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I don't have much time to write these days and while working on students' marks or reports, I keep listening to Ray LaMontagne. I love the song below, the lyrics are well-written and his voice is very smooth. The melancholy in the words may not fit the spirit of vacation but still they are nicely put together. On Saturday, I am going away and will start writing my 10 days-trip on daily base. Keep

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ทันทีที่ผมวางหนังสือเดินทางที่เคาท์เตอร์ตรวจคนเข้าเมืองในสนามบินนานาชาติของกรุงนิวยอร์ก ก็มีเจ้าหน้าที่ตำรวจนายหนึ่งปรากฏกายออกมา อันที่จริงแล้วเขาตามผมมาตั้งแต่ผมออกจากเครื่องบิน ผมทำเป็นไม่เห็นเขาเพื่อจะไม่ดูมีพิรุธ แต่มันก็ไม่ช่วยอะไรได้ เพราะเขาไม่พยายามแอบเลย ตำรวจนายนี้คว้าเอาหนังสือเดินทางของผมไปก่อนสุภาพสตรีที่นั่งอยู่เสียอีก “คุณมาจากตุรกีเหรอ” เขาถามด้วยเสียงทุ้มต่ำเป็นงานเป็นการ <!--[

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ภรรยาผมออกจากบ้านไปตั้งแต่อาทิตย์ที่แล้ว ในทันทีที่เธอหายวับไป ฝุ่นและสิ่งสกปรกก็เข้าปกคลุมบ้านนี้ เหมือนเรือที่กำลังจะล่ม น้ำทะลักเข้ามาจากทุกทิศทางด้วยพละกำลังมหาศาล ไม่มีใครหยุดเรือที่จะล่มได้หรอก ไม่ว่าจะมีมือกี่มือหรือขากี่ขา มันจะล่มในไม่ช้าก็เร็ว เมื่อตอนที่เธออยู่เรามีแต่ความรักกรุ่นไปทั่วบ้าน เราสัมผัสจูบกอดกันและกันในทั่วทุกห้อง บางครั้งเราทะเลาะเบาะแว้งกัน บางคราวจังหวะชีวิตก็ท้าทายเรา

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YAĞMURUyandıramamıştı ağır ağır yağan yağmur, öğlen güneşinin azgın sıcağından kaçmak için, buldukları ağaçların gölgelerine kurdukları derme çatma hamaklarda şekerleyen, taksi şoförlerini. Hatta ne evlerinin önünde çekirdek çıtlatıp, her anlatıldığında yeni muamalesi gören mahalle dedikodularıyla akşamı eden kadınların, ne onların süzgün bakışlarına dokunmaksızın sokaktan geçmek isteyen yüzleri

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โถงห้องรอของโรงพยาบาลเอกชนแห่งหนึ่ง เด็กหญิงนึกย้อนไปถึงวันที่บิดาพาไปรับแว่นตาจากโรงพยาบาลของรัฐ มันเป็นวันที่อึมครึมไร้สีสัน เธอจำได้ว่าภายในโรงพยาบาลนั้นหนาวเย็น คนแก่ไอโคกครากอย่างน่าสงสาร เด็กเล็กๆร้องไห้ระงมราวกับนี่เป็นวันสิ้นโลกก็ไม่ปาน กลิ่นของยาแรงพอที่จะทำให้เธอหวั่นกลัว หน้าตาเศร้าสร้อยละห้อยหาของผู้ป่วยที่มารอรักษาก็ยิ่งทำให้น่าตื่นตระหนก

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Ömer Muhtar’i izleyenler anımsar, filmin en önemli sahnelerinden birisini. Çölde pusuya yakalanan İtalyan askerleri, Ömer Muhtar’ın adamlarıyla çatışmaya girince, birer birer öldürülürler. Geriye genç bir subay kalır ve o da teslim olur. Ömer Muhtar’ın yanıbaşındaki mücahitlerden birisi bu genç subayı da öldürmek ister ama Ömer Muhtar ona engel olur. Mücahit “Ama onlar öldürüyor bizi!” deyince

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“Pain is inevitable, suffering is option” says Haruki Murakami, a well-known novelist and a long-distance runner. Running, like all other sports, requires mental discipline and physical endurance. One cannot even run 10 km without the proper training, as otherwise things might go very wrong and long-lasting injuries might occur. We went to Cambodia to complete a half-marathon. The goal of the

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Kilometre 2 (Strangers in the Night) İkidir ilk asal sayı, tüm çift sayıların varlığından sorumlu olan. Hoş, Sagan ve benzeri inatçı matematikçilere göre, asal sayıları ikiden başlatmak bire yapılan büyük bir haksızlıktır. Bu yüzden Sagan, kitabı “Cosmos”da, asal sayıları 1’den başlatır. Aklı sıra devrim yapacak, matematiğe yeni bir soluk getirecek. Gereksiz bir tartışma, bana göre. Sever bilim

