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FOK PARTİLERDEN AK’A
Ben ak rejiminin kuruluşunda, kalemimle patlak lağımın deliğini tıkadım;
Genel başkan benimdir o demlerden bu yana, fok beyinli DEM sanmasın,
Hem severim hem yererim, o benimdir o benim milletimin; o, yoldaki adım,
Derin yapıyı yıktı, sürüleştirdi: yaktı adaletsiz maaş, halk yuduma kansın!
Now the phase of expressing a package of insinuations that everyone can accept or without putting too much emphasis can be overcome. So, all together, we can stick our heads out of the opening, which can almost be called a skylight, of the apartment building located on the streets specially numbered due to the war, which can be allocated to the doorman when necessary, but was basically built for the purpose of shelter. What do we see? That the national socialist bombing, which can kill us all at any moment, is not as lonely and lonely as the bomb victims. Because if we still insist on the assumption of time, the finality of the means of killing flows with time; Scientific definition: the end of a living thing's vitality! It is at this point that it is absolutely necessary not to avoid the word death, but to ignore it by relying on our shelters, because there is no place for death in biological sciences, just as the oral writers of great religions, who make religious speeches as part of their profession, constantly insert a red line into their narratives. Of course, this insistence will have an indisputable drawback if it yields the opposite result and causes death to be invented by the universe, which unfortunately does not exist. On the other hand, even if no living thing dies, it is considered dead after a few thousand years have passed since the birth.
In short, we looked out of the vent and saw that the enemy was twin, one of which was the attempt or project or process of ending the life of a living thing with a bomb. What was the other one? If being alive is accepted as life, the necessity within it is the other of the twin enemies, that is, the process of ending life. Now, it would be beneficial to call everyone's attention again: we can talk about the process of reaching your vitality, but the duration of this is slippery, soapy, even runny, and cannot be perceived as a time with demarcated boundaries. Well, isn't there an end to this adventure? Where will the narrative end, for God's sake? Okay, the bomb didn't hit anything, but in the sea of time we swim in, living beings are swimming with death... However, both processes should have a case, at least a case that can be perceived by an individual who is well or poorly trained in the case, so that when everything is over, we can say, let's go to the funeral. By the way, it is worth reminding: Since life began on earth, there have been as many injustices as there have been burial ceremonies.
It's a good thing that these things are being talked about, because in the shelter, we are not looking for life to end, but justice, the goal we can never give up, is here and everywhere. Although, God willing, everyone has the right to stop us and ask the question "Let's see how you will do justice, all the possibilities are at your disposal" and spoil a sack of figs. Because the purpose in question has never found its true owner, and it never will... unless anyone messes with the fragile laws of the universe!
To repeat the saying that was thought to be a worthy thing by the communist militants of the ancient period, in the final analysis, everyone went to visit a sick friend and that is how we got to where we are. Nothing changes after the act of leaving and coming. Why are we here? A book seeks to answer this question. There is a book. Unfortunately, the answer directly contradicts the existence of the book. The patients' owners are our extra-familial elders whom we treat as elder brothers and sisters-in-law, and all of this is far from explaining why we are there. Because the need for explanation is not accepted. As we sat, tea, biscuits and homemade buns were raining down on us. It was February. In February, the inside and outside of the window are parallel to each other, but no sane fan of coolness would prefer to go out. What would happen if the subject inside died, compared to the intimate family environment? In a friendly family environment, doesn't one patient mean ten patients at the same time? We were all patients there together, 10, 20, 30, whatever. Essentially, we are all sick members of an environment; otherwise why were we gathered together?
Are we, all citizens, all doctors, full of the characteristics of our neighborhood -because 300 meters away there is the city's most famous train station-there are currants in its garden, I have no idea in which month they are found -one of us is on the other side of Frankfurt at this hour, let alone visiting a patient-He has no right to even think about it? He has no right, if it's me, what will happen if I go, the empty break-up song is welcomed by the state canteen that serves tea, but we came to the house where only friends go, especially during the hours we went, while we were renewing the desire to drown in romance and platonic trees, not repressing it but breathing hard - when the air is heavy, I mean the individual air-what could be the purpose? Aren't they-who are they? -aware of this? If we are modern, if we are making a revolution, let the grammar be spoiled: the lights are privileged and purple from the New Year's days we have just celebrated, corner streets that will not be molded into a more preferable pattern like the new year coming to a happier place, which makes our wishes in vain every year, will require strong boots to avoid slipping and falling, troublesome things are not enough in the cities anyway. We feel like we are under impenetrable protection from troublesome forces. By taking advantage of the foundation, we should first increase our written knowledge and then our experiences by talking and sharing. We should leave aside the question of whether our good will is enough for this and ask the core question, was good will in pursuit, what is the latest situation? We don't ask for "help", we have help! There is a love or loves kept secret here under the quilt of tired memory, okay: this is the taste of platonic love from afar. Apart from such clear determinations, it is almost meaningless and everything we do on the narrative table affects our lives.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BULUTLA SOHBET
Bir kanyonu, bir kamyonun üstünde geçiyordum, sürücünün yanı doluydu;
Sanki yolun derinliği cansız doğayı dile getirmişti, bağırılmaz lisan buydu…
Ahbaplığı derinleştirdiğim maviş bulutlar, konuşmama yardım etti sessiz;
“Taşla, suyla konuşurken,” dediler bana, “bağırma; yalnız, vurgudadır iz!”
KİBARİYE MALI NEREDEN GÖTÜRDÜĞÜNÜ ANLATMAK İSTİYOR KİMSEDE ONU DİNLEME ÇAPNDA DİKKAT SARFI VE KAVRAMA YETENEĞİ YOK!
TÜRKİYE MODERNİTE ÖNCÜSÜ MÜZİKLERİ/EITIA
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KİBARİYE UYARLAMASI ( İKİ MİLYONA YAKIN İZLENME)
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Alman kasiyerin, köy ilk-okulundan bir arkadaşına yazdığı pazar günü mektubu Varşova-e Edebiyat Okulunda dörtlük başlığına kaynak seçildi. Abba Solzhenitsof, rubai/quatrain’ini sizin için Türkçeye cevirdi.
KASİYER BEYİN MESAJI
Çağ sıklet kaybetti, kısa mektubun adı mesaj; nasılsın dost… selam iletirim,
Sentetik, naylon zekâ kasanın tek çalışanı, adımsa değişti: gözlemci birim;
Her işlem benim dışımda, bahçeye kaçıyorum lalelere bakmaya, androidle,
Ablama telefon ediyorum cepten, “sosyal merhametten memursam” bile!
Terennüm
Zeki naylonun adı, AI; sorunları çözerken, konuşup müşterileri kullanıyor,
En küçük parçacıkları muhakkak dişidir: uyanık, hassas, hormonu akkor!
The Sunday letter of the German cashier to a friend from the village primary school was chosen as the source for the stanza at the Warsaw-e Literature School. Abba Solzhenitsof translated his rubai/quatrain into Turkish for you.
CASIER BRAIN MESSAGE
Age has lost weight, the name of the short letter is the message; how are you friend… greetings,
The synthetic, nylon wit is the sole employee of the safe, and my name has changed: the observing unit's;
Every process is out of me, I run to the garden to look at the tulips, with the android, err...
I'm calling my sister from my mobile, even if I'm a "social compassion officer"!
Singing
The name of clever nylon, AI; while solving problems, talking and using customers talent,
Its smallest particles are surely female: alert, sensitive, its hormone incandescent!
ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters...
FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART
(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba
We should care about the video call from the mobile because as a lot of folk might do Uncle Bey shouted "Lila" with the advantage of feeling him himself to reach at home, the certainty in his voice, even the imperiousness that would not be considered polite, was instantly answered. Immediately, through the door opposite the entrance, which was lit by a sailor's lantern, as it had no windows-it turned out that it had opened into the kitchen-a woman in her early forties, who looked like a stewardess, in a bathrobe, with her half-wet hair just washed. At the same time, the lady of the house appeared in her thick flannel pajamas that look like ladies’ waistcoat matching to a colorful trouser, which I know she usually wears in the house.
She greeted me with open arms, running down the stairs in the warmest hug ever to a familiar neighbor boy; On the other hand, she asked about the secondary Uncle Bey, whom she had difficulty in perceiving as her husband,
'Where is our poor master, what is it like to leave the scads-year-old neighbor boy who was let in and disappear like this?'
Uncle Bey snapped her from the phone screen,
‘We live with neighbors like a family. Is there room for formality in the family? And you call me Lila.'
Lila, on the other hand, had already returned from the same door. The lady was just about to point her hand at the girl and say,
'Here she is right in front of her eyes, when she realized that he had disappeared. At the same time, we made eye contact with the manager with a meaningful reflex. The real uncle had slipped-so to speak-in the private office adjacent to the principal's office. Without a moment's hesitation, I burst through the doorway where Lila-the young middle-aged virgin, her next-door guest-disappeared too. The kitchen was also windowless and was lit by two huge bare bulbs that lit up the generals' meeting rooms during the last world war. On the middle shelf of the crystal glass cabinet, where the gold-plated cutlery was located, were imported porcelain sets and generously medium-sized, ornamented through pinky orange and greenish blue figures serving glasses. A fat Chinese boy was smirking with his tongue out on the gilded tray that completed the set. I approached the glass cabinet to take a closer look at that cynical image that has become the symbol of my actual observation induced incident that I have followed up. Running behind me, Lila's robe was unbuttoned, her breasts clinging to my jacket when she bumped into me.
Suddenly, from the direction of the door, the cry of the lady of the house, "My husband is on fire," was heard. On the phone screen I held up, the funny face of the secondary Uncle Bey was appearing and disappearing through the smoke. This means that cloned individuals could appear in the "Counter Factory" production-or rather condensation belts, where the original was not found. I said,
'Don't worry,' he was joking.'
She laughed so she also referred to our uncle's phrase "find me my Lila" by saying, "Every time he wakes up from his nap, he will make us angry by telling me to marry Lila."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Let the Cat Out of the Bag
The mass of the people, general election induced gas, if you abuse it, it will explode in the folks’ house, without putting a curtain on their sadness,
Units in the civilized realm, worth a soldier's army, are already free of camouflage,
The ski mask, part of the rescuers’ uniform, is lightly funnel-covering the flaring mess;
It descends from the sky: the people's gas explodes without hesitation; this race includes both those who leave and those who come, say from every age!
ORIGINALTY HEARING IN THE MOORS
They said that it is told in the meadow, our age of development, we were just darkened by transparent,
From whom do we hear the interpretation other than the shepherd: what is the personality, who was, then, the flute?
The river of insidiousness flows calmly, the ages are beside us while building a bridge beyond, lo there;
Adolescence will take on the slogan poorly polar, that's what we're going to hear...
Chorus
I let it go of the meadow, the rest is bravura, their worldview owes their existence to trash,
The ideal would not live if we did not think in another; the hero is crowned with metal sluggish!
RAMAZAN İLAHİSİ
Öğretmen öğretmenliği öğrendikçe, öğretir, korur, kurtarır amenna!
Rabbim: Adının kelime manası açık, sen, öğretmenler öğretmenisin;
Benim senden başka sığınacak öğretmenim yok, gerçi kimsenin yok ama…
Herkes bilmiyor bunu fakat herkes bilecek bir gün; öğretirsin, sen sevgisin
COOL YOUTH TO BE SERIOUSLY TAKEN
In this poem, the name of the person whose name is forgotten, is already in the library known as its manager;
When he started his mission, the travel notes of the explorers were avocado in shape, in color tone pale purple;
For this reason, in the open learning camp he studied outside, he found himself not fighting, and broke towards the mediocre of films-thereof rudder;
According to him, some were born strong-strong and criminal; In short, threatening. the first hates were patched, contributing to his longevity on airfoil!
Fizik duruşuyla genital alan mantar hastalığı izlenimi veren bir kadın vatandaş, dindar lider için, "Allah gibi adamdır" dedi üç-bes gün önce. Abba Solzhenitsof sadece bir beyitlik şikâyet dilekçesi yazdı dindar Varşova-e Rubai okuluna. Seçim öncesi, köşe yazarı arkadaşları ve usta okuyucuları yakından ilgilendirdiği için Türkçeye çevirdi.
ÇOK KATLI BELA OKUMA
Allah rakamlarınızın mesela üç-bes; günlerinizin, örneğin o gün, dindarlıkta şampiyon, maskeli gâvur önderinizin,
Hepinizin belasını versin, lafımız Allah'la aldatıp, aldatılanlara, belanızı versin hepinizin!
ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters...
FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART
(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)
Günler geçiyor, ay doğuyor, ay batıyor, doğal hadiseler yeni zamanların boşluğuna benzemez bir ağırbaşlılıkla cereyan ediyor-belki cereyan etmeyip öyle algılanıyor-mücadeleler sürüyor, şahsi düşünceler-açıklansın ya da açıklanmasın-zuhur eyliyor, herhangi bir düşünceye bağlı olsun yahut olmasın konuşmalar, tartışmalar, tasdik eden beyanlar birbirini kovalıyordu. Dile getirilen her şey gerçek, gerçek-dışı- ve gerçeküstü idi. Fakat hakikatle zıtlığı da buluşması da bulunmayan bir zihinsel faaliyet vardı, bodur İngiliz kızının paylaştığı Kremlin ortamında. Mesleği cebir öğretmenliği şeklinde kayıtlara geçmiş orta yaşın üstünde bir yoldaş-bir bay yoldaş-toplantı odasına çıkan merdivenleri yüksek sesle telaffuz edilmekte ısrarlı bir ünlem gibi duyumsuyor, bu züppe duyumsama kelimesinin çok ötesinde kulaklarıyla duyuyordu. Duyduğu neydi? Bir ismin yüksek sesle çağrılması. Kimin ismiyle peki? Yaşadığı halde ölü maaşı alan teyze kızının adı. Öğretmen bu meseleyi kime açsa “merdiven, şekli olan bir nesne; birisinin ismiyle çağrılması, biçimini bilmediğimiz sese dayalı bir işlev. Hem ölü maaşı ne demek?” tarzında itirazlar yükseliyordu. Herkes, konu salt maddeci bir devrim liderine-Lenin’e-iletildiğinde nasıl bir tepki geleceğini merak ederken ortaya-inanması zor ama-derin bir sessizlik çıktı! Koca devrimci susunca, saygıda kusur eylemediği cebir öğretmeni-çünkü o kişi komünist lidere de matematik öğretiyordu-koşarak gitti merdivenin en üst basamağını gösterdi. Çevredekilerin “ha demek bu basamakmış” nidası ise, sakinleştireceğine adamcağızı çileden çıkardı.: aşağı indi, basamakları tırmandı, üst kata çıktığında, çıkış anını tarifleyecek biçimde avucunu açarak bir oylum çizdi. Bu savlamaya göre özel bir ismin-herhalde yüksek bir sesle-çağrılması neydi? Son basamaktan kata çıkış…Tarif edilebilir biçimde ses hacimdi yani,
Hacimde nesneler bulunur: Küçük bir ormanı andıran alanda, semaver (Samovar) dizisinden dumanlar ve dumanların içinden minyatür kıvılcımlar saçılıyordu, tabii, çimenlerdeki yalnız, kayıp ve mazlum solucanlarla korkutulan minik kuzeni korkutmak amacıyla yanına çağıran her kimse, ona adıyla sesleniyordu. O sesleniş adı geçen merdiven miydi? Hayır. Son basamak bile değildi, o basamaktan üst kata çıkış hali, muayyen bir çağırma nidasıydı…
Rus Romantic Edebiyat Okulunu temsilen İngilizce kaleme aldığım 9. Kitap yayınlandı.
ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
As a matter of fact, lost in the flow of the narrative, the dwarf lover of the goatee-bearded Lenin, who was not very flamboyant in terms of physics, Evelyn, the British girl with a very beautiful face as well as a developmental disorder, spent most of her time wondering where she was and what time the adventure was sometimes going to the still unclosed high society second hand-flea-market behind them. Departures are always positive things in the life of living things... However, you see a video repair shop on the corner of a wider street that cuts the street in the east-west direction while returning from a place. Let's go back to the wider street that divides the street you came from in the east-west direction, with only one condition. Let's imagine that you continue on your way by crossing this street in the south-north direction. In this case, if you do a quick accounting and see a latticed door that we are not accustomed to see except for Ottoman architecture, and a raw but very long-lasting household light, like a mocking tongue extended into the darkness, that hits the middle of the adjacent houses and that we are not accustomed to see except for abovementioned architecture, you can claim that "that is the house, in addition, you are a loss". you have to scrutinize very, very, very assertively. If your deliberation has reached a level that is much more severe than three, it is no longer your thinking head but the social-please let's talk in the old language-conquered. And yet, say nothing of the most probable means perhaps long ago one had been The Pope for only a few months at the time then a decree came from one might forget which authority, saying in the categorical terms typical of the both strong and gentle people there that a dwarf Aphrodite couldn’t be to be appointed, and the obituary of ones was directed to have all the plans and sketches necessary for his work ready. That decree can’t in fact have had anything to do with you personally, because it was many years ago, and I wouldn’t have remembered it but for being to have fallen in love just then, with plenty of time to lie on the divan and think about some ration lacking incidents. ‘May Jesus Christ be with us’ another one added, suddenly interrupting her account to address herself, who was still scurrying about the party busy with something, though Evelyn couldn’t make out just what, ‘please look the shelves of the library there and perhaps you’ll find the beforementioned matter. The fact is,’ she said no one in an explanatory tone, turning to herself, ‘it dates back to my early days as one of the Lenin’s lovers, when I used to keep everything.’ The other people opened the cabinet door of the library at once, while only Evelyn watched and saw that therein was stuffed with papers, and when it was opened two large bundles of files fell out, tied up as Evelyn might tie up bundles of firewood instead of Turgenev’s masterpieces. The English dwarf Aphrodite flinched in alarm.
TO BE CONTINUED.
HOLIDAY OF THE SHADOW
The chaise-longue on which he would lay, of the most expensive kind, I know his family: they are somewhat of rich, money-worthy descent,
The great grandfather traded in grains in "Transylvania", in an environment that was immersed dreams in crocus brilliantly wet;
A new generation grandchild sunbathing, his shadow is real, his race is realistic, he doesn't believe in race...
Sometimes he considers himself a whole, but does not share it with himself; its shadow is real, its original is dream: in a respectable phase!
LIBRARY IN THE VILLAGE HOUSE
Village houses close to the city and even in the vicinity of city center obliged to have got a library, supposedly;
Especially if there might be somewhere thereto weekly comic books come alongside the newsstand next to the park named as gaiety:
Then the village ceases should have to be a village, it turns into a district; for example, the face of the moment is forever if faded, the shift stops;
The call of the audible urbanized village: wait, consume pavement; late wall
behind it, set the alarm clocks to have been placed wall tops!
MULTIPLE FORM OF THE COWBOY
When he reached the town, his horse rode with short seconds devoted to the narrow time of the evening was competing,
He was alone, he was the one we all knew; obligatory like maybe timid on the horizon it was the moon...
His sign is nailed to the "musketeer has no plural" collar, the noise is steamy
entered a hall full of guests as play lovers that are waiting…
It was very comfortable it was overpowered because it was the only one in his heart free from the crowd. the issue is found: "Others' Concern".
EKİM VE KUZEY-GÜNEY İÇ HARP NOTLARI
Süper-hiper güçlerin sanki sadece bayrak renkleri mi aynı, özdeş
Bin kilometre uzakta Pazar duasından çıkanların baldızı, kaynı özdeş
Ağaç-sever antik, uygar eğitimin iki uçta teğmenleri vardır: tanışmazlar,
Sanmayın ki medeniyet düşmanı batıl inançlı yamyam şeflerinden azlar…
Terennüm Dörtlüğü
Sevdiklerine sardunya saksısı armağan ederler Noel’de çiçekli, çiçeksiz
Doğa sevmeyen vahşilere sevda aşısı bulunmaz, duygulu yürekler yedeksiz;
Ekim devrimine asker taşınan yolda kar, acıyla ısınmaktaydı kimi zaman
Karşı tarafın kuzey güney namlı iç savaşında, namus hukuktu her an!
Düşünce açısından duygular var oldukça konu sıkıntısı yaşanmıyor. Nitekim özürlü, güzel İngiliz kızı Evelyn, cüce olmasına hiç aldırış etmeden orta boylu, uzun, çok uzun herkesin değerlendirebileceği bir “Yaşanan Zaman ve Geçmiş” kıyaslaması yapıyordu. Bir anlamda yaşanan anın hiçbir güvencesi olmadığı için eğer yaşanıyorsa hangi dakika hangi saniyeden sonra yaşanacağı bilinmezdir. Kızcağız, bu temel noktayı unutmamak için birkaç kez yineledi zihninde: Şu an dediğiniz noktacık ormandaki bir pars kadar tehlikelidir çünkü bizlere ne yapacağı belli değildir. Depremden kötü sarsıntılar çıkabilir anın altından ve zamana sığmayacak sel suları doldurabilir üstümüzü-altımızı hatta yanı başımızdaki tüm alanı. Alan dediğin nedir Allah aşkına; cebin, para çantan, oturduğun iskemle, odan vesaire. Evelyn şimdi otursa ve BBC 'de bir haber program dinlese yaşla dolar gözleri. Bu yaşlar kaçırılmış bir güzelliğin ki biraz derin düşünürse evrende sadece kaçırılıp-kaçırılıp peşinden ah çekilen güzellikler vardır. Yahut birey toplum fark etmez artık tarih olmuş her şeyin başında ortasında sonunda sadece sabitlik bulunur. İlkel bir kabile şairinin deyimiyle hayali cihan değecek o sabite işte. En azından çok büyük ve çok kötü beklenmedik hiçbir iş tarih olanın zemininden fışkırmaz. Evet ister cüce İngiliz kızı ister bir başkası oturup anılarına dalsa bile sırf bu nedenle gözleri iç acıtan bir mutluluk seliyle yaşarır, yaşlara boğulurdu, kızcağızın ahvali de buna evrildi… Lenin’in ölümünden sonraki parti il sorumlularının çalışma odasında raf misali yüksek bir yerde duran İngiliz radyosunu açar açmaz, yine cüce sayılması gereken-fiziksel manada zorunlu bu-sevinçten hatta saadetten daha mutlu göz yaşlarına, o ilk gençlik yıllarına döndü
HIPERREAL STORY
Durmadan ayak bağı olan o terimi ezmek hikâyenin devamı için zorunlu izafiyet görecelik bağıl mal vesaire cüce İngiliz kızı açısından bunlara yüzdeyüz hayır nidası çekmenin imkanı yok bu belli fakat onun davasında görecelinin içinde göreceli onun çaprazında yine göreceli geçmişinde geleceğinde göreceli altı üstü göreceli. Bir bisikletin tekerini teker yapan eşit basınçla ya da eşdeğer çekimle gerilmiş çelik mini urganlardır ki bunların eşit derecede gerilmesi mümkün olmadığı gibi eşitliği ölçme imkânımız da yoktur.
Sahneye geri dönelim cüce İngiliz kızı toplu taşın aracındaki yerine tırmandı oturdu kitapçığını çıkarttı. Bazı kıyaslamalar yapabilmemiz için dünyanın yahut İngiltere'nin herhangi başka bir yerinde bir toplu taşın aracına cüce İngiliz kızıyla yaşıt ve sağlıklı cüce İngiliz kızından genç ve sağlıklı bir başka seçenekte sağlıksız aynı minval üzere cüce İngiliz kızından yaşlı sağlıklı ya da sağlıksız.
ABBA VITE's NOVEL continues...
Zaman zaman Sovyet İmparatorluğu'nun temellerini atan keçi sakallı Lenin ve sevgilisi genç İngiliz Hanım, felsefi sohbetlere de dalmaktaydılar. İnsanların sadece kavrarken değil aynı zamanda hatırlarken-tersi daha doğru bu değginin, öncelik hatırlamada yani anımsamıyorsak me bir şimdi ne de bir gelecek mümkün-dahi kelime veya birkaç kelime basitliği dışında moda deyimle Algoritma temeli yansıtan görsel ağırlığa ek koku, ses ögelerine de yaslanmış motiflerle sözü edilen zihinsel fonksiyonlarını yerine getirdiklerini yani motiflerle düşünüp motiflerle algılayıp motiflerle hatırladıklarını ilk tespit ettikleri günden itibaren mülahazalarını yeni bilgilerle donatarak sürdürmekteydiler. İngiliz kızı Lenin’den birkaç kademe daha üstündü kitap kültürü açısından… Çünkü Lenin kendi köprü altı deyimi ile son analizde bir çete başıydı, kitap kültürü çete başına ne gerek...?
Ha bu arada, bir tarafsan özel koruma güçleri bir yandan taze Sovyet yoldaşlar ve Evelyn, ortak Avrupa kültürünün kendilerine sunduğu gözlem gücünü kullanmakta ve şunu görmekteydiler: Büyük Rusya'nın içindeki çatışma daha büyüdükçe kuralların alanı da daralarak büyüyordu... Bunun anlamı şuydu; Kullandığın lisana yeni kelimeler katmak yerine mevcut grameri içeriye doğru zorlayıp genişletmek, bir manada atom seviyesinde merkeze doğru milyarlarca kilometre uzaklığa denk Hatta tek-tek basıldığı zaman o yoldan çok daha uzun algılanacak zahmetli bir yolculuk. Yolculuk sırasında yaşananlar bir istasyondan başlayıp başka istasyonlar üstünden yeni-yeni birbirinden farklı sayısı hiç tükenmeyecek istasyonlar üzerinden hedeflenen mevkie ulaşmak kısacası.
İstasyonlar değiştikçe gramerin sizden ne talep ettiğini anlamak, yeni ve değişik bir anlamda anlamları kavramak zorunda idiniz. Diyelim, “tren durduğunda yere indik” yerine “ayağımızı toprağa basmamız bizi tren misali esenleşmeye zorladı” demek zorundayız. Tren ol yahut esen kal fiilinin bir manası olsa da olmasa da zorlandığınız eylemin fiili budur: esenleşip trene dönmek. Böyle bir alt tümcenin zorunlu seçeneği edattır nereye tren diyorsunuz yahut nerede trenle dediniz ya da nereye tren gibi esenleşeceksiniz? Oysa, bir zamanlar, “nerede tren demek?” sorusunun cevabı kolaydı bilhassa. Bilhassa ne? Özellikle! Özellikle nedir? Manavların kullandığı ahşap kutucuklar. Bu kutucuklara ne denir ki eskiden beri onların adı eskiden beridir. O zaman yardımcı-cümlecik-cümleyi baştan alırsak özellikle tren kalıp esen de kalmak eskiden beri böyle yaşamak manasındadır. Man taşımanın tam karşılığı ahşaptır, ahşap ne? Ahşap nedir? Trende esenlik! Trenlerseniz bilhassa trense trenin neresinde kalır? Cevaplama sürecinde önyargılı olmamaya ne buyrulur? Cevap seçicilik yapmamalı: Demin sual edilen sorunun cevabı şüphesiz bilhassa olacaktır. Ha anlaşıldı, bilhassa, bilhassa demekmiş. Lütfen dikkat buradaki sözcük, bilhassa bir sözcüktür.
Laddy Goddess in some poems should remind us of His Son,The Saviour!
Merci,
Doctor SOLZH
PROF. DR.
M. ERDOGAN SURAT
PH.D. & MD; DR. DR.
Assoc. & Maestro PROF. MES-THE HON. PRINCE OF DERBENT
THE MEMBER OF THE EUROPEAN HEALTH STUDY GOUP
The Conductor of THE GULF TRIO/ Virtuous Player of Romano-Semitic Dulcimer: Aanoon (Kanun)
THE FOUNDING FATHER OF MUSICOLOGY DEPARTMENT OF NIGDE UNI.-TURKEY
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
Read please first the RESEARCH TITLES OF STUDIES IN MUSICAL EVOLUTION OF THE WORLD AFTER ALEXANDRE THE GREAT’S CONQUERS below then ponder a little upon MY SELF AFFORDING MACEDONIA MUSICAL TRAVEL PROJECT:
Chosen Titles of the Researches of mine:
--THE THIRD DIMENSION OF ORIENTAL AND OCCIDENTAL COMMON MUSIC: SEMI MINOR-MAJOR TONALITY: The “K”
(Studies-Reports-Albums conducted and performed by me)
--THE BIRTH OF “K” TONALITY BORN JUST AFTER THE CONQUERS of ALEXANDRE THE GREAT (Texts and albums recorded by Turkish Official Radio-Television Corporation-TRT)
TRAVEL PROJECT
--I’LL VISIT MACEDONIAN CAPITAL CITY IN MARCH OR APRIL 2009
--I WISH TO TALK WITH THE PEOPLE WHO CONCERNED, AND TO LET THEM RECORD SOME HISTORICAL MATERIAL PLAYED BY ME ON A VERY PRECIOUS MUSICAL INSTRUMENT OF ANTIQUITY WHICH I FANCY TO PRESENT IN THE FUTURE AS A HISTORICAL SOUVENER TO THE ATATURK’S-MUSEAUM LIKE-SCHOOL!
PLEASE WRITE ME TO SHARE KNOWLEDGE AND MELODIES BEFORE MY VISIT TO MACEDONIA!
BEST REGARDS!
Prof. Dr. M. Erdoğan Sürat-Named as Turkish Dr. Albert Schweitzer
PLAGUE, PANDEMIC, etcetera…
Plague and the like, corona-etcetera; these are the pavement rhymes, cheap tools;
Mankind had assimilated to die in the plague in the age of the antic pandemics; insensitive souls,
The virus has separated the singer lady from us, don't be sad; she is alive, living in the last designs;
How so... the epidemic discredited cell death as well as living cell, even dried up the sadness!
ABBA VITE's NOVEL continues...
Lenin bir ara kendisine sırılsıklam aşık ve milletine özgü soğukkanlılığını bu aşk yolunda kaybetmiş İngiliz kızına dönerek sana hayat hikayemin konu başlıklarını verebilir miyim diye sordu? Ver dedi Evelyn, bütün dikkatiyle onu dinlemeye başladı. Lenin tiradını iyi ezberlemiş müsamere çocukları gibi zaman zaman gözlerini kapatarak hatta başını sallayarak anlatmaya koyuldu. ‘Konu başlıkları gerçek yaşamda olmadığını zannettiğimiz fakat işin esasına bakarsak onlarsız ne gerçek ne de hayal dünyasında var oluşumuzu sürdürme imkanına sahip olamayacağımız bir ağırlıktadır. Mevzu bende şu temalarda sıralanmakta: İnandığına yahut inanmadığına tam inanmak ve tevekkül; Rusya'ya geç kalmış bir bebekliği tattırmak, sanatın ilaçlardan daha etkili fakat teselliyi andıran tedavisini yani "geçmiş zaman olur ki hayali cihan değer" esinini modern biçimde devam ettirmek, köşe dönücülükten asla vazgeçmemek, spor ve güzel sanatların her bireyin ömründe profesyonelce yaşanmasını sağlamaya çalışmak ki bu arada hem Moskova hem de Ankara'da aynı an içerisinde başlamış müzikli sabah sporu saatlerini radyodan yayınlama işi hatırlamaya değer, evet bu eş disipline uygun hareket etmek, ailede sağlık saadet getirir ilkesine uymak, tarihi yıkılışları seyredebilmek, işini iyi yapmak, okumaktan kaçmamak, yazmayı ihmal etmemek.’
Shadowless Flash
He had a passport picture taken for the showcase, the new president at the “Farmers' Chamber”
The warmth is still in need of the sun, the lemon blossoms would be private in the dim place through an early summer
Photography requires light, let the rose in a hidden garden want to be discovered while smelling its secrecy for a moment.
Even though I am a representative at school, the exposure is light of mine, I go ahead, candidacy for to have been the hopes’ president!
