maybe i'm learning why the sea on the tide has no way of turning.
2004-benden git
geri dönme.

as an answer to: "i don't trust anything that bleeds for four days and does not die."

let me be your other.

.

I can not let you burn me up, nor can i resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
a. s. byatt / possession

2.02 the object is simple
wittgenstein, tractatus logico philosophicus

fin

you re a real louse.

so broken

vanilla sky

My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams I'm an idiot who knows he's about to wake up to reality. I could only avoid sleep. And I can. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I'm flying. Something free...never works.

and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time

colder

ismet

your sorry eyes cut through the bone
they make it hard to leave you alone

but i am tired of fighting

it is my heart and it is crumbling

gitmişsin.
artık dünya daha eğlencesiz bir yer.

her ölüm erken ölümdür
biliyorum tanrım.
ama,
ayrıca,
aldığın şu hayat
fena değildir...


senin için last night a dj,
senin için you can ring my bell,
free your mind,
le freak,
bundan böyle hep senin için.

déjà dit

dı-dıt dı-dıt dııı-dıt
dı-dıt dı-dıt dııı-dıt
dı dı dı dı dıt

beauty-full

what we know to be useless, but expect civilization to value is, beauty. - freud, civilization and its discontents

yakınlığın konforu.

her ilişkinin bir mezarı olmalı.
var.

just in time

you make it easy to let the past be done

ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten,
daß ich so traurig bin;
ein märchen aus alten zeiten,
das kommt mir nicht aus dem sinn.
die luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
und ruhig fließt der rhein;
der gipfel des berges funkelt im abendsonnenschein.
die schönste jungfrau sitzet dort oben wunderbar;
ihr goldnes geschmeide blitzet,
sie kämmt ihr goldenes haar.
sie kämmt es mit goldenem kamme
und singt ein lied dabei;
das hat eine wundersame,
gewaltige melodei.
den schiffer im kleinen schiffe
ergreift es mit wildem weh;
er schaut nicht die felsenriffe,
er schaut nur hinauf in die höh.
ich glaube, die wellen verschlingen am ende schiffer und kahn;
und das hat mit ihrem singen die lore-ley getan.


aus meinen grossen schmerzen, mach' ich die kleinen lieder.


heinrich heine

Güzel şiir? Bir yeri güzelse, o şiir güzeldir. Ama geri kalan bölümleri de ortalama düzeyi tutturmalı. Zaten öyle olur. O bir kıymık güzelliği yakalayabilen kimse, daha alt düzeye istese de inemez. (...)

Güzel kadın? Güzel kadın biraz başka benim için. Her şeyi güzel olacak, öyleyken de bu güzellik ufak bir noktada aksayacak. Yani bir kıymık çirkinlik taşıyacak

cemal süreya

recollections

there's wind that blows in from the north.
and it says that loving takes this course.
come here. come here.
no i'm not impossible to touch.
i have never wanted you so much.
come here. come here.
have i never laid down by your side.
baby, let's forget about this pride.
come here. come here.
well i'm in no hurry.
don't have to run away this time.
i know you're timid.
but it's gonna be all right this time.

//

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

w. h. auden

through the darkness of future
past the magician longs to see
one chants out between two worlds
'fire walk with me.'

- and how do you take your coffee, agent cooper?
- black as midnight on a moonless night...

miss u laura palmer.

tik tak

I believe in you my soul, the other I am
must not abase itself to you,
And you must not be abased to the other.
Loafe with me on the grass,
loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want,
not custom or lecture,
not even the best,
Only the lull I like,
the hum of your valved voice.

leaves of grass - whitman

new year's resolutions

alınması gereken bir sürü karar var. liste hazırlamalıyım.

1. 2004 ü artık bitir.

bittin oğlum sen.

She speaks, yet she says nothing. // romeo, shakespeare.