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Bu arada "Sıfırıncı Kilometre"yi gözden geçirdim, biraz değiştirdim. Her yeni bölümde bunu yapacağım, aksi takdirde öykünün tutarlılığı tehlikeye girecek.Kilometre 1 (Strangers in the Night) Her şey birle başlar. Doğum birdir, yaşam bir, ölen birdir, öldüren de. Birleri yanyana koyarak elde ederiz diğer sayıları. Birleri üstüste dizerek fark ederiz başarının bir anlamının olduğunu. Beyaz kumsala

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To Brian Reid, who made me addicted to the long-distance running...Beni uzun mesafe koşu tiryakisi yapan Brian Reid'e... Sıfırıncı kilometre:Sabahın dördünde uyandım, kol saatinin alarmının çalmasından otuz saniye önce. Sanki içimde başka bir saat var, daha doğru, daha çalışkan, daha cazgır, kolumdakiyle yarışan. Yatakta otuz saniye

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Kamboçya'ya... Yırtıktı cebim uzun zamandır! Geçen hafta sol cebim delinmişti, diktirmeye üşenmiştim, benim gibi garibana sağ cebim yeter diye. Bu sabah da sağ cebimin delik olduğunu fark ettim, şaşkınlıkla. Hep bu sivri anahtarlar yüzünden sanırım, alışık olmayınca anahtar taşımaya, çelik de olsa o cep delinecek eninde sonunda . Akşama kadar, unutayazıp, müşterinin verdiği parayı delikli cebime

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Haruki Murakami’nin “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running” adlı kitabını az önce bitirdim. Üretken bir romancı olan Murakami, aynı zamanda sıkı bir koşucu. Kitabı yazmayı bitirdiği 2008 yılına kadar, 26 maraton koşmuş, hayatını koşmak ve yazmak diye iki ana uğraşıya adamış, alabildiğine disiplinli ve varmak istediği

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Self is the only dress we cannot remove from our body. It grows both inside and outside us, encapsulates us and in fact takes both the guilt and the pride from us. It sticks to our being like a slimy leech and stays with us as long as our consciousness continues living.The biggest illusion, perhaps, comes from the idea of the permanent self which is believed to be built inside the isolated box of

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KURŞUN Saat 12’yi yeni geçmişti vurulduğumda. İnce bır sızı yerleşti göğsümün sol kenarına, kaldı orada ete yavaş yavaş saplanan bir çivi gibi. Parmağı kesip bir işeyararlığına devam eden bir tel parçası gibi umursamazdı kurşun. Nasıl oldu, nereden geldi anlayamadım uzun süre. Öyle, bir anda oluverdi, sabah uyanınca sehbaya çarpmışım da

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THERE IS NO HAPPY LOVE Man never truly possesses anything Not his strength, not his weakness, not his heart When he opens his arms His shadow forms a cross When he tries to embrace happiness He crushes it His life is a strange and painful separation There is no happy love His life resembles those soulless soldiers Who have been groomed for a different fate Why should they rise in the morning When

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And read this: http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?aid=22963&context=vaFor the first time in human history almost all of humanity is politically activated, politically conscious and politically interactive... The resulting global political activism is generating a surge in the quest for personal dignity, cultural respect and economic opportunity in a world painfully scarred by memories of

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Tunus’da, Mısır’da, Yemen’de ya da Suriye’de protestolar başlayıp, halk sokaklara döküldüğünde bunu bir özgürlük ve demokrasi arayışı olarak lanse eden ve saatlerce aralıksız yayın yapan batı medyasının, kendi arka bahçesindeki olayları görmezlikten gelmesi ne kadar anlamlı değil mi? Üç haftadır ABD’nin finans merkezi olan Wall Street’deki gösterilere CNN, BBC, ABC gibi kanalların neredeyse

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Kapıyı açmadan önce delikten baktım ki ne olur ne olmaz, kimvurduya gitmeyeyim. Uzun boylu, sıska, genç bir delikanlı, Hasan’ın yaşlarında olsa gerek. Üzerine biraz bol gelen bir takım elbise giyinmiş. Beyaz gömlek üstünde açık mavi bir kıravat. Elinde şimdilerde moda olan bilgisayar çantalarından var. Ne istiyor acaba, seyyar satıcıya benzemiyor, öyle olsaydı elinde kocaman klasörle gezerdi ya

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Gün geçmiyor ki gazetelerde okumayalım bir başka kanlı vahşet. Karısını on yerinden bıçaklayıp intihar eden pek sevimli kocalar, sevgilisinin kafasına sokak ortasında kurşun sıkan delikanlılar, sevdiği kız kendisine yüz vermeyince okulunu basıp kızı kaçıran ve ardından götürdüğü gizli mekanda kıza tecavüz eden çılgın aşıklar ve daha neler neler. Aklın, hayalin almayacağı türlü işkencelere maruz

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Kocam hayatını kaybettiğinden beri ilk defa açtım bilgisayarı. Cenazeyi kaldırdıktan sonra bir hafta kızımın yanında kaldım, torunların cıvıl cıvıl oyunları unutturdu bir nebze, içimdeki kapanmayan boşluğu. Hele ufaklığın yaptığı binbir türlü maskaralık, annesinin rujuyla gözlerinin altını çizip salonun ortasında kızılderili olması, tülü beline dolayıp ben şarkıcı oldum diyerek ortalıkta

