Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Monday, 2 May 2011
Friday, 22 April 2011
eylül akşamı
"belki benim kağıt param, bir şekilde döne dolaşa, senin cebine girmiştir..olamaz mı? olabilir.."
Etiketler:
bülent ortaçgil
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Friday, 15 April 2011
Thursday, 14 April 2011
"If one has to imagine someone else's pain on the model of one's own, this is none too easy a thing to do: for I have to imagine pain which I do not feel on the model of the pain which I do feel. That is, what I have to do is not simply to make a transition in imagination from one place of pain to another.."
Etiketler:
philosophical investigations I,
wittgenstein
"Pity, one may say, is a form of conviction that someone else is in pain."
Etiketler:
philosophical investigations I,
wittgenstein
"The impression that we wanted to deny something arises from our setting our faces against the picture of the 'inner process'. What we deny is that the picture of the inner process gives us the correct idea of the use of the word 'to remember'."
Etiketler:
philosophical investigations I,
wittgenstein
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
töz
bir nargile borusunun ucundan
bir evin bacasına doğru
gökyüzüne üflendim;
çözülüyorum,
dağılıyorum,
dağılıyorum,
çözülüyorum,
saçılıp zerrelerim
çarptıkça birbirine,
yanına,
suya geliyorum.
being blown into a waterpipe
towards a chimney through the sky;
I'm dissolving,
coming apart,
coming apart,
dissolving;
so long as
my particules are scattering,
beating each other,
I'm getting closer to you,
coming to the water.
bir evin bacasına doğru
gökyüzüne üflendim;
çözülüyorum,
dağılıyorum,
dağılıyorum,
çözülüyorum,
saçılıp zerrelerim
çarptıkça birbirine,
yanına,
suya geliyorum.
being blown into a waterpipe
towards a chimney through the sky;
I'm dissolving,
coming apart,
coming apart,
dissolving;
so long as
my particules are scattering,
beating each other,
I'm getting closer to you,
coming to the water.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
inner ballad
his words came before him,
he went before his words.
now, only words remain;
but nothing to do with a sick brain
as a friend told..
"I like a strong, intimate, manly fellowship, the kind of friendship which rejoices in sharp vigorous exchanges just as love rejoices in bites and scratches which draw blood. It is not strong enough nor magnanimous enough if it is not argumentative, if all is politeness and art; if it is afraid of clashes and walks hobbled"
Montaigne


