haziranın bitebilirliği üzerine

o kadar pürüzsüz geçti ki haziran
hissetmedim.

geç kalmışlık hissiyatımı aldırdım.

she wore

the ballad of reading gaol - wilde

***
yet each man kills the thing he loves,
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word.
the coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword!

some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of lust,
some with the hands of gold:
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold

some love too little, some too long,
some sell and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears,
and some without a sigh:
for each man kills the thing he loves,
yet each man does not die.
***

//.

saf pazar sabahı modu

you say my love for you's not real
but you don't know how real it feels
all I want to do is to spend some time with you
so I can hold you, hold you
your sister says that I'm no good
i'd reassure her if I could
all I want to do is to spend some time with you
so I can hold you, hold you

t s eliot

what we call the beginning is often the end
and to make an end is to make a beginning
the end is where we start from. / little gidding

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

do i dare
disturb the universe?
in a minute there is time
for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
for i have known them all already, known them all: --
have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
i have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
i know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
so how should i presume?
and i have known the eyes already, known them all --
the eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
and when i am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
when i am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
then how should i begin
to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
and how should i presume? / the love song of alfred j prufrock

miles+hancock

all the love gone bad turned my world to black
tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll ever be yi dinledim bugun

bir şarkının bende gelebileceği son noktaya gelmiş kendisi.
hoşgeldin.

music sounds better with me

[twenty-nine pearls in your kiss, a singing smile,
coffee smell and lilac skin, your flame in me.
i'm only here for this moment.
i know everybody here wants you.]


"All I know is I'm losing my mind," Franny said. "I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting-it is, it is. I don't care what anybody says." - franny and zooey

birilerinden alıntı yapmayı yazmaya tercih etme durumu var, evet. :: life itself is a quotation, j l borges. :: Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation, o wilde. :: I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation, b shaw. ::

ooof

aşkım da değişebilir gerçeklerim de
pırılpırıl dalgalı bir denize karşı
yangelmişim dizboyu sulara
hepinize iyi niyetle gülümsüyorum
hiçbirinizle döğüşemem
siz ne derseniz deyiniz
benim bir gizli bildiğim var
sizin alınız al inandım
sizin morunuz mor inandım
ben tam dünyaya göre
ben tam kendime göre
ama sizin adınız ne
benim dengemi bozmayınız

t. u.

drops

robert desnos

I've dreamed of you so much that you're losing your reality.
Is it already too late for me to embrace your literal, living and breathing physical body and to kiss that mouth which is the birthplace of that voice which is so dear to me?
I've dreamed of you so much that my arms--which have become accustomed to lying crossed upon my own chest after attempting to encircle your shadow--might not be able to unfold again to embrace the contours of your literal form, perhaps.
So that coming face-to-face with the actual incarnation of what has haunted me and ruled me and dominated my life for so many days and years might very well turn me into a shadow.
Oh equilibriums of the emotional scales!
I've dreamed of you so much that it might be too late for me to ever wake up again.
I sleep on my feet, body confronting all the usual phenomena of life and love and yet when it comes to you--you, the only being on the planet who matters to me now--
I can no more touch your face and lips than I can those of the next random passer-by.
I've dreamed of you so much, have walked and talked and slept so much with your phantom presence that perhaps the only thing left for me to do now is to become a phantom among phantoms, a shadow a hundred times more shadowy than that shifting shape which moves and which will go on moving, stepping lightly and happily across the sundial of your life.

adore my idol

sesin, okuduklarım, gözlerim...
aslında artık bu kadar fark etmeyeceğini bilseydim 2-3-4-5 ay önce, daha çok ağlardım seninle. belki her şey daha çabuk olurdu. olurmuydu?
zamanlamamız müthiş. zaman bizim için çok dakik.
daha önce yaşadığımız bir mizansen, farklı yerlerde. ama daha önemlisi farklı kişilerle. ne sen gördükleri karşısında içi ürperen kızsın artık, ne de duydukları karşısında hıçkıran kız, benim.
kendim için endişelenmiyorum ama
sen

bilene bilene tükenen bıçak,
bir şeyler yap,
eskimeden gökyüzünün kutlu maviliği...

vay be.

birds flying high you know how i feel
sun in the sky you know how i feel
reeds drifting on by you know how i feel
it's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life for me
and i'm feeling good



teoride melek
pratikte tanrı

playlist

do you applaud fear do you hold it near are you afraid to live your life the way i perceive in my arms i’ll catch you do you mind if i always love you heaven’s gonna burn your eyes

all i need is a little time, to get behind this sun and cast my weight, all i need is a peace of this mind, then i can celebrate. all in all there's something to give, all in all there's something to do, all in all there's something to live,
with you ...

is this what you want? do you want a piece of mine? tell me now are you short of cash? our thing was made to last tell me, tell me now, tell me why

a kiss is not just a kiss a smile is more than a smile maybe we get together maybe forever maybe just for a while i've seen the look in your eye i've seen you wondering why
there's a centre of gravity brings you near to me nearer all the time and I'm hypnotised petrified every time you walk by and i can't get you out of my mind

this love i think i'm gonna fall again and ever when you held my hand it didn't mean a thing, this love

there is a place look for me here there is a place look for me there oh my love don't take it too serious

sometimes the things i do astound me mostly whenever you're around me lately i seem to walk as though i have wings and to sing like someone in love

if all the statues in the world would turn to flesh with teeth of pearl
would they be kind enough to comfort me the setting sun is set in stone and it remains for me alone to carve my own and set it free

chihiro

mad

honey

does that scare you? i'll let you run away
and my big secret - gonna win you over
slow like honey, heavy with mood

and you'll wonder what it is about me

o. w.

some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go