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Son bir aydır yazamadım. Yazmadım demiyorum çünkü yazabilseydim mutlaka bir şeyler üretir, bir yerlere de üç beş satır çiziktirirdim. Yazmanın her şeyden önce zihinsel bir eylem olması pek çok insanı şaşırtan, yazmayı hiç denememiş insanların kafasını kurcalayan bir durumdur. İnsan yazmaya zihninde başlar. Pek çok zaman yazılacak makalenin, şiirin ya da öykünün ilk cümleleri, ilk sözcükleri

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The air is dark, there is nothing in the sky resembling the stars.I am soaking wet from head to toe.Climbing the stairs slowly, while looking back.I am soaking wet from head to toe.I remember her call, not sure whether it was a dream or not.It is raining crazy outside.Letting my body free fall to the floor.I am soaking wet from head to toe.I knew it from the trembling of your hands.The rain

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Now, I can understand you are the sister of Rimbaud Now, I can understand that many destroyed gardens should be considered yours At the train stations, in the empty boats, we will spend the frost of the night. We are going to spend it, aren’t we?.. Don’t touch the kettle, the tea is being steeped. Beyond your eyes, all become sooty In your blood, one thousand one types of

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Bu öykü Ayrılık Öyküleri kitabına gönderilmiştir. Yayınevinin haklarını korumak için öyküyü blog sayfasından kaldırmak zorunda kaldım. Eğer kitabın editörleri öyküyü reddederlerse tekrar yayınlayacağım bu sayfada.

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No matter what other people say about the cliches of pop music or the abuse of melancholic feelings of Turkish people, I still very much like Sezen Aksu's songs. Yes, she is the kâbe of melancholy (huh, another cliche?) The lyrics, the rhythm of the song and her deep touching voice always make me to listen to her whenever I feel sad or helpless. I will embed some of her best songs below so that I

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On iki yıl önceydi, sabahın üçünde gürleyen yerin açtığı o kapkara pencerede başladık izlemeye, içinde yaşadığımız evlerin duvarlarının, bizleri nasıl esir alıp, binlerce canı bir anda sonlandırışını. O evlerde sevgiyle büyütülen çocuklar, aşkla genişleyen yürekler, merhametle beslenen kardeşler , dedeler ve nineler vardı. Ama aynı zamanda o evlerde çok güvendiğimiz sistemimizin eksik çimentoları

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Aşkı hayatın merkezine koyup yaşayanlar bilir ancak kırık kalplerin de bir tarihi olduğunu. Yalnız yaşayamayanlar ya da yanında birisi olduğu halde yalnızlık çekenler bilir en çok bunu. Her bir kırılmadan sonra daha bir güçlü hale gelen, her bir çatlaktan sonra insanı daha bir insan eden, som bir acıdır kalp burkuntusu. Geçmez üzerine uyuyunca ya da başkalarını sevmeye başlayınca. Ezeli bir ur

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“Gidelim” dedi Long ne dediğini pek bilmeden. Karanlıkta karısının şişman silüetine bakıyor, onun yüzünde ne olduğunu tamamıyla bilemediği bir şeyler arıyordu. Saati yatağın yanındaki ufak çekmecenin üzerine koyup yatağa uzandı. Uyumak istemiyordu artık. Uzanamadığı ete mundar diyen kedi gibi kibirlenmişti. Gözlerini kapadı ve Linh ile yaşadıkları son geceyi düşündü. Tanışmalarının ikinci

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Bir köy düşünün ki içinde yaşayanlar günün 24 saati boyunca, matematik soluyup, matematik yeyip içip, matematikle yatıp, matematikle kalkıyor. Bir köy düşünün ki işler imece usulüyle, eşit bir biçimde paylaşılıyor; bulaşık, temizlik gibi gençlerin diğer zamanlarda horgördüğü amelelikler aşkla şevkle yapılıyor. Öyle bir köy ki öğrenciler köye gelirken not kaygısı yaşamıyorlar, kalıp geçme gibi bir

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Source: http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article28666.htmBy Thomas C. MountainJuly 23, 2011 "Information Clearing House" --- Asmara, Eritrea: The lies used to justify the NATO war against Libya have surpassed those created to justify the invasion of Iraq. Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch both had honest observers on the ground for months following the rebellion in eastern

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Long döndü tekrar kendi ekseninde, sıkıntısının üzerine dayanarak. Saatin asılı olduğu duvara arkasını dönünce nerede olduğunu ve hangi zaman diliminde yaşadığını fark etti. Yanında yatan kadının şişmiş göbeğine takıldı gözü. Sekiz aylıktı! Elini kadının karnına koymak istedi ama uyandırmaktan çekindiği için vazgeçti. Bir süre baktı kadının yüzüne, ay parçacıklarının vurduğu yanakta sükunet ve

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Last weekend, I visited the museum of fine arts in district 1 and had chance to view some inspirational paintings. I was lucky as there was a competition going on and many talented artists put their portraits to compete with each other. I took some photos -could not resist even though I knew it was not right- so that I can write a few words under each paintings from my own personal world. Here

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Alışmak kimi zaman kötü bir huydur. Özellikle haksızlıklara, zulme, işkenceye, açlığa ve adaletsizliğe alışmak bir toplum için öldürücüdür. Çünkü her gün göre göre aynı kirliliği, vicdanlar körelir, gözlerdeki yaşlar kurur, yaşamını kaybeden kişilerin bizlerin anası, babası, kardeşi, çocuğu olma olabilirliliği zihinlerden silinir.