Evelyn put aside all her inexperience and broadened the scope of her determinations as if she had seen a life-giving interest. Despite being a giant nation in the civil war caused by the Soviet scourge, the Russian people, who knew how to create big springs with small consolations, were now a giant that lost its power and had to create giant consolations again, not least in the abstract, in order to be able to imagine small and flowery gardens again. In fact, the fact that matured individuals feel this interesting obligation that stands upright in front of them like the shadow of a monster in middle and old ages, hasn't it revealed that even at an individual level, the shared experiments should not lose anything from their scale? The revolutionary leader that the young girl fell in love with is not a very old person, but she made him feel in every way that he could no longer use the small occasions of his young age to create happy moments when his aunts, even his mother, father, uncles, and distant aunts were on the list of the dead.
For the traumatized citizens of the new society afflicted by the Soviet scourge, as well as for those who are at least Lenin's age and the mature personalities above them, the little patches of sky we used to pull through the buildings were no longer enough to complete the garment of happiness.
Even if he is a Leader, without doubt, when a close or distant relative recovered from a disease that would not matter much during his school years and joined them again, under the help and assurance of our Lord, say the son or rather the teacher of teachers, he missed the opportunity to share with him again, to relive a certain day, a certain hour, a certain experience, and to relive that bad time. He was well aware of this, well past the days when he created a victory as if he had never flown from a clock and created a vigorous bliss over a simple or moderate disease. Now, most of the family's far and close relatives have migrated to the hereafter, if the phrase so to speak, and even the key that should be used is the key that will allow us to enter a black hole and take a shower, let's call it a key again, but its skin is neither steel nor porcelain, it will overtake both of them in resistance to heat and pressure. Let's say it would need a key-shaped tank.
Evelyn listened in her imagination to the rare folk song that her nursery rhymes echoed from her past:
MAGNIFICENCE IN NEW CONSOLIDATION!
As to the hairpin arms, cross space: hundreds of galaxies just now, swallowed
Countless rogue suns, snapped a million planets that’ve been digested, so easy…
They were mind-blowingly large, infinitely voluminous substances to be sawed
Flying into a disgraceful surrender at the level of shrinking, it all became berry!
ATANILAN KENTE VARIŞ
İstasyonun tek tük ışıkları gözüktü, sanki daha fazla hiçbir şey gözükmeyecekmiş gibi;
O zaman ne gam... geldiğin yer kâğıt üstünde var, haritada tamam fakat binasız;
Hasretin sana, "işbaşı yapmadan maaş işlemeye başlar, dön yaşarken özlemediğin doyumsuz semtine" dedi,
Nasıl bir hayat, nasıl istasyon bunlar... atanmışın üstünden baskı kaldırırken hırsını çalmak, anlam üstü manasız!
Yes, eventually the only thing that the founders did not believe in when the Soviet state was established was superstitious concepts such as honor and conscience based on belief, but superstitious deeds are not expected from the founders of the Soviet Union, or objective, rational conscience -rational, huh; whatever is it? - in the founders of the Leninist state, like every human being, there was only enough to evaporate easily. Evelyn, who we should count as a very mature young girl, was the boss of the cruelest person in the revolutionary committee consisting of such eccentric people, the most pointed person-Lenin had been hit by her heart, before she has come from England to the Kremlin basin, or rather, she had fallen as a platonic lover. But Lenin was a Snow-White Princess’ Seven Dwarf type a small, secret haunch, whom many revolutionary heroes would not deign to envy to their lover or wife, or even to be pushed that lady spouse into the bed of Soviet leader to linger if the mistress of the house was not fragrant bad. Although it is not considered to be more knowledgeable than the Ottoman Ministers on such intricate issues, it would be useful to pass on the subject at this stage, of course, it should have been doomed to remain in the middle due to the death of James Joyce.
The English girl strongly predicted that Lenin, surrounded by the appetite of millions of ladies-their avarices having been targeting him-would take a "yes" over a jerry-built stance, just like women, before to have shared love because in the history of humanity, the state of all those ladies who fell in love or started to fall in love, and continued to fall in love was the same: Because of abovementioned verity they could not say "no", so, their names would be in the circle of love. As for Lenin, he found everything he was looking for in himself or was doomed to think he had found all of it, so everything in this way should be useless, having made him completely disconnected from looking for a lover...
Evelyn, by the way-how and what that by the way may be, because the confusion wasn't stopping-had caught, let's call it in a break, an aphorism of Lenin that he had been hiding from everyone. "The people of Erzurum-the people of the city Pushkin visited-and the Jews would still share a common self-confidence. According to him, their power does not come from relying on their own religion. The source of their self-confidence is to despise members of other religions, that is, members of a fabricated religion!
From Evelyn's point of view, Lenin had a habit of classifying all living things around him, primarily humans, determining the general characteristics of these classes and basing the attitude he would develop towards them on top of this effort. According to her, for example, almost all European ladies, especially Soviet women, destroyed the "inclination to fall in love or instinct" that should have naturally been present in the founder of the Soviet Union by attracting excessive attention. and sheep and poultry rightly demanded care and did not make special efforts to increase their population. This was their historical betrayal, which the Soviets could rectify by contributing to the science of improving animal husbandry and by putting a lot of effort in this way through scientific methods. Say no more about the world peace generally! It might be endangered if Arabs and Jews were perceived by him only as extraordinarily intelligent people, according to their daily attitude. It was also imperative for the pogrom that those who dreamed of the deep musical notes should be kept under observation because of the Semitic talents who played those tunes extraordinarily on their instruments, whether they were scored or heard by ear. But human history was filling every void faster and more cruelly than nature, and an innocent word like "observation" would gradually take the form of anti-Zionist and later anti-Semitic observation.
Evelyn thought: What would the retirement of the Soviet leader, or rather its founding leader, be like? This was already certain that his retirement life would be successfully started by him at the appropriate time, because Lenin was not a dictator who had been accustomed to paying attention to his life. His dictatorship was based on creativity rather than dictation, so he was a founding leader. The English girl went one step further and intended to predict the letter that the retired Lenin would write to a neighborhood or a classmate in the future, and even if it was a successful prediction, she would write it in the future Just like my letter. The letter, which was written perfectly with attention to punctuation marks and never leaving the possibility of misunderstanding, started with the address 'From brother to my best friend, my unique friend' and continued as follows: "Now that I am retired, I have no secrets left. Let me first share the secret that only the two of us know, my dear brother. , my first youth friend. As you know, my main profession was not a statesman or anything else, I did not play any instruments, although I was in an orchestra. I was basically a double bass master who only produced bass rhythm, or rather small wails based on deep sounds. Again, as it is a secret between you and me. I was not performing any profession during the execution. Since I had carved the double bass touches, which would not be considered as a profession, into my own interpretation, I continued to be unprofessional but overworked heroically. An important aspect of my work, whose existence was completely made up, was that if it weren't for me, the audience would never have enjoyed the pleasure enriched by my low-pitched collapses from the orchestra, which my unreachable skill created would have been enough for me to live happily in retirement and to be proud of my own achievements from afar, and that was enough. In the meantime, if you don't get hurt, I'll admit that the secret I just shared with you has zero contribution to the retirement happiness I feel. What I'm saying is that the moments when I have Sunday breakfast under my aunt's curious gaze are filled with joy, pride and even excitement, but at this level full of excitement, it comes true thanks to the secret I shared with you. But let me remind you again, on the condition that you do not get hurt; There is no positive or negative contribution to my situation that we share the known secret, my dear brother, my dear friend! On the occasion of the letter, I would like to mention that the families of distant relatives from Lebanon, Tel Aviv and even Riyadh, which I repeat twice, come together with a pastry, a light brown coffee, the color of which the milk has cleared, perhaps to commemorate the long-deceased elders of one of the parties, close to the other, at the time when I am going to have breakfast. These are the close and distant relatives of the VITE family-meaning the elders of the writer Abba VITE-and only they have heard my voices, which would be considered normal to seem aimless throughout my professional life, in the halls dedicated to the art show." Soviet State Founder Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
SELF CONFIDENCE OF BELOVED LADS
Evelyn, by the way-how and what that by the way may be, because the confusion wasn't stopping-had caught,
Let's call it in a break, an aphorism of his that they had been hiding from everyone.
"The akin folk of Erzurum that Pushkin visited and the sons of Israel would still share a common self-confidence viz. self-taught.
According to them, their power does not come from relying on their own religion.
Chorus
The source of their self-confidence is to despise members of other religions,
Namely the members of a fabricated religion ridiculous for all of them is false!
EKMEK
Keçi sakallı Lenin dinsizdi, hatta sahtekâr bir ticaret dininin piyonuydu,
Sanat düşmanı, iğrenç eleştiriler yazmaya kalktı, piyanosu adeta"piyanu"ydu;
Ekmek ve barış vadetti mavi gözleri ilahi denizlerden temiz Ruslara,
Barışını kanlı baskılara oturtmuştu… ne fırıncı kaldı ne fırın: ekmek kuyruğunda rejimi düştü dara!
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THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters..
Minutes elapsed in the garment of interval plus and silence captured the time…
(ANNEX-A WITH NO KOCHEL NUMBER: OT THE FRENZY CAUSED BY THE STRESS RUSSIAN CONQUEST IN UKRAINE)
Suddenly and unexpectedly Mr. Karl gave start to speak to the wall that was the nearest to him,
-“And if there was anything wrong in it you must forgive me. I blame all the faults within the talks uttered by the company here, although they are not contemptible and repulsive people as far as I know, and here am I, obliged to fill up their beverage glasses. Ah, how often I’ve asked each of them to leave the others behind! And yet-as an aside-I have to put up with every citizen to have visited us. As for other ladies and gentlemen escorting every visitor, I’ve been obliged to be welcoming them too…”
His wife came instantly running from the kitchen and talked back vehemently,
-“Hey Karl, hush please. Probably we ought to think of this delirium you would be suffering for once, but whatever you say it’s no use no logics considering that only an hour before the visitors arrived for the second time in a late evening, huh?
Monsieur host insisted,
-“They come barging in like crocodiles having been diving into a North American river apt for their survival. And now they really must go to the crazy waters where they belong.
Humboldt-seemingly not having appalled stood up, skipped in a hasty manoeuvre to put off all electrics apparatuses around and shouted at the others,
-“If the Russian-conquering Ukraine-induced news weren’t available here he’d not-shoving Karl’s neck with his point finger-talk deliriously, and opened the door-for the worst probability-to exit and-who knows-to pull the electricity lever of the whole parish down inasmuch as apparently his verdict should ordain that he himself would have to drive all Ukrainian War News source out their little world..
Monsieur Karl asked his wife,
-‘Doesn’t you hear him, then?’
‘No,’ said she. ‘Maybe he’s asleep.’
‘What!’ cried Karl. ‘Asleep? When I looked around-since that war-I would see I was awake and suffering from Voice Tic’
He would chant intermittently to irritate because of its endless repetitions instead of its too much low decibel:
Sleep… (MUMBLING) baby, my dearest,
(SOUNDING AN INAUDIBLE CHORUS)) Hushabye, a-bye.
Quietly the bright moon
Is looking at you in the cradle.
I will start telling a story,
Sing a song;
You dream a dream, closing the eyes,
Hushabye, a-bye. (AT LEAST FORTY TIMES)
Hushabye, a-bye…. Hushabye, a-bye…… Hushabye, a-bye…. Hushabye, a-bye
Other folk exclaimed very loudly:
-“What, what, what? O our Lord! Voice Tic, huh?”
(ANNEX-B WITH NO KOCHEL NUMBER: OF THE VOICE TIC)
To: Dear readers of my newest novel-The Worst viz. The Best or rather the RUSSIA-UKAINE WAR, say its SOCIO-MEDICAL ASPECTS
From: Doctor ABBA-The Author
I would like to emphasize the point that should be considered very vital: song or melody humming tic (A SPECIAL TIC BASED ON VOICE PRODUCTION), which should be assumed a tic related to making a sound… It’s a disease that carries terrible risks in the social and individual life as a whole due to its noisy structure, and it is a disease that consumes one's energy in vain over umpteen vague melody repetitions. Considering the increase rate of the crises of this ailment during periods when people would be nervous or sad, the imperative suggestion of rational thought should be made thus: if tension or sadness accelerates the formation of tic, it might for the relief of the case, then the usually resorted to pain medication is essential, it is rationally inevitable and indisputably scientific. According to this, if the relaxation of the case is prevented, psychological and physical conditioning will turn its direction to silence or to create other reactions! The only salvation of the humming one, who is relieved by humming song like things, can use only one method, through the intervention of the medic who advises the case not to complicate the task: to explain to the case that it would be a rational action for the case to make the tic tiresome by suggesting that he add or change the lyrics to the song he is humming to have made the relaxation induced habitual addiction wearisome.
In this process, of course, the case should be taken into prosody training as well.
Reference
A SPECIAL TOURRETTE TIC ESSAY OF MINE
See within the pages of NATO HABER THE NATO GAZETTE thereof I’m the Chief Editor as being The Social Medicine Authority-Having got the General Surgery, Epidemiology, Gynecology and Psychiatric Social Work rotations through the obligatorily programmed and adjusted to PG curriculum for medics as field studies to have reflexed in that forum like publication!
TO BE CONTINUED...
TEFRİKA EDİLEN ROMANIMDAN BUGÜNKÜ BÖLÜM DE İLGİNÇ, SİZİN İÇİN İNGİLİZCE ASLI VE TÜRKÇE TERCÜMESİYLE VERİYORUM.
