İyiliğin bir köpeğe bir kemik fırlatıp bunun onu sonsuza dek hayatta tutacağına inanmaktan daha ciddi bir şey olmayabileceğini söyledim ona. Cassandra Düğünde
Raw with Love little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and I won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms,…devamıRaw with Love
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.
Bukowski
“Bu kadar zıt inançları ve duyguları görünürde hiçbir çatışma da yaşamadan zihninde barındırabilmekte ne kadar da becerili. Sahte gerçek aşık, sinik idealist, dua eden ateist. Hepsi ölümcül bir şekilde iç içe geçmiş, her şey kendi sınırlarından taşmış, hiçbir şey asıl…devamı“Bu kadar zıt inançları ve duyguları görünürde hiçbir çatışma da yaşamadan zihninde barındırabilmekte ne kadar da becerili.
Sahte gerçek aşık, sinik idealist, dua eden ateist.
Hepsi ölümcül bir şekilde iç içe geçmiş, her şey kendi sınırlarından taşmış, hiçbir şey asıl olması gereken yerde değil.
O,öteki ve kendisi.”
İntermezzo- Sally Rooney
“hayat çok tuhaf. neredeyse ölüm kadar tuhaf. daha dün on yaşındayım.” öneri üzerine başladığım ve kişisel deneyimlerimden ötürü özellikle ilk bölümünü okurken zorlandığım, çok gerçek- çok dişil ve gerçek olduğu kadar mistik bir hikaye.
Last Words I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among…devamıLast Words
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already -- the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit!
My mirror is clouding over --
A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all.
The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.
I do not trust the spirit. It escapes like steam
In dreams, through mouth-hole or eye-hole. I can't stop it.
One day it won't come back. Things aren't like that.
They stay, their little particular lusters
Warmed by much handling. They almost purr.
When the soles of my feet grow cold,
The blue eye of my tortoise will comfort me.
Let me have my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
They will roll me up in bandages, they will store my heart
Under my feet in a neat parcel.
I shall hardly know myself. It will be dark,
And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar.
Plath
fever 103 pure? what does it mean? the tongues of hell are dull, dull as the triple tongues of dull, fat cerebus who wheezes at the gate. incapable of licking clean the aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. the tinder…devamıfever 103
pure? what does it mean?
the tongues of hell
are dull, dull as the triple
tongues of dull, fat cerebus
who wheezes at the gate. incapable
of licking clean
the aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
the tinder cries.
the indelible smell
of a snuffed candle!
love, love, the low smokes roll
from me like isadora's scarves, i'm in a fright
one scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel.
such yellow sullen smokes
make their own element. they will not rise,
but trundle round the globe
choking the aged and the meek,
the weak
hothouse baby in its crib,
the ghastly orchid
hanging its hanging garden in the air,
devilish leopard!
radiation turned it white
and killed it in an hour.
greasing the bodies of adulterers
like hiroshima ash and eating in.
the sin. the sin.
darling, all night
i have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
the sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
three days. three nights.
lemon water, chicken
water, water make me retch.
i am too pure for you or anyone.
your body
hurts me as the world hurts god. i am a lantern ---
my head a moon
of japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.
does not my heat astound you. and my light.
all by myself i am a huge camellia
glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.
i think i am going up,
i think i may rise ---
the beads of hot metal fly, and i, love, i
am a pure acetylene
virgin
attended by roses,
by kisses, by cherubim,
by whatever these pink things mean.
not you, nor him.
not him, nor him
(my selves dissolving, old whore petticoats) ---
to paradise.
Sheep in Fog The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust, Hooves, dolorous bells - All morning the Morning…devamıSheep in Fog
The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,
Hooves, dolorous bells -
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
Sylvia Plath
Yüzyıllarca, zenginler ve zenginlerin çanak yalayıcıları “namuslu emek” üzerine övgüler düzmüşler, basit yaşayışı övmüşler, yoksulların cennete gitme olasılığının zenginlerinkinden çok olduğunu aşılayan bir dini öğretmişler ve genellikle, tıpkı kadınların cinsel köleliklerinden özel bir soyluluk kazandıkları fikrine erkeklerin onları inandırmaya çalışmaları…devamıYüzyıllarca, zenginler ve zenginlerin çanak yalayıcıları “namuslu emek” üzerine övgüler düzmüşler, basit yaşayışı övmüşler, yoksulların cennete gitme
olasılığının zenginlerinkinden çok olduğunu aşılayan bir dini öğretmişler ve genellikle, tıpkı kadınların cinsel köleliklerinden özel bir soyluluk kazandıkları fikrine erkeklerin onları inandırmaya çalışmaları gibi, bedenleriyle çalışan
işçileri, maddenin uzaydaki durumunu değiştirmenin onlara özel bir soyluluk kazandıracağı fikrine inandırmaya çalışmışlardır.