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İki yıl önceydi, yazdı, sıcaktı, bulutlar utangaç çocuklar gibi kaybolmuşlardı gökyüzünün enginliğinde, ağaçların yaprakları bir yağlı boyadan çalınmış kadar canlı renkte, bir o kadar da kımıltısızdı. Kapı çalmıştı. Gelen oydu, elinde iki poşetle, ayak bileğinde ince mavi bir halhal. Ellerini düşündü, dünyaya sığmayan o elleri, dünyaya sığmayan ama kendi kalın parmaklarının arasında kaybolan o

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Gecenin som sessizliğini bozan tek şey duvarda asılı olan saatin, zamanın süreksiz olduğu yalanını avaz avaz haykıran saniye cızırtısıydı. Teninin üzerine bastırarak gidip gelen kör bir jiletti kendi etrafında dönen bu ince tel, testerenin kestiği yerden dökülen tahta tozları gibi eritiyordu zamanı… Bir devr-i daim makinesi gibi durmaksızın zamanı üretiyordu ve tüketiyordu saat. Yataktaki

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KUM GİBİ Kobo Abe’nin “Kum Tepesindeki Kadın” (Suna No Onna) romanından aynı adla uyarlanan filmini izledim geçen hafta. Deniz kenarında, çölümsü bir ortamda tek başına gezinen bir böcekbilimcinin hikayesi anlatılıyor filmde. Kum hakkında geniş bilgisi olan filmin kahramanı, son otobüsü kaçırdığı için

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Watching the moon silencing the music coming from the violins The more we talk of freedom, the more tumours pop up on our skins Unwanted words unveil the mutual misinterpretation of how my face became crowded with the misery of the immortal sins A thunder finds me unprepared in my little bunker, scares me to death Lullabies fill the sky, the tears and the gas masks falling out of breath

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I Teleolojik kanıtlara getirilen eleştiriler bir kaç ana noktada özetlenebilir. Bunlardan birincisi İskoçyalı filozof Hume tarafından ortaya atılan, sadece din felsefesinde değil, aynı zamanda bilim felsefesinde ve etikte de etkili olan tümevarım yönteminin eksik yanlarıdır. Hume’a göre tümevarımsal bir

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Sabah, kapıdan gelen korkutucu gürültüyle uyandım. Ne olduğunu anlamam uzun sürmedi. Mahallenin bekçisi yine rahatsız ediyordu sabahın köründe. Son on yıldır aralıklı olarak gelir bu adam kapıma. Canı sıkıldığında ya da kaymakamlıktan eline bir yazı ulaştığında hemen beni bulur rahatsız etmek için. Geçmişimde yaşadığım bazı

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Remedy for the US economy: end the wars, rein in military and drug costs, and raise taxes - at least on the very rich.By Joseph E StiglitzJuly 10, 2011 "Al-Jazeera" -- Just a few years ago, a powerful ideology - the belief in free and unfettered markets - brought the world to the brink of ruin. Even in its hey-day, from the early 1980s until 2007, US-style deregulated capitalism brought greater

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This city will be ruined if you go Songs of the sparrows will go too I will sink in the delta of your absence If you go, the crops will never grow… Walls are ruined while walking on the land mines Who will keep your name in these vagrant vines? The philomel will never get back to his golden cageI know, weekend will turn to an unclaimed baggage A pair of ear rings in the drawer will

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Yargıç kararı okuduktan sonra mahkeme salonundaki uğultuyu önemsemeden odasına çekildi. Geniş, yayvan koltuğuna oturup çekmecedeki haplardan birisini ağzına attı. Masanın üzerindeki yarım bardak su ile yuttu hapı. Hapları eve giderken unutmamak için masanın üzerinde bıraktı. Zaten bugünlerde çok şeyi unutur olmuştu. Bir kaç dakika sonra kendisini yeni uyanmış gibi dinç hissetti.