Little Simon's father joined the conversation without speaking with the intention of venting, in other words, for the author to change the subject. Little Simon's father was quoting his own father in his speech. When his father passed his middle age, some of the elders of the family lost their lives in that day's pandemic, the father of little Simon's father, in other words, his grandfather. After only ten years of patience, he made the following speech that was so cold that it could be counted for himself. C’mon guys, it's long past the age when they set an example for everyone as family elders and even offered guidance, even if it wasn't considered advice. As of that day and as of today, my deceased elders are my younger nephews and they are old. How I once gave importance to these people and how I did not fall down the rain pipe and become crippled under their guidance. Mr. Karl, while he was developing perfectly within the measures of logic, groaned, "Where did you get this fall from the rain pipe, my dear," he sang the question sentence that accumulated in his mouth, and he was exhausted by spreading his hands to both sides. Little Simon's father called his son on his cell phone to ask for help in placing a final sentence in his conversation, which he could not finish with logical sentences. Little Simon was busy because he was busy recording in his diary the adventure of the rubber tree belonging to the mother of one of his favorite neighborhood friends, which his father often mentioned in his reminiscences from his youth. Although the rubber tree came to the fore from time to time in the lines he wrote, the family analysis, the semi-ancient but uncompromising Love lines of FUZULI, whose fame spread from the Caucasus to semi-antic Constantinople, came to the fore in the protocol. They were in favor of both respecting the protocol and respecting themselves. Then again, something was served, a solid delicatessen escorted by beverage was eaten, cookies were devoured, and berry salads consisting of seasonal fruits were served on porcelain plates with flowers. The only person who didn't get a share of them was undoubtedly the writer standing outside the pages; while he was talking to himself, he was eating pistachios with his camouflaged nails peeling off their shells. The summarized purpose of the author's inner speech, which he did not even have the opportunity to hear with his own ears, was to provide a flow in accordance with the big brother’s logic of the days in an individual, lightly logical initial focus and to complete the deficiency: The question to him is that this rubber tree is standing close to the door of a fairly large workplace entrance, not obstructing the entrance. does it? And did it show that the entrance doors of the adjacent structures of the other pavement standing in front of it embraced the unfailing idea of a true story as well as a romantic one-the senses and intuitions molded into the mind-embracing everything? Reply to him: Yes, absolutely, absolutely down right, in the ancient language. Without these internal guarantees, we would not be able to go out for fear of accident. Inner question: What are we busy with when we go out on the street? Answer: Soccer ball, a song in lower dialects: “Running after you, to have run…”
Küçük Simon'un babası, yazarın konu değiştirmesi amacıyla diğer bir deyişle vantilasyon niyetiyle konuşmadan, sohbete dahil oldu. Evet, Simon'un babası kendi babasından alıntılamalar yapıyordu konuşmasında. Babası orta yaş üstünü geçtiğinde aile büyüklerinin bir kısmı o günkü bir pandemide hayatlarını yitirmişlerdi, küçük çocukcağızın babasının babası diğer bir ifadeyle dedesi, sadece on yıl sabrettikten sonra kendi kendine sayılacak derecede gündeme soğuk şu konuşmayı yapmıştı. “Yahu ben şimdi onların aile büyükleri olarak herkese örnek teşkil ettiği ve hatta nasihat sayılmasa da yol göstericilik sunduğu yaşı geçeli çok oldu. Yaşamını yitirmiş aile büyüklerim o gün itibariyle de bugün itibariyle de benim küçük yeğenlerim ve yaşındalar. Bir zamanlar bu insanlara nasıl önem vermişim ve onların rehberliğinde nasıl olup da yağmur borusundan düşüp sakat kalmamışım, hatta müsaadenizle şöyle ifade edeyim: kalmamışız. Arkadaşlarımı da hesaba katarsanız kalmamışım yerine kalmamışız çekimi daha isabetle oturuyor. Bay Karl, mantık ölçüleri içerisinde mükemmel gelişirken bu yağmur borusundan düşme işini nereden çıkardınız azizim diye inlercesine ağzında biriken soru cümlesini seslendirdi ve ellerini iki yana açarak bitkin düştü. Küçük Simon’un babası cep telefonundan oğlunu aradı mantıklı cümlelerle bitiremediği söyleşisine bir final cümlesi yerleştirmede yardım istemek amacıyla. Küçük Simon meşguldü çünkü o da babasının gençlik yıllarından yaptığı anımsamalarda sık sık dile getirdiği, çok sevdiği mahalle arkadaşlarından birinin annesine ait kauçuk ağacının serüvenini hatıra defterine kaydetmekle boğuşup duruyordu. Kaleme aldığı satırlarda kauçuk ağacı zaman zaman ön plana çıkmakla birlikte, arkasından aile analizleri, Kafkaslardan eski Konstantinopolis’e kadar ünü yayılmış Fuzuli'ye ait yarı antik fakat modernlikten hiç taviz vermeyen aşk dizeleri protokolde öne geçiyordu. Kısacası,babasının aile mahalle veya muhit büyükleri olarak saydığı kişiler hem protokolün önemsenmesinden hem de kendilerine saygı duyulmasından yana idiler. Sonra yine bir şeyler ikram edildi, bir şeyler içildi, kurabiye yenildi mevsim meyvelerinden oluşan yemiş salatalarının çiçekli porselen tabaklarla ikramı yapıldı. Bunlardan pay alamayan tek kişi şüphesiz sayfaların dışında duran yazardı; o da içinden konuşurken, kamufle edilmiş tırnakları ile kabuklarını ayırıp Antep fıstığı yiyordu. Yazarın kendi kulaklarıyla duyma olanağına sahip bulunmadığı iç konuşmasının özetlenebilir amacı, bireysel, tüyden hafif mantıklı bir başlangıç odağında günlerin ağır abi mantığına uygun bir akış sağlamak ve eksiği tamamlamaktı: Kendisine soru bu kauçuk ağacı oldukça büyük bir iş yeri girişinin girişe engel olmayacak şekilde kapısına yakın duruyor mu? Ve karşısında duran diğer kaldırımın bitişik yapılarına ait giriş kapılarını romantik olduğu kadar gerçek bir hikâyenin şaşmaz fikrine-akılla yoğrulmuş his ve sezgilerini-biçimde her şeyi kucaklattığını gösteriyor muydu? Kendisine cevap: Evet, kesinlikle, eski dilde mutlaka ve muhakkak. Bu iç kaynaklı garantiler olmasaydı, kaza-bela korkusuyla sokağa çıkamazdık. İç soru: Sokağa çıkınca nelerle meşgul oluruz genel manada? Cevap: Futbol topu, alt lehçelerde bir şarkı: “Yar peşinde koşa, koşa…”
Ömür ve Devlet hali üstüne,
Rubailer.
(Prof. MES Solzhenitsof kendi dörtlüklerini Türkçeye çevirdi.)
OLMAYAN ŞEY:
KENDİ
Herkesin macerası bu batağa saplanıyor; batmadan elbet, varlık güçlü,
Oturmuşuz okey masasına, kimse oyun bilmiyor, adeta ellerdeki sadece ikili, üçlü;
Herkes, en olmayacak şey: yani kendi; canlıları, kendi olmak yalanı bitirecek,
Ömür gailesine akortlanmak çok zor, karşındaki tel, fil olmaya fil de aslında belki sümüklü böcek!
On the state of life and state,
Rubais. 1
“OWN” CAN’T BE!
Everyone's adventure gets stuck in this swamp; without sinking of course, existence is strong,
We sat at the okey table, no one knows the game, it's almost as if the only thing in the hands double’s, triple’s song;
Everyone, the most unlikely thing: that is, their own; living beings, the lie of being yourself will hit death gong,
It's very difficult to tune into the pain of life, don't call it an elephant to be an elephant. all the more it maybe a slug gang!
TEFRİKA EDİLEN ROMANIMDAN BUGÜNKÜ BÖLÜM İLGİNÇ, SİZİN İÇİN TÜRKÇE TERCÜMESİYLE VERİYORUM.
Simon'un babası Bay Karl'a dönerek,
-"Siz bir gecikmeden bahsediyordunuz; tabii bunun güncelliği yok, gelecekte gecikmekse zaten söz konusu dahi edilemez. O zaman iki soruya ihtiyacımız var: geçmişteki gecikmeyi nasıl fark ettiniz bir, bunlar ne tür gecikmelerdi, iki?"
-"Bu sorunuzu cevaplandırırken önümde önemli bir handikap var çünkü muayyen bir günde başıma ne geldiğini anlatmak istediğimde yüzde doksan dokuz ihtimalle pazar gününe denk geliyor takvim. Bunun nedenini sırf kutsal gün ile açıklamak yanlış kaçmaz fakat hatırlatmak isterim ki evde en çok bulunduğumuz gün de pazardır. Geçmişteki gecikmelerimizden dolayı zaten pazar gününü değerlendiremiyoruz. Kendimizle verimli bir köşede baş başa kalamadığımız gibi elimiz teyzemizi aramaya da varmıyor. Hem arasanız ne olacak? Kelimelerin, virgüllerin hatta sessizliğin rahatsız ettiği-sağlıksız demeyelim de-hasta ve yaşlı yahut yaşlı ve hasta birisiyle bedeninin-daha açık konuşalım mı, bedensel yetmezliğinin-izin verdiği oranda paylaşabilirsiniz zihninizden geçenleri. Dahası, ona telefonda SIBELYUS dinletip yürek yakan pasajları birlikte yudumlamayı hayal etmeniz mümkün müdür? Bir köşeye çekilip başımı dinleyeyim deseniz atlattığınız bin bir badireyi-elbette herkes için o badireler binden aşağı değildir-nasıl atlattığınızı düşünmemeniz için imanınızı en az bin bir kez yenilemek zorundasınız. Ne yazık ki günümüzde insanlar iyi şeyleri daha zor hatırlıyorlar."
Humboldt araya girerek sabırsızca yarı soru yarı onay uzunca bir laf kapması yaptı:
-"Azizim doğrusunu isterseniz kuşak-eski dil ile nesil-ayrımı yapmak duygu ve düşüncelerimizdeki değişiklikleri bence yanlış yansıtıyor. Kederlerimizi hatırlarken cömert davranıyorsak bunda bizim de yaşlanıyor olmamızın payı çok büyük olsa gerek. İşin gerçeğine varmak yönünde biraz kendimi zorlayıp karşımdaki genç kalabalığı zorlamalı bir irdelemeye tabi tutmaktayım kimi zaman ve görmekteyim ki onların birçoğu dahi yaşlı ve hasta. Sahip oldukları yegâne güç genç ve neşeli görünmelerini sağlayacak sınırlı bir enerji fazlası sanki.
Turning to Mr. Karl, Simon's father, asked,
-"You were talking about a delay; of course, it is out of date regarding to any certain time conception, if it would be delayed in the future, it should be out of the question. Then we need two questions: one, how did you notice the delay in the past, what kind of delays were they, two?"
"There is an important handicap in answering your question because when I want to tell you whatever happened to me on a certain day, the calendar would fall on a Sunday with a nine percent probability. It would be wrong to explain the reason for this with just the holy day as a certain, but I would like to remind you that Sunday is the day we used to be at home the most. As we cannot be alone in a productive corner, we cannot find our aunt too for calling up. Let's talk more openly: with someone-to chatter-who is sick and old or old and sick, thereto words are to be disturbing over the most single punctuation or even silence-let's not say unhealthy-how you can share your feelings as much as your physical insufficiency might allow moreover. Is it possible to imagine having her listen to Sibelius on the phone and sipping heartbreaking passages together? If you would want to go to a corner and listen to the pacific hiss from your mind, you have to renew your faith at least a thousand times so that you don't think about how you survived a thousand and one troubles-of course, those troubles are not less than a thousand for everyone. Unfortunately, nowadays people have a harder time remembering good things."
Humboldt intervened and impatiently half-questioned-half admittedly-made a long speech:
-"Honestly, I think the distinction between generational old language and generational division misrepresents the changes in our feelings and thoughts… Unfortunately, nowadays people have a harder time remembering good things.". If we are generous in remembering our sorrows, it must be due to the fact that we too are getting old. Sometimes I force myself to reach the truth of the matter and subject the young crowd in front of me to a forced examination, and I see that most of them are old and sick also. It's as if the only power they have is a limited surplus of energy that will make them look young and cheerful.”
BIRTH CANNOT BE FORGIVEN
No birth is considered meaningless, meaning skin is synthetic, very row.
Coming to the world is incomplete, it cannot be completed, while it is completed; it would excuse tomorrow
Crying in the chapter "Alas, we were born" does not give hope and imitation tears
Pathetic fate: the birth that exploits your sorrow, the eyes are real as for the head how fake it’s!
Varşova-e Dörtlük Kümesi /Pazar Özel Konvansiyonu/
Konu: Tarımsal İlaçlama Uçakları
(Doktor ABBA Rubaisini sizin için Türkçeye çevirdi.)
TEKİL VE ÇOĞUL
Örgütü var eden, tekillik korkusu ve tekil sanılan bir başa bağlanmak,
Herkesin içindeki korku aynı imdatta okunur: yetişin, kurtaran yok mu?
Kurtarıcı çoğul çekime gelmez, o tektir, tekildir; gücü hayal gibi muğlak,
Dokunmayın sığınana, mürşit uçursun; imdada yetişene bir uçuş çok mu?
Nakarat
Harmandan mahrum sürüyü kurtarmaz tarım tayyaresi: ihtiyaç o tekile,
Yoksa celallenir uygarlığın efesi, şaplak atar, çıkışır: ayakaltından çekil be!
MY SUMMER HOLIDAY
I-The traveller took valet aside and asked:
‘Why did I come here to this place?
Shall I live in the real-world precincts?’
‘In the real-world precincts?’ repeated the valet,
As if he didn’t understand the hombre.
‘Dear worker,’ said the hombre., ‘you were…? ‘
‘Oh no, dear,’ said the valet, ‘You were going to come back home’
The traveller felt not himself astonished any the less murmuring “hmm,
I won’t sleep in the park…I see that here is the twin of my house!’
He was going to reach his own room, only there but here.
He felt that his smile wasn’t wearier and he himself not insignificant,
And carried on with the same probe, lo
‘Why didn’t you tell me so?’
‘You didn’t ask, dear sir,’ said the valet;
‘Okay! I only wanted to give me some messages from the street,
Furthermore, from the beach, the park, or the square there, so I thought
You could give me news-not the messages-at your leisure
About the inflation and the war!’
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This is quite the astoundingly astute and pertinently poignant read in having correctly and most accurately assessed the euphemized correlation of the once sacred terminology we so haphazardly toss about as humanity's humanitarianism that is/was derived from the root word humane; a word which explicitly speaks of possessing, and, therefore, exhibiting compassion for other(s) living creatures (including and appropriately embracing our fellow, so called, human beings), as that very trait's characteristic that was once thought to have rendered us each as qualifiedly and certifiably true to life living Human Beings, well worthy of the Hu that is alleged to have made Man HUman ... Alas, we have, each and every one, been mindlessly reduced to no more than Sheeple-People Cattle, mind blind groping in the darkness of modern technology animals who profess our humanity, while promoting the preaching of humanitarianism, whilst having, long eons ago, deserted and departed from any semblance of compassion's factual rendering of Man as HUman ... Excellent work! rate: , , Rated 3 stars, cost: 100 skip
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Very thought provoking thoughts set to page regarding naught near to zero's nothing, for even nothing is something in its quantitative singularity's existence as none's nothing at all, a moment's clarity of rarity in pondering upon that reality of casting one's eyes on the Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe's Graph of the entirety of the currently, and coming to a neighborhood bar and grill near you real soon (https://map.gsfc.nasa.gov/media/060915/index.html ) , existing and exhibited Universe wherein at the coned end of said graph some thing is verifiably emanating forth into existence from some unknown said source very well beyond Man's grasp of understanding nothing as exactly that which is definable as to what Zero truly is/was/will be/can be/should be/may be for our inquisitive eyes and minds to see, and ponder, and wonder, in quietness of total awe ... Very inspiring thoughts set to pen of page here, for sure and for certain ...
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MOSCOW CAMPAIGNS VIE FIRST “GREAT ISRAELI” ATTACK*
Ho! Beat at the Vikings’ survival through The Napoleonic and Hitler’s hit
Nobody would open-ad hoc casus belli- any dispute
Lo, forward! Even if the survivor-after myriad debacles-would be to win
Let Zelensky be third great commander in…
(*Ukrainian President says so)
To Share” is a Weird Job?
Let’s argue: It's the "spirit of the times" that would be shared, borrowing from the wardrobe of words therethrough my Hon. Jewish Uncle Kafk…, looks,
The dodge past, the secure future, and the little present, little and yet too much exaggerated;
The great mistake that owes its existence to our laziness, i.e., the present tense: black poisonous stream of what is hidden in a chamber of cooks,
After all, our energy that is to be shared: empty adrenaline, runaway electricity... cosmopolitan or national a bit![
BAŞKALARI
Sen olmayanlar aleminde herkes için zamandan çal, onlar başka
Kolaylıktan yana haksız lokmayı kendine ayıramazsın, onlara sun
Kim üstünden uydurulur eklemden münezzeh ağrı; acılar muhtaç aşka,
Kimlik dişsiz tırnaksız senaryoda; bırak, benlik tarifini onlarda bulsun!
ON PERSONALITY AND TIME!
One feels time deep inside, that that elapse not; nay…
We obey what we feel, if we do not, what does harmony say?
Russia was now engaged in a war of attrition, off there.
The leader of Eastern Europe seemed to have decided to tire
Western Europe… doddoit a bit
Then let's wrap the notebook of the Ukraine War, so let's finish it.
Look, look, there is an evening across the big windows of the inning:
A street evening, an evening of gentle lights, a restaurant evening,
An evening of partying, a personal time period from which one goes on a journey or returns from it plus.
It had been a long time since, alas
We had forgotten such personality induced pieces of time.
This forgetting of course existed long, long, long before all the same,
Yet after a while it slowly settled into its place down right to hiss,
One cannot help but be sad because in the past, all of our time pieces
Had personalities For example, there was morning, noon, afternoon,
Evening, early night, midnight and later in the night; all these’re none
Presently unique concepts that presented the events that were to be
Perceived, approaching to them appropriately!
Ben ak rejiminin kuruluşunda, kalemimle patlak lağımın deliğini tıkadım;
Genel başkan benimdir o demlerden bu yana, fok beyinli DEM sanmasın,
Hem severim hem yererim, o benimdir o benim milletimin; o, yoldaki adım,
Derin yapıyı yıktı, sürüleştirdi: yaktı adaletsiz maaş, halk yuduma kansın!
