moonlight Sonata. Translated by Peter Green and Beverly Bardsley. This is a comfortingly coherent view of the poem. I like Modernism in English poetry. I’d love to read the English translation of the “Morning star” as well.
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A little more than a series of jottings... →
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Poems found in translation →
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Infinity
I’ve always loved this single little hill, this hedgerow too, that holds so huge a part of the world’s flung horizon from my view. But as I sit and gaze interminable spaces beyond that hedge, a silence more than man’s and feelings delved from deepest peace. I conjure into mind until the heart is all but daunted. As I hear the wind rustle this hedgerow, so I must go on comparing,...
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Hope
Before I die I shall bake a cathedral.
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