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As you all know I hardly post personal things on my blog. However, today is somehow special. It is my birthday. It is the end of my 34th year in this world and today I am living the 12,418th day of my life... I cannot recall how each day passed but I lived long enough to taste love, friendship, joy, grief, success, failure, broken heart and many more... Today, I can say I lived all of them in

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Prelude This is the road of dust and mud, this is the road of misery and wealth, this is the road of hope and desperation, this is the road of love and hatred, and this is the road of compassion and cruelty. Like all roads, this one too deserves the travelers who can pay enough attention to its details. There is blood in this road, there is pain. They are the tears of struggling souls, the tears

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Benim de içinde "Gönlümün Ekmeği Umut" adlı bir öykümün bulunduğu, Aşk öyküleri kitabı Camgöz yayınlarından çıkıyor. Kitabın kapağı aşağıda. Aldığım bilgilere göre iki hafta içinde kitapçılardaki raflara gelecekmiş. Darısı yoldaki üçüncü solo kitabın başına :) The book "Love Stories" which also includes one of my short stories (Hope, The Bread of My Heart) is to be published within two weeks in

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KURŞUNSaat 12’yi yeni geçmişti vurulduğumda. İnce bır sızı yerleşti göğsümün sol kenarına, kaldı orada ete yavaş yavaş saplanan bir çivi gibi. Parmağı kesip bir işeyararlığına devam eden bir tel parçası gibi umursamazdı kurşun. Nasıl oldu, nereden geldi anlayamadım uzun süre. Öyle, bir anda oluverdi, sabah uyanınca sehbaya çarpmışım da dizimi acıtmışım gibi dikkatsizliğime, dalgınlığıma vermek

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Yıllar önce yazdığım bir öykü. Bu sabah okuyunca, o zamanlar yazı konusunda ne kadar acemi olduğumu gördüm. Önce cümleleri düzelteyim, güzelleştireyim dedim ama mazinin anısına haksızlık olmasın diye biriki imla hatasının dışında bir şeye dokunmaya kıyamadım. Sonuçta, o zaman yazılmış, o zamanın A'sını yansıtan bir öykü. Bıraktım öyle kalsın. Kimi zaman küller ateşten daha öğretici olurlar...A. A

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TANRININ VARLIĞINA İLİŞKİN TELEOLOJİK KANITLAR (1)Teleoloji sözcüğü Yunanca ‘telos’ ve ‘logos’ sözcüklerinin bileşiminden meydana gelmiştir. Sözlük anlamı ‘amaçbilim’ olarak ifade edilebilir. Aslında ‘telos’, bir olayın ya da eylemin sonucu, başka bir olayı tetikleyecek olan etki alanıdır. Felsefede kullanımı antik Yunan dönemine kadar gider. Plato, Timeus adlı yapıtında evrenin bir anlamı olması

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Whichever direction I look at to find the way home There is the same blinding fog surrounding my prison I know the eyes, ears and hands are watching vigilantly Loyalty fails me, freedom laughs at me incessantly… Whichever wind I chase with no reference to the future There is the same odor of rotten flesh and old loves Your eyes seem more distant when you are close, why? Dreams cheat me,

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TAHRAN’DA LOLİTA OKUMAK (AZAR NAFISI)Birinci Bölüm: LOLİTAKitabın adının ‘Tahran’da Lolita Okumak’ olmasının kendi başına bir anlamı olsa gerek. Neden batıda basılabilen bir kitap, İran gibi bir ülkede kapalı kapılar ardında, gizli gizli okunmak zorundadır? Batı gerçeği çirkinlikleri ile birlikte görmeye hazır (ya da uzun yıllar süren çatışmaların sonunda hazır hale gelmiş), oysa İran’da bu

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It was his thought, perhaps a miscalculation of his naïve mind that he would be able to forget her easily. However, the memories of the recent years haunted him wherever he went and whatever he did. She was like a ghost lurking into every hole he enters and making him feel more miserable. It took more than a month that he could wake up without thinking of her and he can get into the in the night

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The technology amazingly catches the changes in the life expectancies and income levels of nations. However, as we all know it, statistics can be used to misinterpret the issues which are controversial. Look at the x-axis: it is on an exponential (non-linear) scale so the final graph is log-linear. This means the gap between the west and the rest is not actually closing. The gap between the

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A few days ago I have received an e-mail from Ms Potter. I read it quickly and assuming it is one of the many spam e-mails, I ignored it. Then I received a second e-mail from the same person. Then I felt suspicious that this may not be a spam. I got back to the first message and realized that it mentions my blog. This meant the sender is someone who knows me personally or at least reads my posts

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First chapter is here: http://rizaarican.blogspot.com/2009/07/history-of-broken-hearts-chapter-1.html Chapter 2 – Mappaemundi is a map for sinners, not for navigators. When the telephone’s alarm started ringing like a crazy rooster, M knew that it was time to get out of the bed and prepare for the work. But once he opens his eyes, he realized that he is neither in his house nor

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Rosemary Clunie için... Her gerçek sanat yapıtı ilk bakışta anlaşılmayan derin bir sırrı barındırır içinde. Picasso’nun ‘Minotauromachy’ adlı yapıtı da sır içinde sır olması yönüyle gücünü ikiye katlıyor. Saf bir görsel paradoks ve simgesel bir kehanettir bu başyapıt. 1930’larda,

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The phone rang and I picked the receiver. Hikmet Bey’s voice carried the sunlight of Antalya and the beaches of Alanya into my cage. He sounded cheerful and after expressing his sympathy for my miserable situation, he asked my husband and my children. Then our conversation turned to buying new fabric from his factory and dealing with the German buyers together. He asked me to lower the price but