Now the phase of expressing a package of insinuations that everyone can accept or without putting too much emphasis can be overcome. So, all together, we can stick our heads out of the opening, which can almost be called a skylight, of the apartment building located on the streets specially numbered due to the war, which can be allocated to the doorman when necessary, but was basically built for the purpose of shelter. What do we see? That the national socialist bombing, which can kill us all at any moment, is not as lonely and lonely as the bomb victims. Because if we still insist on the assumption of time, the finality of the means of killing flows with time; Scientific definition: the end of a living thing's vitality! It is at this point that it is absolutely necessary not to avoid the word death, but to ignore it by relying on our shelters, because there is no place for death in biological sciences, just as the oral writers of great religions, who make religious speeches as part of their profession, constantly insert a red line into their narratives. Of course, this insistence will have an indisputable drawback if it yields the opposite result and causes death to be invented by the universe, which unfortunately does not exist. On the other hand, even if no living thing dies, it is considered dead after a few thousand years have passed since the birth.
In short, we looked out of the vent and saw that the enemy was twin, one of which was the attempt or project or process of ending the life of a living thing with a bomb. What was the other one? If being alive is accepted as life, the necessity within it is the other of the twin enemies, that is, the process of ending life. Now, it would be beneficial to call everyone's attention again: we can talk about the process of reaching your vitality, but the duration of this is slippery, soapy, even runny, and cannot be perceived as a time with demarcated boundaries. Well, isn't there an end to this adventure? Where will the narrative end, for God's sake? Okay, the bomb didn't hit anything, but in the sea of time we swim in, living beings are swimming with death... However, both processes should have a case, at least a case that can be perceived by an individual who is well or poorly trained in the case, so that when everything is over, we can say, let's go to the funeral. By the way, it is worth reminding: Since life began on earth, there have been as many injustices as there have been burial ceremonies.
It's a good thing that these things are being talked about, because in the shelter, we are not looking for life to end, but justice, the goal we can never give up, is here and everywhere. Although, God willing, everyone has the right to stop us and ask the question "Let's see how you will do justice, all the possibilities are at your disposal" and spoil a sack of figs. Because the purpose in question has never found its true owner, and it never will... unless anyone messes with the fragile laws of the universe!
To repeat the saying that was thought to be a worthy thing by the communist militants of the ancient period, in the final analysis, everyone went to visit a sick friend and that is how we got to where we are. Nothing changes after the act of leaving and coming. Why are we here? A book seeks to answer this question. There is a book. Unfortunately, the answer directly contradicts the existence of the book. The patients' owners are our extra-familial elders whom we treat as elder brothers and sisters-in-law, and all of this is far from explaining why we are there. Because the need for explanation is not accepted. As we sat, tea, biscuits and homemade buns were raining down on us. It was February. In February, the inside and outside of the window are parallel to each other, but no sane fan of coolness would prefer to go out. What would happen if the subject inside died, compared to the intimate family environment? In a friendly family environment, doesn't one patient mean ten patients at the same time? We were all patients there together, 10, 20, 30, whatever. Essentially, we are all sick members of an environment; otherwise why were we gathered together?
Are we, all citizens, all doctors, full of the characteristics of our neighborhood -because 300 meters away there is the city's most famous train station-there are currants in its garden, I have no idea in which month they are found -one of us is on the other side of Frankfurt at this hour, let alone visiting a patient-He has no right to even think about it? He has no right, if it's me, what will happen if I go, the empty break-up song is welcomed by the state canteen that serves tea, but we came to the house where only friends go, especially during the hours we went, while we were renewing the desire to drown in romance and platonic trees, not repressing it but breathing hard - when the air is heavy, I mean the individual air-what could be the purpose? Aren't they-who are they? -aware of this? If we are modern, if we are making a revolution, let the grammar be spoiled: the lights are privileged and purple from the New Year's days we have just celebrated, corner streets that will not be molded into a more preferable pattern like the new year coming to a happier place, which makes our wishes in vain every year, will require strong boots to avoid slipping and falling, troublesome things are not enough in the cities anyway. We feel like we are under impenetrable protection from troublesome forces. By taking advantage of the foundation, we should first increase our written knowledge and then our experiences by talking and sharing. We should leave aside the question of whether our good will is enough for this and ask the core question, was good will in pursuit, what is the latest situation? We don't ask for "help", we have help! There is a love or loves kept secret here under the quilt of tired memory, okay: this is the taste of platonic love from afar. Apart from such clear determinations, it is almost meaningless and everything we do on the narrative table affects our lives.
TO BE CONTINUED...
BULUTLA SOHBET
Bir kanyonu, bir kamyonun üstünde geçiyordum, sürücünün yanı doluydu;
Sanki yolun derinliği cansız doğayı dile getirmişti, bağırılmaz lisan buydu…
Ahbaplığı derinleştirdiğim maviş bulutlar, konuşmama yardım etti sessiz;
“Taşla, suyla konuşurken,” dediler bana, “bağırma; yalnız, vurgudadır iz!”
KİBARİYE MALI NEREDEN GÖTÜRDÜĞÜNÜ ANLATMAK İSTİYOR KİMSEDE ONU DİNLEME ÇAPNDA DİKKAT SARFI VE KAVRAMA YETENEĞİ YOK!
TÜRKİYE MODERNİTE ÖNCÜSÜ MÜZİKLERİ/EITIA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpLjrpd7OmI
KİBARİYE UYARLAMASI ( İKİ MİLYONA YAKIN İZLENME)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpLjrpd7OmI
Alman kasiyerin, köy ilk-okulundan bir arkadaşına yazdığı pazar günü mektubu Varşova-e Edebiyat Okulunda dörtlük başlığına kaynak seçildi. Abba Solzhenitsof, rubai/quatrain’ini sizin için Türkçeye cevirdi.
KASİYER BEYİN MESAJI
Çağ sıklet kaybetti, kısa mektubun adı mesaj; nasılsın dost… selam iletirim,
Sentetik, naylon zekâ kasanın tek çalışanı, adımsa değişti: gözlemci birim;
Her işlem benim dışımda, bahçeye kaçıyorum lalelere bakmaya, androidle,
Ablama telefon ediyorum cepten, “sosyal merhametten memursam” bile!
Terennüm
Zeki naylonun adı, AI; sorunları çözerken, konuşup müşterileri kullanıyor,
En küçük parçacıkları muhakkak dişidir: uyanık, hassas, hormonu akkor!
The Sunday letter of the German cashier to a friend from the village primary school was chosen as the source for the stanza at the Warsaw-e Literature School. Abba Solzhenitsof translated his rubai/quatrain into Turkish for you.
CASIER BRAIN MESSAGE
Age has lost weight, the name of the short letter is the message; how are you friend… greetings,
The synthetic, nylon wit is the sole employee of the safe, and my name has changed: the observing unit's;
Every process is out of me, I run to the garden to look at the tulips, with the android, err...
I'm calling my sister from my mobile, even if I'm a "social compassion officer"!
Singing
The name of clever nylon, AI; while solving problems, talking and using customers talent,
Its smallest particles are surely female: alert, sensitive, its hormone incandescent!
ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters...
FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART
(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba
We should care about the video call from the mobile because as a lot of folk might do Uncle Bey shouted "Lila" with the advantage of feeling him himself to reach at home, the certainty in his voice, even the imperiousness that would not be considered polite, was instantly answered. Immediately, through the door opposite the entrance, which was lit by a sailor's lantern, as it had no windows-it turned out that it had opened into the kitchen-a woman in her early forties, who looked like a stewardess, in a bathrobe, with her half-wet hair just washed. At the same time, the lady of the house appeared in her thick flannel pajamas that look like ladies’ waistcoat matching to a colorful trouser, which I know she usually wears in the house.
She greeted me with open arms, running down the stairs in the warmest hug ever to a familiar neighbor boy; On the other hand, she asked about the secondary Uncle Bey, whom she had difficulty in perceiving as her husband,
'Where is our poor master, what is it like to leave the scads-year-old neighbor boy who was let in and disappear like this?'
Uncle Bey snapped her from the phone screen,
‘We live with neighbors like a family. Is there room for formality in the family? And you call me Lila.'
Lila, on the other hand, had already returned from the same door. The lady was just about to point her hand at the girl and say,
'Here she is right in front of her eyes, when she realized that he had disappeared. At the same time, we made eye contact with the manager with a meaningful reflex. The real uncle had slipped-so to speak-in the private office adjacent to the principal's office. Without a moment's hesitation, I burst through the doorway where Lila-the young middle-aged virgin, her next-door guest-disappeared too. The kitchen was also windowless and was lit by two huge bare bulbs that lit up the generals' meeting rooms during the last world war. On the middle shelf of the crystal glass cabinet, where the gold-plated cutlery was located, were imported porcelain sets and generously medium-sized, ornamented through pinky orange and greenish blue figures serving glasses. A fat Chinese boy was smirking with his tongue out on the gilded tray that completed the set. I approached the glass cabinet to take a closer look at that cynical image that has become the symbol of my actual observation induced incident that I have followed up. Running behind me, Lila's robe was unbuttoned, her breasts clinging to my jacket when she bumped into me.
Suddenly, from the direction of the door, the cry of the lady of the house, "My husband is on fire," was heard. On the phone screen I held up, the funny face of the secondary Uncle Bey was appearing and disappearing through the smoke. This means that cloned individuals could appear in the "Counter Factory" production-or rather condensation belts, where the original was not found. I said,
'Don't worry,' he was joking.'
She laughed so she also referred to our uncle's phrase "find me my Lila" by saying, "Every time he wakes up from his nap, he will make us angry by telling me to marry Lila."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Let the Cat Out of the Bag
The mass of the people, general election induced gas, if you abuse it, it will explode in the folks’ house, without putting a curtain on their sadness,
Units in the civilized realm, worth a soldier's army, are already free of camouflage,
The ski mask, part of the rescuers’ uniform, is lightly funnel-covering the flaring mess;
It descends from the sky: the people's gas explodes without hesitation; this race includes both those who leave and those who come, say from every age!
ORIGINALTY HEARING IN THE MOORS
They said that it is told in the meadow, our age of development, we were just darkened by transparent,
From whom do we hear the interpretation other than the shepherd: what is the personality, who was, then, the flute?
The river of insidiousness flows calmly, the ages are beside us while building a bridge beyond, lo there;
Adolescence will take on the slogan poorly polar, that's what we're going to hear...
Chorus
I let it go of the meadow, the rest is bravura, their worldview owes their existence to trash,
The ideal would not live if we did not think in another; the hero is crowned with metal sluggish!
RAMAZAN İLAHİSİ
Öğretmen öğretmenliği öğrendikçe, öğretir, korur, kurtarır amenna!
Rabbim: Adının kelime manası açık, sen, öğretmenler öğretmenisin;
Benim senden başka sığınacak öğretmenim yok, gerçi kimsenin yok ama…
Herkes bilmiyor bunu fakat herkes bilecek bir gün; öğretirsin, sen sevgisin
COOL YOUTH TO BE SERIOUSLY TAKEN
In this poem, the name of the person whose name is forgotten, is already in the library known as its manager;
When he started his mission, the travel notes of the explorers were avocado in shape, in color tone pale purple;
For this reason, in the open learning camp he studied outside, he found himself not fighting, and broke towards the mediocre of films-thereof rudder;
According to him, some were born strong-strong and criminal; In short, threatening. the first hates were patched, contributing to his longevity on airfoil!
Fizik duruşuyla genital alan mantar hastalığı izlenimi veren bir kadın vatandaş, dindar lider için, "Allah gibi adamdır" dedi üç-bes gün önce. Abba Solzhenitsof sadece bir beyitlik şikâyet dilekçesi yazdı dindar Varşova-e Rubai okuluna. Seçim öncesi, köşe yazarı arkadaşları ve usta okuyucuları yakından ilgilendirdiği için Türkçeye çevirdi.
ÇOK KATLI BELA OKUMA
Allah rakamlarınızın mesela üç-bes; günlerinizin, örneğin o gün, dindarlıkta şampiyon, maskeli gâvur önderinizin,
Hepinizin belasını versin, lafımız Allah'la aldatıp, aldatılanlara, belanızı versin hepinizin!
ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters...
FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART
(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)
Günler geçiyor, ay doğuyor, ay batıyor, doğal hadiseler yeni zamanların boşluğuna benzemez bir ağırbaşlılıkla cereyan ediyor-belki cereyan etmeyip öyle algılanıyor-mücadeleler sürüyor, şahsi düşünceler-açıklansın ya da açıklanmasın-zuhur eyliyor, herhangi bir düşünceye bağlı olsun yahut olmasın konuşmalar, tartışmalar, tasdik eden beyanlar birbirini kovalıyordu. Dile getirilen her şey gerçek, gerçek-dışı- ve gerçeküstü idi. Fakat hakikatle zıtlığı da buluşması da bulunmayan bir zihinsel faaliyet vardı, bodur İngiliz kızının paylaştığı Kremlin ortamında. Mesleği cebir öğretmenliği şeklinde kayıtlara geçmiş orta yaşın üstünde bir yoldaş-bir bay yoldaş-toplantı odasına çıkan merdivenleri yüksek sesle telaffuz edilmekte ısrarlı bir ünlem gibi duyumsuyor, bu züppe duyumsama kelimesinin çok ötesinde kulaklarıyla duyuyordu. Duyduğu neydi? Bir ismin yüksek sesle çağrılması. Kimin ismiyle peki? Yaşadığı halde ölü maaşı alan teyze kızının adı. Öğretmen bu meseleyi kime açsa “merdiven, şekli olan bir nesne; birisinin ismiyle çağrılması, biçimini bilmediğimiz sese dayalı bir işlev. Hem ölü maaşı ne demek?” tarzında itirazlar yükseliyordu. Herkes, konu salt maddeci bir devrim liderine-Lenin’e-iletildiğinde nasıl bir tepki geleceğini merak ederken ortaya-inanması zor ama-derin bir sessizlik çıktı! Koca devrimci susunca, saygıda kusur eylemediği cebir öğretmeni-çünkü o kişi komünist lidere de matematik öğretiyordu-koşarak gitti merdivenin en üst basamağını gösterdi. Çevredekilerin “ha demek bu basamakmış” nidası ise, sakinleştireceğine adamcağızı çileden çıkardı.: aşağı indi, basamakları tırmandı, üst kata çıktığında, çıkış anını tarifleyecek biçimde avucunu açarak bir oylum çizdi. Bu savlamaya göre özel bir ismin-herhalde yüksek bir sesle-çağrılması neydi? Son basamaktan kata çıkış…Tarif edilebilir biçimde ses hacimdi yani,
Hacimde nesneler bulunur: Küçük bir ormanı andıran alanda, semaver (Samovar) dizisinden dumanlar ve dumanların içinden minyatür kıvılcımlar saçılıyordu, tabii, çimenlerdeki yalnız, kayıp ve mazlum solucanlarla korkutulan minik kuzeni korkutmak amacıyla yanına çağıran her kimse, ona adıyla sesleniyordu. O sesleniş adı geçen merdiven miydi? Hayır. Son basamak bile değildi, o basamaktan üst kata çıkış hali, muayyen bir çağırma nidasıydı…
Rus Romantic Edebiyat Okulunu temsilen İngilizce kaleme aldığım 9. Kitap yayınlandı.
ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
As a matter of fact, lost in the flow of the narrative, the dwarf lover of the goatee-bearded Lenin, who was not very flamboyant in terms of physics, Evelyn, the British girl with a very beautiful face as well as a developmental disorder, spent most of her time wondering where she was and what time the adventure was sometimes going to the still unclosed high society second hand-flea-market behind them. Departures are always positive things in the life of living things... However, you see a video repair shop on the corner of a wider street that cuts the street in the east-west direction while returning from a place. Let's go back to the wider street that divides the street you came from in the east-west direction, with only one condition. Let's imagine that you continue on your way by crossing this street in the south-north direction. In this case, if you do a quick accounting and see a latticed door that we are not accustomed to see except for Ottoman architecture, and a raw but very long-lasting household light, like a mocking tongue extended into the darkness, that hits the middle of the adjacent houses and that we are not accustomed to see except for abovementioned architecture, you can claim that "that is the house, in addition, you are a loss". you have to scrutinize very, very, very assertively. If your deliberation has reached a level that is much more severe than three, it is no longer your thinking head but the social-please let's talk in the old language-conquered. And yet, say nothing of the most probable means perhaps long ago one had been The Pope for only a few months at the time then a decree came from one might forget which authority, saying in the categorical terms typical of the both strong and gentle people there that a dwarf Aphrodite couldn’t be to be appointed, and the obituary of ones was directed to have all the plans and sketches necessary for his work ready. That decree can’t in fact have had anything to do with you personally, because it was many years ago, and I wouldn’t have remembered it but for being to have fallen in love just then, with plenty of time to lie on the divan and think about some ration lacking incidents. ‘May Jesus Christ be with us’ another one added, suddenly interrupting her account to address herself, who was still scurrying about the party busy with something, though Evelyn couldn’t make out just what, ‘please look the shelves of the library there and perhaps you’ll find the beforementioned matter. The fact is,’ she said no one in an explanatory tone, turning to herself, ‘it dates back to my early days as one of the Lenin’s lovers, when I used to keep everything.’ The other people opened the cabinet door of the library at once, while only Evelyn watched and saw that therein was stuffed with papers, and when it was opened two large bundles of files fell out, tied up as Evelyn might tie up bundles of firewood instead of Turgenev’s masterpieces. The English dwarf Aphrodite flinched in alarm.
TO BE CONTINUED.
HOLIDAY OF THE SHADOW
The chaise-longue on which he would lay, of the most expensive kind, I know his family: they are somewhat of rich, money-worthy descent,
The great grandfather traded in grains in "Transylvania", in an environment that was immersed dreams in crocus brilliantly wet;
A new generation grandchild sunbathing, his shadow is real, his race is realistic, he doesn't believe in race...
Sometimes he considers himself a whole, but does not share it with himself; its shadow is real, its original is dream: in a respectable phase!
LIBRARY IN THE VILLAGE HOUSE
Village houses close to the city and even in the vicinity of city center obliged to have got a library, supposedly;
Especially if there might be somewhere thereto weekly comic books come alongside the newsstand next to the park named as gaiety:
Then the village ceases should have to be a village, it turns into a district; for example, the face of the moment is forever if faded, the shift stops;
The call of the audible urbanized village: wait, consume pavement; late wall
behind it, set the alarm clocks to have been placed wall tops!
MULTIPLE FORM OF THE COWBOY
When he reached the town, his horse rode with short seconds devoted to the narrow time of the evening was competing,
He was alone, he was the one we all knew; obligatory like maybe timid on the horizon it was the moon...
His sign is nailed to the "musketeer has no plural" collar, the noise is steamy
entered a hall full of guests as play lovers that are waiting…
It was very comfortable it was overpowered because it was the only one in his heart free from the crowd. the issue is found: "Others' Concern".
EKİM VE KUZEY-GÜNEY İÇ HARP NOTLARI
Süper-hiper güçlerin sanki sadece bayrak renkleri mi aynı, özdeş
Bin kilometre uzakta Pazar duasından çıkanların baldızı, kaynı özdeş
Ağaç-sever antik, uygar eğitimin iki uçta teğmenleri vardır: tanışmazlar,
Sanmayın ki medeniyet düşmanı batıl inançlı yamyam şeflerinden azlar…
Terennüm Dörtlüğü
Sevdiklerine sardunya saksısı armağan ederler Noel’de çiçekli, çiçeksiz
Doğa sevmeyen vahşilere sevda aşısı bulunmaz, duygulu yürekler yedeksiz;
Ekim devrimine asker taşınan yolda kar, acıyla ısınmaktaydı kimi zaman
Karşı tarafın kuzey güney namlı iç savaşında, namus hukuktu her an!
Düşünce açısından duygular var oldukça konu sıkıntısı yaşanmıyor. Nitekim özürlü, güzel İngiliz kızı Evelyn, cüce olmasına hiç aldırış etmeden orta boylu, uzun, çok uzun herkesin değerlendirebileceği bir “Yaşanan Zaman ve Geçmiş” kıyaslaması yapıyordu. Bir anlamda yaşanan anın hiçbir güvencesi olmadığı için eğer yaşanıyorsa hangi dakika hangi saniyeden sonra yaşanacağı bilinmezdir. Kızcağız, bu temel noktayı unutmamak için birkaç kez yineledi zihninde: Şu an dediğiniz noktacık ormandaki bir pars kadar tehlikelidir çünkü bizlere ne yapacağı belli değildir. Depremden kötü sarsıntılar çıkabilir anın altından ve zamana sığmayacak sel suları doldurabilir üstümüzü-altımızı hatta yanı başımızdaki tüm alanı. Alan dediğin nedir Allah aşkına; cebin, para çantan, oturduğun iskemle, odan vesaire. Evelyn şimdi otursa ve BBC 'de bir haber program dinlese yaşla dolar gözleri. Bu yaşlar kaçırılmış bir güzelliğin ki biraz derin düşünürse evrende sadece kaçırılıp-kaçırılıp peşinden ah çekilen güzellikler vardır. Yahut birey toplum fark etmez artık tarih olmuş her şeyin başında ortasında sonunda sadece sabitlik bulunur. İlkel bir kabile şairinin deyimiyle hayali cihan değecek o sabite işte. En azından çok büyük ve çok kötü beklenmedik hiçbir iş tarih olanın zemininden fışkırmaz. Evet ister cüce İngiliz kızı ister bir başkası oturup anılarına dalsa bile sırf bu nedenle gözleri iç acıtan bir mutluluk seliyle yaşarır, yaşlara boğulurdu, kızcağızın ahvali de buna evrildi… Lenin’in ölümünden sonraki parti il sorumlularının çalışma odasında raf misali yüksek bir yerde duran İngiliz radyosunu açar açmaz, yine cüce sayılması gereken-fiziksel manada zorunlu bu-sevinçten hatta saadetten daha mutlu göz yaşlarına, o ilk gençlik yıllarına döndü
HIPERREAL STORY
Durmadan ayak bağı olan o terimi ezmek hikâyenin devamı için zorunlu izafiyet görecelik bağıl mal vesaire cüce İngiliz kızı açısından bunlara yüzdeyüz hayır nidası çekmenin imkanı yok bu belli fakat onun davasında görecelinin içinde göreceli onun çaprazında yine göreceli geçmişinde geleceğinde göreceli altı üstü göreceli. Bir bisikletin tekerini teker yapan eşit basınçla ya da eşdeğer çekimle gerilmiş çelik mini urganlardır ki bunların eşit derecede gerilmesi mümkün olmadığı gibi eşitliği ölçme imkânımız da yoktur.
Sahneye geri dönelim cüce İngiliz kızı toplu taşın aracındaki yerine tırmandı oturdu kitapçığını çıkarttı. Bazı kıyaslamalar yapabilmemiz için dünyanın yahut İngiltere'nin herhangi başka bir yerinde bir toplu taşın aracına cüce İngiliz kızıyla yaşıt ve sağlıklı cüce İngiliz kızından genç ve sağlıklı bir başka seçenekte sağlıksız aynı minval üzere cüce İngiliz kızından yaşlı sağlıklı ya da sağlıksız.
ABBA VITE's NOVEL continues...
Zaman zaman Sovyet İmparatorluğu'nun temellerini atan keçi sakallı Lenin ve sevgilisi genç İngiliz Hanım, felsefi sohbetlere de dalmaktaydılar. İnsanların sadece kavrarken değil aynı zamanda hatırlarken-tersi daha doğru bu değginin, öncelik hatırlamada yani anımsamıyorsak me bir şimdi ne de bir gelecek mümkün-dahi kelime veya birkaç kelime basitliği dışında moda deyimle Algoritma temeli yansıtan görsel ağırlığa ek koku, ses ögelerine de yaslanmış motiflerle sözü edilen zihinsel fonksiyonlarını yerine getirdiklerini yani motiflerle düşünüp motiflerle algılayıp motiflerle hatırladıklarını ilk tespit ettikleri günden itibaren mülahazalarını yeni bilgilerle donatarak sürdürmekteydiler. İngiliz kızı Lenin’den birkaç kademe daha üstündü kitap kültürü açısından… Çünkü Lenin kendi köprü altı deyimi ile son analizde bir çete başıydı, kitap kültürü çete başına ne gerek...?
Ha bu arada, bir tarafsan özel koruma güçleri bir yandan taze Sovyet yoldaşlar ve Evelyn, ortak Avrupa kültürünün kendilerine sunduğu gözlem gücünü kullanmakta ve şunu görmekteydiler: Büyük Rusya'nın içindeki çatışma daha büyüdükçe kuralların alanı da daralarak büyüyordu... Bunun anlamı şuydu; Kullandığın lisana yeni kelimeler katmak yerine mevcut grameri içeriye doğru zorlayıp genişletmek, bir manada atom seviyesinde merkeze doğru milyarlarca kilometre uzaklığa denk Hatta tek-tek basıldığı zaman o yoldan çok daha uzun algılanacak zahmetli bir yolculuk. Yolculuk sırasında yaşananlar bir istasyondan başlayıp başka istasyonlar üstünden yeni-yeni birbirinden farklı sayısı hiç tükenmeyecek istasyonlar üzerinden hedeflenen mevkie ulaşmak kısacası.
İstasyonlar değiştikçe gramerin sizden ne talep ettiğini anlamak, yeni ve değişik bir anlamda anlamları kavramak zorunda idiniz. Diyelim, “tren durduğunda yere indik” yerine “ayağımızı toprağa basmamız bizi tren misali esenleşmeye zorladı” demek zorundayız. Tren ol yahut esen kal fiilinin bir manası olsa da olmasa da zorlandığınız eylemin fiili budur: esenleşip trene dönmek. Böyle bir alt tümcenin zorunlu seçeneği edattır nereye tren diyorsunuz yahut nerede trenle dediniz ya da nereye tren gibi esenleşeceksiniz? Oysa, bir zamanlar, “nerede tren demek?” sorusunun cevabı kolaydı bilhassa. Bilhassa ne? Özellikle! Özellikle nedir? Manavların kullandığı ahşap kutucuklar. Bu kutucuklara ne denir ki eskiden beri onların adı eskiden beridir. O zaman yardımcı-cümlecik-cümleyi baştan alırsak özellikle tren kalıp esen de kalmak eskiden beri böyle yaşamak manasındadır. Man taşımanın tam karşılığı ahşaptır, ahşap ne? Ahşap nedir? Trende esenlik! Trenlerseniz bilhassa trense trenin neresinde kalır? Cevaplama sürecinde önyargılı olmamaya ne buyrulur? Cevap seçicilik yapmamalı: Demin sual edilen sorunun cevabı şüphesiz bilhassa olacaktır. Ha anlaşıldı, bilhassa, bilhassa demekmiş. Lütfen dikkat buradaki sözcük, bilhassa bir sözcüktür.
Laddy Goddess in some poems should remind us of His Son,The Saviour!
Merci,
Doctor SOLZH
PROF. DR.
M. ERDOGAN SURAT
PH.D. & MD; DR. DR.
Assoc. & Maestro PROF. MES-THE HON. PRINCE OF DERBENT
THE MEMBER OF THE EUROPEAN HEALTH STUDY GOUP
The Conductor of THE GULF TRIO/ Virtuous Player of Romano-Semitic Dulcimer: Aanoon (Kanun)
THE FOUNDING FATHER OF MUSICOLOGY DEPARTMENT OF NIGDE UNI.-TURKEY
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
Read please first the RESEARCH TITLES OF STUDIES IN MUSICAL EVOLUTION OF THE WORLD AFTER ALEXANDRE THE GREAT’S CONQUERS below then ponder a little upon MY SELF AFFORDING MACEDONIA MUSICAL TRAVEL PROJECT:
Chosen Titles of the Researches of mine:
--THE THIRD DIMENSION OF ORIENTAL AND OCCIDENTAL COMMON MUSIC: SEMI MINOR-MAJOR TONALITY: The “K”
(Studies-Reports-Albums conducted and performed by me)
--THE BIRTH OF “K” TONALITY BORN JUST AFTER THE CONQUERS of ALEXANDRE THE GREAT (Texts and albums recorded by Turkish Official Radio-Television Corporation-TRT)
TRAVEL PROJECT
--I’LL VISIT MACEDONIAN CAPITAL CITY IN MARCH OR APRIL 2009
--I WISH TO TALK WITH THE PEOPLE WHO CONCERNED, AND TO LET THEM RECORD SOME HISTORICAL MATERIAL PLAYED BY ME ON A VERY PRECIOUS MUSICAL INSTRUMENT OF ANTIQUITY WHICH I FANCY TO PRESENT IN THE FUTURE AS A HISTORICAL SOUVENER TO THE ATATURK’S-MUSEAUM LIKE-SCHOOL!
PLEASE WRITE ME TO SHARE KNOWLEDGE AND MELODIES BEFORE MY VISIT TO MACEDONIA!
BEST REGARDS!
Prof. Dr. M. Erdoğan Sürat-Named as Turkish Dr. Albert Schweitzer
PLAGUE, PANDEMIC, etcetera…
Plague and the like, corona-etcetera; these are the pavement rhymes, cheap tools;
Mankind had assimilated to die in the plague in the age of the antic pandemics; insensitive souls,
The virus has separated the singer lady from us, don't be sad; she is alive, living in the last designs;
How so... the epidemic discredited cell death as well as living cell, even dried up the sadness!
ABBA VITE's NOVEL continues...
Lenin bir ara kendisine sırılsıklam aşık ve milletine özgü soğukkanlılığını bu aşk yolunda kaybetmiş İngiliz kızına dönerek sana hayat hikayemin konu başlıklarını verebilir miyim diye sordu? Ver dedi Evelyn, bütün dikkatiyle onu dinlemeye başladı. Lenin tiradını iyi ezberlemiş müsamere çocukları gibi zaman zaman gözlerini kapatarak hatta başını sallayarak anlatmaya koyuldu. ‘Konu başlıkları gerçek yaşamda olmadığını zannettiğimiz fakat işin esasına bakarsak onlarsız ne gerçek ne de hayal dünyasında var oluşumuzu sürdürme imkanına sahip olamayacağımız bir ağırlıktadır. Mevzu bende şu temalarda sıralanmakta: İnandığına yahut inanmadığına tam inanmak ve tevekkül; Rusya'ya geç kalmış bir bebekliği tattırmak, sanatın ilaçlardan daha etkili fakat teselliyi andıran tedavisini yani "geçmiş zaman olur ki hayali cihan değer" esinini modern biçimde devam ettirmek, köşe dönücülükten asla vazgeçmemek, spor ve güzel sanatların her bireyin ömründe profesyonelce yaşanmasını sağlamaya çalışmak ki bu arada hem Moskova hem de Ankara'da aynı an içerisinde başlamış müzikli sabah sporu saatlerini radyodan yayınlama işi hatırlamaya değer, evet bu eş disipline uygun hareket etmek, ailede sağlık saadet getirir ilkesine uymak, tarihi yıkılışları seyredebilmek, işini iyi yapmak, okumaktan kaçmamak, yazmayı ihmal etmemek.’
Shadowless Flash
He had a passport picture taken for the showcase, the new president at the “Farmers' Chamber”
The warmth is still in need of the sun, the lemon blossoms would be private in the dim place through an early summer
Photography requires light, let the rose in a hidden garden want to be discovered while smelling its secrecy for a moment.
Even though I am a representative at school, the exposure is light of mine, I go ahead, candidacy for to have been the hopes’ president!
