little drop of poison

noviembre

WINGS

OF

FLYABLE

"The specifically human environment is neither biological nor social, but linguistic."

ad

kurşunların ve kuşların

birlikte uçtuğu,

süzülerek yumuşacık bulutlardan içeri,

bir çocuğun ensesinden dışarı,

çıktığı zamanlar;

kiminle yaşıyorsak

ordayız hala.

burda olan

adımız.

to look life in the face

always

to look life in the face

and to know it

for what it is

and at last

to know it

to love it

for what it is

and then

to put it away

"Suddenly, I don't know what to say. It happens often to me. I know what I want to say, I think about whether

it is what I mean, but when the moment comes to speak, I can't say it."

Nana Kleinfrankenheim

life is too cold here to stand. life is too far here to catch. life is too long to write, too short to strive.

who knows who cares.

who believes that life is real.

who bares.

to bear the defeat is harder than to be defeated.

to conceal your thought is courtesy,

to conceal yourself is virtue.

duyuyor musun?

mortal sins. for all mortal beings.

here is not my home

home is everywhere;

in every single molecule of clouds

in every single field of grass

in every single hair,

smile

and glance.

my soul is everywhere,

everywhere is my home,

my soul is my home.

dear! dear!

not here.

thanks to beer.

The Dispossessed

You cannot buy the Revolution.

You cannot make the Revolution.

You can only be the Revolution.

It is in your spirit or, it is nowhere.

Arvo Pärt

rubiats

Were it not folly, spider-like to spin

The thread of present life away to win --

What? for ourselves, who know not if we shall

Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!

**

I sent my soul through the invisible,

Some letter of that after-life to spell:

And after many days my soul return'd

And said "Behold, Myself am Heav'n and Hell."

**

Then said another --"Surely not in vain

My substance from the common Earth was ta'en,

That he who subtly wrought me into shape

Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

**

With them the seed of wisdom did I sow,

And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:

And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd --

"I came like water and like wind I go."

**Translated to English in 1859 by Edward FitzGerald

make up

someday somebody will come and change your mind about friday..

Elias's rules in my room

bubbles from senses