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While drinking tea and biting the poğaça in my hand, I heard approaching footsteps again. I stood up and tried to see who was walking. First a young girl with red shoes passed. They were high heel shoes and the red was so vivid that even I felt jealous as if I all I needed was a pair of shoes in this dark, forgotten corner of the universe. This must be Şule, the young girl whose fiancé has thrown

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Bir arkadaşım tavsiye etti. Ben de bir bakayım dedim. Yurtdışında yaşadığım için takip etme olanağım yok Türkiye’de yayınlanan dizileri. Birileri youtube’e koymuş şimdiye kadar yayınlanan tüm bölümleri, hem de reklamsız! Açtım izledim. Sonra bırakamadım. Beş gün boyunca işten ne zaman vakit buldumsa Behzat’ı izledim ve dün akşam 34. Bölümü de bitirdim. Yaklaşık 50 saatlik bir maraton. Daha önce

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The Lift It all started with the sudden halt of the lift between 6th and 7th floor. I work at the 7th floor and from where the lift stopped; I could easily see the small portion of the door which opens to my office. I am almost there, a few meters away but there is no way I can climb to that height and squeeze myself into

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İnternet özgürlüğünü sadece sanal ortamın sansürsüzlük savaşı olarak görme basiretsizliğinin ortaya çıkması için çok beklememiz gerekmedi. BTK başkanının “Anadolu’daki mütedeyyin vatandaşın beklentilerini görmezden gelemeyiz.” savunmasının üzerine terayağ ve reçel gibi geldi Elönü’nün yazısı. Öyle cafcaflı, öyle dağdağalı yazmış ki sapla samanı karıştırdığını anlamak için dikkatli okur olmak,

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The entire story can be found here as a pdf file. I have re-read all the parts one more time and made some minor changes. The plot and events did not change so if you have followed the blog entries for the last 10 days, you don't need to read again. It is not edited by a native speaker of English who knows how to proofread stories so there must be grammar errors and usage of wrong words

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15th May 20.. – 22:31 Dear new diary, I don’t know where I am now and perhaps not knowing is the best thing for the time being. I am given this notebook with a childish pink cover. It is disgusting as there is a Mickey Mouse picture on it. For those who don’t know, I should write here: We mice do not like Mickey Mouse because it does not really represent the mice. It does not even have

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Tak, tak, tak, tak... Silent! We were all silent! Tak, tak, tak, tak, tak... Silent please! We were all silent! The representative of the great leader, the supreme judge –the great leader did not come- started talking after making sure that he will be the only one talking from now on and no one will utter a word without his permission. He looked into my face with very solemn eyes and began

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Court house is an old computer chassis brought from the first floor. I remember the day it was carried up here by twenty faithful comrades. I was one of them, handsome and strong Snow with infinite dreams of youth, with handful of imaginations for his future. This place is also where I met my wife first time. In those days, she was a comrade too, fully loyal to the prospective revolution and the

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I quietly sneaked out and found my way to the ceiling of the room 1.6.07. It is much easier for us to walk in the ceilings than walking on the floor when people are awake. The distance between the concrete ceiling and the metal platform creates a cosy walking environment for us. It is also good place for playing hide-and-seek because there are many pipes, cables, boxes etc here. The veins and

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Haberajansta yayınlanan son yazım şurada: http://haberajans.com/siz-paketleyemediklerimizden-misiniz-yazisi-2476.htmlAşağıya da koyuyorum ama siz yine de haber sayfasından okuyun :) Siz paketleyemediklerimizden misiniz? Bir ülkede sıradan yollarla verilen bir servis paketlenmeye başlamışsa orada bir bit yeniği aramanın zamanı gelmiş demektir. Paketlemek, kategorilere

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May 11th 20.. – Wednesday – 23:55 Diary, Here I am, writing again. I am writing because this is the least I can do. Those who know how to live and enjoy living are outside, sucking the fun of life and exploiting every moment of time passing above them. I am doing nothing but writing, like an injured soldier, banned from fighting, sitting in the barracks and waiting for good news from the

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First Day: http://rizaarican.blogspot.com/2011/05/diary-of-mouse-living-in-1407.htmlSecond Day: http://rizaarican.blogspot.com/2011/05/diary-of-mouse-living-in-1607-2nd-day.htmlMay 9th 20.. – Monday - 22:44 Dear diary, dearer diary, my dearest diary... You are the only one I can talk to, you are the only one I can empty my mind into. If I don’t have you, I would be a mad mouse, walking like a

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May 8th 20.. – Sunday – 23:45 Dear Diary, I did not write anything all day. Office was empty. Not a single human being came. Not even that crazy professor who re-writes history of science in a reverse fashion showed up. I read the first draft which he left on his desk. He starts with Einstein and goes back towards Thales or perhaps till the invention of wheel. I am not sure what exactly he

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May 7th 20.. – Saturday – 03:23 Dear diary, Last night we lost a comrade. But I can assure you that one mouse dies here, one thousand mice resurrect with the spirit of our deceased friend. We must keep our solidarity and get ready for fierce fights. I saw him struggling in the mouse trap; half of his body was squeezed by the thin metal stick, he was weak with his inner organs came out off his

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Arundha Roy daha çok 1997’de Booker Ödülü alan “Küçük Şeylerin Tanrısı” romanıyla bilinen bir yazar. Kurgudaki ustalığını ve karakter yaratmadaki hünerini, keskin dille yazdığı makalelerinde de gösteriyor. 1998 ve 2002 yılları arasında kaleme aldığı makalelerden oluşan kitabı, Sonsuz Adaletin Cebiri (The Algebra of Infinite Justice) adını taşıyor.