Evelyn put aside all her inexperience and broadened the scope of her determinations as if she had seen a life-giving interest. Despite being a giant nation in the civil war caused by the Soviet scourge, the Russian people, who knew how to create big springs with small consolations, were now a giant that lost its power and had to create giant consolations again, not least in the abstract, in order to be able to imagine small and flowery gardens again. In fact, the fact that matured individuals feel this interesting obligation that stands upright in front of them like the shadow of a monster in middle and old ages, hasn't it revealed that even at an individual level, the shared experiments should not lose anything from their scale? The revolutionary leader that the young girl fell in love with is not a very old person, but she made him feel in every way that he could no longer use the small occasions of his young age to create happy moments when his aunts, even his mother, father, uncles, and distant aunts were on the list of the dead.
For the traumatized citizens of the new society afflicted by the Soviet scourge, as well as for those who are at least Lenin's age and the mature personalities above them, the little patches of sky we used to pull through the buildings were no longer enough to complete the garment of happiness.
Even if he is a Leader, without doubt, when a close or distant relative recovered from a disease that would not matter much during his school years and joined them again, under the help and assurance of our Lord, say the son or rather the teacher of teachers, he missed the opportunity to share with him again, to relive a certain day, a certain hour, a certain experience, and to relive that bad time. He was well aware of this, well past the days when he created a victory as if he had never flown from a clock and created a vigorous bliss over a simple or moderate disease. Now, most of the family's far and close relatives have migrated to the hereafter, if the phrase so to speak, and even the key that should be used is the key that will allow us to enter a black hole and take a shower, let's call it a key again, but its skin is neither steel nor porcelain, it will overtake both of them in resistance to heat and pressure. Let's say it would need a key-shaped tank.
Evelyn listened in her imagination to the rare folk song that her nursery rhymes echoed from her past:
MAGNIFICENCE IN NEW CONSOLIDATION!
As to the hairpin arms, cross space: hundreds of galaxies just now, swallowed
Countless rogue suns, snapped a million planets that’ve been digested, so easy…
They were mind-blowingly large, infinitely voluminous substances to be sawed
Flying into a disgraceful surrender at the level of shrinking, it all became berry!
ATANILAN KENTE VARIŞ
İstasyonun tek tük ışıkları gözüktü, sanki daha fazla hiçbir şey gözükmeyecekmiş gibi;
O zaman ne gam... geldiğin yer kâğıt üstünde var, haritada tamam fakat binasız;
Hasretin sana, "işbaşı yapmadan maaş işlemeye başlar, dön yaşarken özlemediğin doyumsuz semtine" dedi,
Nasıl bir hayat, nasıl istasyon bunlar... atanmışın üstünden baskı kaldırırken hırsını çalmak, anlam üstü manasız!
Yes, eventually the only thing that the founders did not believe in when the Soviet state was established was superstitious concepts such as honor and conscience based on belief, but superstitious deeds are not expected from the founders of the Soviet Union, or objective, rational conscience -rational, huh; whatever is it? - in the founders of the Leninist state, like every human being, there was only enough to evaporate easily. Evelyn, who we should count as a very mature young girl, was the boss of the cruelest person in the revolutionary committee consisting of such eccentric people, the most pointed person-Lenin had been hit by her heart, before she has come from England to the Kremlin basin, or rather, she had fallen as a platonic lover. But Lenin was a Snow-White Princess’ Seven Dwarf type a small, secret haunch, whom many revolutionary heroes would not deign to envy to their lover or wife, or even to be pushed that lady spouse into the bed of Soviet leader to linger if the mistress of the house was not fragrant bad. Although it is not considered to be more knowledgeable than the Ottoman Ministers on such intricate issues, it would be useful to pass on the subject at this stage, of course, it should have been doomed to remain in the middle due to the death of James Joyce.
The English girl strongly predicted that Lenin, surrounded by the appetite of millions of ladies-their avarices having been targeting him-would take a "yes" over a jerry-built stance, just like women, before to have shared love because in the history of humanity, the state of all those ladies who fell in love or started to fall in love, and continued to fall in love was the same: Because of abovementioned verity they could not say "no", so, their names would be in the circle of love. As for Lenin, he found everything he was looking for in himself or was doomed to think he had found all of it, so everything in this way should be useless, having made him completely disconnected from looking for a lover...
Evelyn, by the way-how and what that by the way may be, because the confusion wasn't stopping-had caught, let's call it in a break, an aphorism of Lenin that he had been hiding from everyone. "The people of Erzurum-the people of the city Pushkin visited-and the Jews would still share a common self-confidence. According to him, their power does not come from relying on their own religion. The source of their self-confidence is to despise members of other religions, that is, members of a fabricated religion!
From Evelyn's point of view, Lenin had a habit of classifying all living things around him, primarily humans, determining the general characteristics of these classes and basing the attitude he would develop towards them on top of this effort. According to her, for example, almost all European ladies, especially Soviet women, destroyed the "inclination to fall in love or instinct" that should have naturally been present in the founder of the Soviet Union by attracting excessive attention. and sheep and poultry rightly demanded care and did not make special efforts to increase their population. This was their historical betrayal, which the Soviets could rectify by contributing to the science of improving animal husbandry and by putting a lot of effort in this way through scientific methods. Say no more about the world peace generally! It might be endangered if Arabs and Jews were perceived by him only as extraordinarily intelligent people, according to their daily attitude. It was also imperative for the pogrom that those who dreamed of the deep musical notes should be kept under observation because of the Semitic talents who played those tunes extraordinarily on their instruments, whether they were scored or heard by ear. But human history was filling every void faster and more cruelly than nature, and an innocent word like "observation" would gradually take the form of anti-Zionist and later anti-Semitic observation.
Evelyn thought: What would the retirement of the Soviet leader, or rather its founding leader, be like? This was already certain that his retirement life would be successfully started by him at the appropriate time, because Lenin was not a dictator who had been accustomed to paying attention to his life. His dictatorship was based on creativity rather than dictation, so he was a founding leader. The English girl went one step further and intended to predict the letter that the retired Lenin would write to a neighborhood or a classmate in the future, and even if it was a successful prediction, she would write it in the future Just like my letter. The letter, which was written perfectly with attention to punctuation marks and never leaving the possibility of misunderstanding, started with the address 'From brother to my best friend, my unique friend' and continued as follows: "Now that I am retired, I have no secrets left. Let me first share the secret that only the two of us know, my dear brother. , my first youth friend. As you know, my main profession was not a statesman or anything else, I did not play any instruments, although I was in an orchestra. I was basically a double bass master who only produced bass rhythm, or rather small wails based on deep sounds. Again, as it is a secret between you and me. I was not performing any profession during the execution. Since I had carved the double bass touches, which would not be considered as a profession, into my own interpretation, I continued to be unprofessional but overworked heroically. An important aspect of my work, whose existence was completely made up, was that if it weren't for me, the audience would never have enjoyed the pleasure enriched by my low-pitched collapses from the orchestra, which my unreachable skill created would have been enough for me to live happily in retirement and to be proud of my own achievements from afar, and that was enough. In the meantime, if you don't get hurt, I'll admit that the secret I just shared with you has zero contribution to the retirement happiness I feel. What I'm saying is that the moments when I have Sunday breakfast under my aunt's curious gaze are filled with joy, pride and even excitement, but at this level full of excitement, it comes true thanks to the secret I shared with you. But let me remind you again, on the condition that you do not get hurt; There is no positive or negative contribution to my situation that we share the known secret, my dear brother, my dear friend! On the occasion of the letter, I would like to mention that the families of distant relatives from Lebanon, Tel Aviv and even Riyadh, which I repeat twice, come together with a pastry, a light brown coffee, the color of which the milk has cleared, perhaps to commemorate the long-deceased elders of one of the parties, close to the other, at the time when I am going to have breakfast. These are the close and distant relatives of the VITE family-meaning the elders of the writer Abba VITE-and only they have heard my voices, which would be considered normal to seem aimless throughout my professional life, in the halls dedicated to the art show." Soviet State Founder Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
SELF CONFIDENCE OF BELOVED LADS
Evelyn, by the way-how and what that by the way may be, because the confusion wasn't stopping-had caught,
Let's call it in a break, an aphorism of his that they had been hiding from everyone.
"The akin folk of Erzurum that Pushkin visited and the sons of Israel would still share a common self-confidence viz. self-taught.
According to them, their power does not come from relying on their own religion.
Chorus
The source of their self-confidence is to despise members of other religions,
Namely the members of a fabricated religion ridiculous for all of them is false!
EKMEK
Keçi sakallı Lenin dinsizdi, hatta sahtekâr bir ticaret dininin piyonuydu,
Sanat düşmanı, iğrenç eleştiriler yazmaya kalktı, piyanosu adeta"piyanu"ydu;
Ekmek ve barış vadetti mavi gözleri ilahi denizlerden temiz Ruslara,
Barışını kanlı baskılara oturtmuştu… ne fırıncı kaldı ne fırın: ekmek kuyruğunda rejimi düştü dara!
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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters..
Minutes elapsed in the garment of interval plus and silence captured the time…
(ANNEX-A WITH NO KOCHEL NUMBER: OT THE FRENZY CAUSED BY THE STRESS RUSSIAN CONQUEST IN UKRAINE)
Suddenly and unexpectedly Mr. Karl gave start to speak to the wall that was the nearest to him,
-“And if there was anything wrong in it you must forgive me. I blame all the faults within the talks uttered by the company here, although they are not contemptible and repulsive people as far as I know, and here am I, obliged to fill up their beverage glasses. Ah, how often I’ve asked each of them to leave the others behind! And yet-as an aside-I have to put up with every citizen to have visited us. As for other ladies and gentlemen escorting every visitor, I’ve been obliged to be welcoming them too…”
His wife came instantly running from the kitchen and talked back vehemently,
-“Hey Karl, hush please. Probably we ought to think of this delirium you would be suffering for once, but whatever you say it’s no use no logics considering that only an hour before the visitors arrived for the second time in a late evening, huh?
Monsieur host insisted,
-“They come barging in like crocodiles having been diving into a North American river apt for their survival. And now they really must go to the crazy waters where they belong.
Humboldt-seemingly not having appalled stood up, skipped in a hasty manoeuvre to put off all electrics apparatuses around and shouted at the others,
-“If the Russian-conquering Ukraine-induced news weren’t available here he’d not-shoving Karl’s neck with his point finger-talk deliriously, and opened the door-for the worst probability-to exit and-who knows-to pull the electricity lever of the whole parish down inasmuch as apparently his verdict should ordain that he himself would have to drive all Ukrainian War News source out their little world..
Monsieur Karl asked his wife,
-‘Doesn’t you hear him, then?’
‘No,’ said she. ‘Maybe he’s asleep.’
‘What!’ cried Karl. ‘Asleep? When I looked around-since that war-I would see I was awake and suffering from Voice Tic’
He would chant intermittently to irritate because of its endless repetitions instead of its too much low decibel:
Sleep… (MUMBLING) baby, my dearest,
(SOUNDING AN INAUDIBLE CHORUS)) Hushabye, a-bye.
Quietly the bright moon
Is looking at you in the cradle.
I will start telling a story,
Sing a song;
You dream a dream, closing the eyes,
Hushabye, a-bye. (AT LEAST FORTY TIMES)
Hushabye, a-bye…. Hushabye, a-bye…… Hushabye, a-bye…. Hushabye, a-bye
Other folk exclaimed very loudly:
-“What, what, what? O our Lord! Voice Tic, huh?”
(ANNEX-B WITH NO KOCHEL NUMBER: OF THE VOICE TIC)
To: Dear readers of my newest novel-The Worst viz. The Best or rather the RUSSIA-UKAINE WAR, say its SOCIO-MEDICAL ASPECTS
From: Doctor ABBA-The Author
I would like to emphasize the point that should be considered very vital: song or melody humming tic (A SPECIAL TIC BASED ON VOICE PRODUCTION), which should be assumed a tic related to making a sound… It’s a disease that carries terrible risks in the social and individual life as a whole due to its noisy structure, and it is a disease that consumes one's energy in vain over umpteen vague melody repetitions. Considering the increase rate of the crises of this ailment during periods when people would be nervous or sad, the imperative suggestion of rational thought should be made thus: if tension or sadness accelerates the formation of tic, it might for the relief of the case, then the usually resorted to pain medication is essential, it is rationally inevitable and indisputably scientific. According to this, if the relaxation of the case is prevented, psychological and physical conditioning will turn its direction to silence or to create other reactions! The only salvation of the humming one, who is relieved by humming song like things, can use only one method, through the intervention of the medic who advises the case not to complicate the task: to explain to the case that it would be a rational action for the case to make the tic tiresome by suggesting that he add or change the lyrics to the song he is humming to have made the relaxation induced habitual addiction wearisome.
In this process, of course, the case should be taken into prosody training as well.
Reference
A SPECIAL TOURRETTE TIC ESSAY OF MINE
See within the pages of NATO HABER THE NATO GAZETTE thereof I’m the Chief Editor as being The Social Medicine Authority-Having got the General Surgery, Epidemiology, Gynecology and Psychiatric Social Work rotations through the obligatorily programmed and adjusted to PG curriculum for medics as field studies to have reflexed in that forum like publication!
TO BE CONTINUED...
TEFRİKA EDİLEN ROMANIMDAN BUGÜNKÜ BÖLÜM DE İLGİNÇ, SİZİN İÇİN İNGİLİZCE ASLI VE TÜRKÇE TERCÜMESİYLE VERİYORUM.