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Bataklık ve Sivrisinekler Bin Ladin öldürüldü. İki gündür haber kanallarından hangisini açsam aynı şeyden sözediyorlar. New York’taki gençlerin kutlamaları, Obama’nın zafer (intikam!) konuşması, Bush’un durumdan çok memnun olması, piyasaların olumlu tepki vermesi... Papağan gibi saatlerce aynı şeyleri tekrar ediyorlar BBC ve CNN gibi kanallar. Yok efendim operasyon kaç dakika sürmüş, yok hangi

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The more I study mathematics of finance, the more I feel that what I learn does not make the life easier at all. The whole study of financial mathematics is based on the assumption that what happened in the past will repeat in the same way in the future. If a stock had high volatility in the past, then the price of the option for this underlying stock will be high because it carries high risk.

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Who looks for the path, going nowhere in a silent forest? Towards the end of any season, who misses his first poem? Where are your hills, your meadows and your portrayal? Vertigo, chaos and also the desire to get blind in a rainy afternoon E-ne, the stabs of the knife that I carry with my never-ending monsoon… The mystery in the rumble coming from the motorbikes The rodent curiosity

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The Wall of Love Was it you or my loneliness or the melancholy of the rain?In this blind darkness of the city, we open our rusty eyes to loveOn our lips, curses and itchiness left from the previous night. Galleries, beggars, motorbike honks, paddies and art-lovers My ambition was to take you among people, among the mirrorsA drunken flower on your chest, a drunken number in

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I cannot concentrate on writing these days due to my approaching actuarial exams. It will be like this two more weeks and I will be back to my normal form. Till 22nd of April, I will try to stay away from my blog unless something very exciting happens and urges me to write about.Today I went cycling in the afternoon after studying Financial Engineering for more than 4 hours. I took some photos.

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History repeats itself. However, if we know that the frequency of repeat is this high, even the kindergarten children will be able to understand this statement without spending any effort. US is on the stage once more, after Iraq and Afghanistan, now it is time for Libya. But this time, US is not alone. With the support of France and England, they are bombing Libyan territories, claiming that

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Let me first confess that I have not finished the book yet and I have no authority to write on the entire book. However, I still believe that the parts I have read (the first three chapters) so far forced me to write this blog entry. Actually, I am supposed to write something against the nuclear reactors or on the bombing of Libya (I can hear the grumbling sound of a certain person) but since I

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İngilizcesi “International Society of Krishna Consciousness”, Türkçe’ye nedense “Uluslararası Krişnayı Yaşatma Derneği” diye çevirmişler. Krişna var olan bir değerimiz, bir büyüğümüz, onu yaşatalım, unutmayalım, gelecek nesilleri ondan mahrum bırakmayalım demek istemişler herhalde. Aslına bakılırsa çok da önemli değil nasıl çevirdikleri. Bu hareketin bir diğer adı da “Hare Krişna Hareketi”. 400’

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Moon is Dark To blue To blue, your eyes incline To the blue of fire A rebel in the wind If I am blind If I don’t exist except I do for you If I am broken Life is mine, dream is mine None of their business! Come on, come now, Moon is dark Hungrier than the dog More naked than the snake Stuck and troubled If I came to your door If I am still not satisfied And, and, and My

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Geceki tıkırtılardan rahatsız olmasaydı; o sabah da, her sabahki gibi, güneşin doğmasını bekleyecekti; yataktan çıkıp, son 15 yıldır her sabah en az bir sayfa yazarak, içini boşaltmaya alıştığı güncesini tutmak için. Oysa, ne olduğunu anlayamadığı birtakım sesler, uykusunu bölmüştü gecenin bir yarısında. Birkaç dakika içer’sinde tüm gürültü, yerini, gecenin alışılmış sessizliğine bırakmış olsa

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Not every kid is introduced to this secret. Only a few of the initial group of 3-5 and sometimes none of them can reach the ultimate end. The criteria are strict at this point: must be smart enough to pass the exams, must be physically suitable, must be a good shakirt, must be very loyal to the movement. All these are checked several times with various tests so that the movement will not be

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It is still going on and it seems there is a long way to the bottom of the well. Whoever writes, speaks or plans to write about Fethullah Gülen or his movement, ends up at police headquarters, their houses are being investigated by the state prosecutors and they spend their following days at custody with no crime other than writing/speaking the truth that they believe. Turkey is increasingly

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Jagiya, jagiya! Where are you? Where are you? Bring me a half portion wine from your cellar Bring the one which is untouched, unseen, unsmelled I am not allowed to drink the full portion after this age, so Bring me a half portion love, old and mellow Jagiya, jagiya! What are you waiting for? Life is short, life is quick, life is mundane “Now and here” says the id. Now and here! Stop