Little Simon's father joined the conversation without speaking with the intention of venting, in other words, for the author to change the subject. Little Simon's father was quoting his own father in his speech. When his father passed his middle age, some of the elders of the family lost their lives in that day's pandemic, the father of little Simon's father, in other words, his grandfather. After only ten years of patience, he made the following speech that was so cold that it could be counted for himself. C’mon guys, it's long past the age when they set an example for everyone as family elders and even offered guidance, even if it wasn't considered advice. As of that day and as of today, my deceased elders are my younger nephews and they are old. How I once gave importance to these people and how I did not fall down the rain pipe and become crippled under their guidance. Mr. Karl, while he was developing perfectly within the measures of logic, groaned, "Where did you get this fall from the rain pipe, my dear," he sang the question sentence that accumulated in his mouth, and he was exhausted by spreading his hands to both sides. Little Simon's father called his son on his cell phone to ask for help in placing a final sentence in his conversation, which he could not finish with logical sentences. Little Simon was busy because he was busy recording in his diary the adventure of the rubber tree belonging to the mother of one of his favorite neighborhood friends, which his father often mentioned in his reminiscences from his youth. Although the rubber tree came to the fore from time to time in the lines he wrote, the family analysis, the semi-ancient but uncompromising Love lines of FUZULI, whose fame spread from the Caucasus to semi-antic Constantinople, came to the fore in the protocol. They were in favor of both respecting the protocol and respecting themselves. Then again, something was served, a solid delicatessen escorted by beverage was eaten, cookies were devoured, and berry salads consisting of seasonal fruits were served on porcelain plates with flowers. The only person who didn't get a share of them was undoubtedly the writer standing outside the pages; while he was talking to himself, he was eating pistachios with his camouflaged nails peeling off their shells. The summarized purpose of the author's inner speech, which he did not even have the opportunity to hear with his own ears, was to provide a flow in accordance with the big brother’s logic of the days in an individual, lightly logical initial focus and to complete the deficiency: The question to him is that this rubber tree is standing close to the door of a fairly large workplace entrance, not obstructing the entrance. does it? And did it show that the entrance doors of the adjacent structures of the other pavement standing in front of it embraced the unfailing idea of a true story as well as a romantic one-the senses and intuitions molded into the mind-embracing everything? Reply to him: Yes, absolutely, absolutely down right, in the ancient language. Without these internal guarantees, we would not be able to go out for fear of accident. Inner question: What are we busy with when we go out on the street? Answer: Soccer ball, a song in lower dialects: “Running after you, to have run…”
Küçük Simon'un babası, yazarın konu değiştirmesi amacıyla diğer bir deyişle vantilasyon niyetiyle konuşmadan, sohbete dahil oldu. Evet, Simon'un babası kendi babasından alıntılamalar yapıyordu konuşmasında. Babası orta yaş üstünü geçtiğinde aile büyüklerinin bir kısmı o günkü bir pandemide hayatlarını yitirmişlerdi, küçük çocukcağızın babasının babası diğer bir ifadeyle dedesi, sadece on yıl sabrettikten sonra kendi kendine sayılacak derecede gündeme soğuk şu konuşmayı yapmıştı. “Yahu ben şimdi onların aile büyükleri olarak herkese örnek teşkil ettiği ve hatta nasihat sayılmasa da yol göstericilik sunduğu yaşı geçeli çok oldu. Yaşamını yitirmiş aile büyüklerim o gün itibariyle de bugün itibariyle de benim küçük yeğenlerim ve yaşındalar. Bir zamanlar bu insanlara nasıl önem vermişim ve onların rehberliğinde nasıl olup da yağmur borusundan düşüp sakat kalmamışım, hatta müsaadenizle şöyle ifade edeyim: kalmamışız. Arkadaşlarımı da hesaba katarsanız kalmamışım yerine kalmamışız çekimi daha isabetle oturuyor. Bay Karl, mantık ölçüleri içerisinde mükemmel gelişirken bu yağmur borusundan düşme işini nereden çıkardınız azizim diye inlercesine ağzında biriken soru cümlesini seslendirdi ve ellerini iki yana açarak bitkin düştü. Küçük Simon’un babası cep telefonundan oğlunu aradı mantıklı cümlelerle bitiremediği söyleşisine bir final cümlesi yerleştirmede yardım istemek amacıyla. Küçük Simon meşguldü çünkü o da babasının gençlik yıllarından yaptığı anımsamalarda sık sık dile getirdiği, çok sevdiği mahalle arkadaşlarından birinin annesine ait kauçuk ağacının serüvenini hatıra defterine kaydetmekle boğuşup duruyordu. Kaleme aldığı satırlarda kauçuk ağacı zaman zaman ön plana çıkmakla birlikte, arkasından aile analizleri, Kafkaslardan eski Konstantinopolis’e kadar ünü yayılmış Fuzuli'ye ait yarı antik fakat modernlikten hiç taviz vermeyen aşk dizeleri protokolde öne geçiyordu. Kısacası,babasının aile mahalle veya muhit büyükleri olarak saydığı kişiler hem protokolün önemsenmesinden hem de kendilerine saygı duyulmasından yana idiler. Sonra yine bir şeyler ikram edildi, bir şeyler içildi, kurabiye yenildi mevsim meyvelerinden oluşan yemiş salatalarının çiçekli porselen tabaklarla ikramı yapıldı. Bunlardan pay alamayan tek kişi şüphesiz sayfaların dışında duran yazardı; o da içinden konuşurken, kamufle edilmiş tırnakları ile kabuklarını ayırıp Antep fıstığı yiyordu. Yazarın kendi kulaklarıyla duyma olanağına sahip bulunmadığı iç konuşmasının özetlenebilir amacı, bireysel, tüyden hafif mantıklı bir başlangıç odağında günlerin ağır abi mantığına uygun bir akış sağlamak ve eksiği tamamlamaktı: Kendisine soru bu kauçuk ağacı oldukça büyük bir iş yeri girişinin girişe engel olmayacak şekilde kapısına yakın duruyor mu? Ve karşısında duran diğer kaldırımın bitişik yapılarına ait giriş kapılarını romantik olduğu kadar gerçek bir hikâyenin şaşmaz fikrine-akılla yoğrulmuş his ve sezgilerini-biçimde her şeyi kucaklattığını gösteriyor muydu? Kendisine cevap: Evet, kesinlikle, eski dilde mutlaka ve muhakkak. Bu iç kaynaklı garantiler olmasaydı, kaza-bela korkusuyla sokağa çıkamazdık. İç soru: Sokağa çıkınca nelerle meşgul oluruz genel manada? Cevap: Futbol topu, alt lehçelerde bir şarkı: “Yar peşinde koşa, koşa…”
Ömür ve Devlet hali üstüne,
Rubailer.
(Prof. MES Solzhenitsof kendi dörtlüklerini Türkçeye çevirdi.)
OLMAYAN ŞEY:
KENDİ
Herkesin macerası bu batağa saplanıyor; batmadan elbet, varlık güçlü,
Oturmuşuz okey masasına, kimse oyun bilmiyor, adeta ellerdeki sadece ikili, üçlü;
Herkes, en olmayacak şey: yani kendi; canlıları, kendi olmak yalanı bitirecek,
Ömür gailesine akortlanmak çok zor, karşındaki tel, fil olmaya fil de aslında belki sümüklü böcek!
On the state of life and state,
Rubais. 1
“OWN” CAN’T BE!
Everyone's adventure gets stuck in this swamp; without sinking of course, existence is strong,
We sat at the okey table, no one knows the game, it's almost as if the only thing in the hands double’s, triple’s song;
Everyone, the most unlikely thing: that is, their own; living beings, the lie of being yourself will hit death gong,
It's very difficult to tune into the pain of life, don't call it an elephant to be an elephant. all the more it maybe a slug gang!
TEFRİKA EDİLEN ROMANIMDAN BUGÜNKÜ BÖLÜM İLGİNÇ, SİZİN İÇİN TÜRKÇE TERCÜMESİYLE VERİYORUM.
Simon'un babası Bay Karl'a dönerek,
-"Siz bir gecikmeden bahsediyordunuz; tabii bunun güncelliği yok, gelecekte gecikmekse zaten söz konusu dahi edilemez. O zaman iki soruya ihtiyacımız var: geçmişteki gecikmeyi nasıl fark ettiniz bir, bunlar ne tür gecikmelerdi, iki?"
-"Bu sorunuzu cevaplandırırken önümde önemli bir handikap var çünkü muayyen bir günde başıma ne geldiğini anlatmak istediğimde yüzde doksan dokuz ihtimalle pazar gününe denk geliyor takvim. Bunun nedenini sırf kutsal gün ile açıklamak yanlış kaçmaz fakat hatırlatmak isterim ki evde en çok bulunduğumuz gün de pazardır. Geçmişteki gecikmelerimizden dolayı zaten pazar gününü değerlendiremiyoruz. Kendimizle verimli bir köşede baş başa kalamadığımız gibi elimiz teyzemizi aramaya da varmıyor. Hem arasanız ne olacak? Kelimelerin, virgüllerin hatta sessizliğin rahatsız ettiği-sağlıksız demeyelim de-hasta ve yaşlı yahut yaşlı ve hasta birisiyle bedeninin-daha açık konuşalım mı, bedensel yetmezliğinin-izin verdiği oranda paylaşabilirsiniz zihninizden geçenleri. Dahası, ona telefonda SIBELYUS dinletip yürek yakan pasajları birlikte yudumlamayı hayal etmeniz mümkün müdür? Bir köşeye çekilip başımı dinleyeyim deseniz atlattığınız bin bir badireyi-elbette herkes için o badireler binden aşağı değildir-nasıl atlattığınızı düşünmemeniz için imanınızı en az bin bir kez yenilemek zorundasınız. Ne yazık ki günümüzde insanlar iyi şeyleri daha zor hatırlıyorlar."
Humboldt araya girerek sabırsızca yarı soru yarı onay uzunca bir laf kapması yaptı:
-"Azizim doğrusunu isterseniz kuşak-eski dil ile nesil-ayrımı yapmak duygu ve düşüncelerimizdeki değişiklikleri bence yanlış yansıtıyor. Kederlerimizi hatırlarken cömert davranıyorsak bunda bizim de yaşlanıyor olmamızın payı çok büyük olsa gerek. İşin gerçeğine varmak yönünde biraz kendimi zorlayıp karşımdaki genç kalabalığı zorlamalı bir irdelemeye tabi tutmaktayım kimi zaman ve görmekteyim ki onların birçoğu dahi yaşlı ve hasta. Sahip oldukları yegâne güç genç ve neşeli görünmelerini sağlayacak sınırlı bir enerji fazlası sanki.
Turning to Mr. Karl, Simon's father, asked,
-"You were talking about a delay; of course, it is out of date regarding to any certain time conception, if it would be delayed in the future, it should be out of the question. Then we need two questions: one, how did you notice the delay in the past, what kind of delays were they, two?"
"There is an important handicap in answering your question because when I want to tell you whatever happened to me on a certain day, the calendar would fall on a Sunday with a nine percent probability. It would be wrong to explain the reason for this with just the holy day as a certain, but I would like to remind you that Sunday is the day we used to be at home the most. As we cannot be alone in a productive corner, we cannot find our aunt too for calling up. Let's talk more openly: with someone-to chatter-who is sick and old or old and sick, thereto words are to be disturbing over the most single punctuation or even silence-let's not say unhealthy-how you can share your feelings as much as your physical insufficiency might allow moreover. Is it possible to imagine having her listen to Sibelius on the phone and sipping heartbreaking passages together? If you would want to go to a corner and listen to the pacific hiss from your mind, you have to renew your faith at least a thousand times so that you don't think about how you survived a thousand and one troubles-of course, those troubles are not less than a thousand for everyone. Unfortunately, nowadays people have a harder time remembering good things."
Humboldt intervened and impatiently half-questioned-half admittedly-made a long speech:
-"Honestly, I think the distinction between generational old language and generational division misrepresents the changes in our feelings and thoughts… Unfortunately, nowadays people have a harder time remembering good things.". If we are generous in remembering our sorrows, it must be due to the fact that we too are getting old. Sometimes I force myself to reach the truth of the matter and subject the young crowd in front of me to a forced examination, and I see that most of them are old and sick also. It's as if the only power they have is a limited surplus of energy that will make them look young and cheerful.”
BIRTH CANNOT BE FORGIVEN
No birth is considered meaningless, meaning skin is synthetic, very row.
Coming to the world is incomplete, it cannot be completed, while it is completed; it would excuse tomorrow
Crying in the chapter "Alas, we were born" does not give hope and imitation tears
Pathetic fate: the birth that exploits your sorrow, the eyes are real as for the head how fake it’s!
Varşova-e Dörtlük Kümesi /Pazar Özel Konvansiyonu/
Konu: Tarımsal İlaçlama Uçakları
(Doktor ABBA Rubaisini sizin için Türkçeye çevirdi.)
TEKİL VE ÇOĞUL
Örgütü var eden, tekillik korkusu ve tekil sanılan bir başa bağlanmak,
Herkesin içindeki korku aynı imdatta okunur: yetişin, kurtaran yok mu?
Kurtarıcı çoğul çekime gelmez, o tektir, tekildir; gücü hayal gibi muğlak,
Dokunmayın sığınana, mürşit uçursun; imdada yetişene bir uçuş çok mu?
Nakarat
Harmandan mahrum sürüyü kurtarmaz tarım tayyaresi: ihtiyaç o tekile,
Yoksa celallenir uygarlığın efesi, şaplak atar, çıkışır: ayakaltından çekil be!
MY SUMMER HOLIDAY
I-The traveller took valet aside and asked:
‘Why did I come here to this place?
Shall I live in the real-world precincts?’
‘In the real-world precincts?’ repeated the valet,
As if he didn’t understand the hombre.
‘Dear worker,’ said the hombre., ‘you were…? ‘
‘Oh no, dear,’ said the valet, ‘You were going to come back home’
The traveller felt not himself astonished any the less murmuring “hmm,
I won’t sleep in the park…I see that here is the twin of my house!’
He was going to reach his own room, only there but here.
He felt that his smile wasn’t wearier and he himself not insignificant,
And carried on with the same probe, lo
‘Why didn’t you tell me so?’
‘You didn’t ask, dear sir,’ said the valet;
‘Okay! I only wanted to give me some messages from the street,
Furthermore, from the beach, the park, or the square there, so I thought
You could give me news-not the messages-at your leisure
About the inflation and the war!’
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This is quite the astoundingly astute and pertinently poignant read in having correctly and most accurately assessed the euphemized correlation of the once sacred terminology we so haphazardly toss about as humanity's humanitarianism that is/was derived from the root word humane; a word which explicitly speaks of possessing, and, therefore, exhibiting compassion for other(s) living creatures (including and appropriately embracing our fellow, so called, human beings), as that very trait's characteristic that was once thought to have rendered us each as qualifiedly and certifiably true to life living Human Beings, well worthy of the Hu that is alleged to have made Man HUman ... Alas, we have, each and every one, been mindlessly reduced to no more than Sheeple-People Cattle, mind blind groping in the darkness of modern technology animals who profess our humanity, while promoting the preaching of humanitarianism, whilst having, long eons ago, deserted and departed from any semblance of compassion's factual rendering of Man as HUman ... Excellent work! rate: , , Rated 3 stars, cost: 100 skip
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Very thought provoking thoughts set to page regarding naught near to zero's nothing, for even nothing is something in its quantitative singularity's existence as none's nothing at all, a moment's clarity of rarity in pondering upon that reality of casting one's eyes on the Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe's Graph of the entirety of the currently, and coming to a neighborhood bar and grill near you real soon (https://map.gsfc.nasa.gov/media/060915/index.html ) , existing and exhibited Universe wherein at the coned end of said graph some thing is verifiably emanating forth into existence from some unknown said source very well beyond Man's grasp of understanding nothing as exactly that which is definable as to what Zero truly is/was/will be/can be/should be/may be for our inquisitive eyes and minds to see, and ponder, and wonder, in quietness of total awe ... Very inspiring thoughts set to pen of page here, for sure and for certain ...
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Powerful words laden to the brim with when: When will said Savior arrive to help, to assist, to save in the midst of a dying and suffering world of genocide, war, plague, disaster, and hopelessness peddled as Blind Faith's dope called Hope? ... I, myself, prefer a distantly aloof Creator of all that is and will ever be (An Extant Catalyst Reactant Ultimate Source Point Of Origin Of All Existence) who has done all and given all to Man that shall ever be delivered or allegedly owed, due to Man's exclusive significance in relation to existence within all of Existence, rather than a caped crusader Jesus Christ who never shows up in time to save the suffering and dying masses of Humanity, or, simply, shows up too little too late ... Inspiring thoughts set to pen of page here ...
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MOSCOW CAMPAIGNS VIE FIRST “GREAT ISRAELI” ATTACK*
Ho! Beat at the Vikings’ survival through The Napoleonic and Hitler’s hit
Nobody would open-ad hoc casus belli- any dispute
Lo, forward! Even if the survivor-after myriad debacles-would be to win
Let Zelensky be third great commander in…
(*Ukrainian President says so)
To Share” is a Weird Job?
Let’s argue: It's the "spirit of the times" that would be shared, borrowing from the wardrobe of words therethrough my Hon. Jewish Uncle Kafk…, looks,
The dodge past, the secure future, and the little present, little and yet too much exaggerated;
The great mistake that owes its existence to our laziness, i.e., the present tense: black poisonous stream of what is hidden in a chamber of cooks,
After all, our energy that is to be shared: empty adrenaline, runaway electricity... cosmopolitan or national a bit![
BAŞKALARI
Sen olmayanlar aleminde herkes için zamandan çal, onlar başka
Kolaylıktan yana haksız lokmayı kendine ayıramazsın, onlara sun
Kim üstünden uydurulur eklemden münezzeh ağrı; acılar muhtaç aşka,
Kimlik dişsiz tırnaksız senaryoda; bırak, benlik tarifini onlarda bulsun!
ON PERSONALITY AND TIME!
One feels time deep inside, that that elapse not; nay…
We obey what we feel, if we do not, what does harmony say?
Russia was now engaged in a war of attrition, off there.
The leader of Eastern Europe seemed to have decided to tire
Western Europe… doddoit a bit
Then let's wrap the notebook of the Ukraine War, so let's finish it.
Look, look, there is an evening across the big windows of the inning:
A street evening, an evening of gentle lights, a restaurant evening,
An evening of partying, a personal time period from which one goes on a journey or returns from it plus.
It had been a long time since, alas
We had forgotten such personality induced pieces of time.
This forgetting of course existed long, long, long before all the same,
Yet after a while it slowly settled into its place down right to hiss,
One cannot help but be sad because in the past, all of our time pieces
Had personalities For example, there was morning, noon, afternoon,
Evening, early night, midnight and later in the night; all these’re none
Presently unique concepts that presented the events that were to be
Perceived, approaching to them appropriately!