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The legendary American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan will perform in Vietnam for one night only on his 2011 tour at the HCMC-based Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology (RMIT), 702 Nguyen Van Linh Parkway, District 7, on April 10. He will sing at Loretta Grounds of the university in front of around 10,000 fans in a live show called “Bob Dylan commemorates Trinh Cong Son”. Trinh Cong Son, who

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Finally they did this as well. A Turkish court ordered Turk Telecom to block access to all blogspot sites. This means, hundreds of thousands of blog users in Turkey will be silenced and thrown away from their virtual homes by today. Should we feel happy for that the reason behind the ban is not political or ideological but it is driven by copy-right issues of a TV channel. Lig TV bought the

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Yol uzun. Ağzımda halen K’yi beklerken yediğim havuç turşusunun tadı var. Zaten son günlerde ne zaman bir şey yesem ağrımaya başlayan dişlerim için iyi geldi diyebilirim tuzlu havuç. Uyuşturdu damaklarımı resmen. Gideceğimiz yer Agra’nın 50 km kuzeyinde, Uttar Pradeş eyaletine bağlı kutsal bir kent olan Mathura. Hindu’lara göre Tanrı Krişna’nın doğduğu yer burasıymış. Bir Tanrı nasıl doğar,

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Unprecedented as it is, unseen in the Arab world, unexpected from the flock of sheep as West would have described for hundreds of years in their orientalist rhetoric, here we are, a boiling cauldron, heating up with human blood and anger, making news, filling internet and changing the world… The world is shaking and this time the spark came from South West Asia (SWA) and North Africa (NA). It

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Watching the moon silencing the music coming from the violins The more we talk of freedom, the more tumours pop up on our skins Unwanted words unveil the mutual misinterpretation of how my face became crowded with the misery of the immortal sins A thunder finds me unprepared in my little bunker, scares me to death Lullabies fill the sky, the tears and the gas

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AKBAR'IN TÜRBESİBir eleştiriyle başlayayım. Türkiye’'yi ziyaret eden bir gezgin için camileri dolaşmak, yüksek ve renkli kubbelerin fotoğrafını çekip, cami içlerinde vakit geçirmek, oradaki havayı solumak kaçınılmaz bir deneyimdir. Sonuçta Osmanlı İmparatorluğu boş bulduğu her yere cami dikmiş, padişahlar kendi adlarına, oğullarına, karılarına, kızlarına, sevdikleri paşalara adadıkları bu

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Here is a lovely protest of an "Andy Warhol" auction... The banner they raise says "Orgy of the Rich" and they imitate the sounds of a bunch of people having a mass orgy... A funny way of protesting post-modern and elitist art... Art Against Cuts is a group of socialist-minded people who struggles government cuts on art education. Although their protest did not stop the auction, it caused a good

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Click to read the news on the struggle of Wisconsin workers for their union rights: http://socialistworker.org/2011/02/18/class-war-in-wisconsinAnd the song with the voice of Pete Seeger... SOLIDARITY FOREVERWhen the union's inspiration through the workers' blood shall run,There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun;Yet what force on earth is weaker than the feeble

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Zaman zaman satıcılar giriyor kompartımana. Genç bir çocuk çay ve kahve satıyor. İkinci bir şekerli sıcak içeceği hazmedemeyeceğim için bir şey almıyorum. Bir ara gazete satıcısı geliyor. Hindustan Times alıyorum. Klasik siyasi, yolsuzluk (telefon ihalelerinde usulsüzlük yapan ve paraları hortumlayan Raj adlı bir görevlinin polis tarafından götürülürken çekilmiş fotoğrafı bundan sonraki

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KALDIRIMLAR Sokaktayım, kimsesiz bir sokak ortasında; Yürüyorum, arkama bakmadan yürüyorum. Yolumun karanlığa saplanan noktasında, Sanki beni bekleyen bir hayal görüyorum. Kara gökler kül rengi bulutlarla kapanık; Evlerin bacasını kolluyor yıldırımlar. İn cin uykuda, yalnız iki yoldaş uyanık; Biri benim, biri de serseri kaldırımlar. İçimde damla damla bir korku birikiyor;

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I wish I wrap you with the smoke of my cigarette I wish I wrap you with the smoke of my cigarette and hide you there. I wish I wrap you with the smoke of my cigarette and hide you there. Don’t go, don’t go, there is no way back from where you go Don’t go, don’t go, you will be a stranger and this will hurt me. Your absence may get longer and longer yet I won’t forget you Your

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Although the video is called the "True Face of Turkish Nation", I think it should be called as "The Brutal Face of Turkish Police". No matter how much our current government tries to show that inflation is decreasing (by modifying the ingredients in the inflation baskets) and GDP per capita is increasing (another lie as it seems they also tricked with the calculations to make it look higher), the

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I don't like this poem as it is sexist (If I love, I love like a man), it is full of cliches (September, loved loving you, swearing on you etc...) and it is populist (used commercially to make money for the poet, TV channels).However, translation was easy and it did not take much time. So I did it...BUT I NEVER LOVED YOU But I never loved youI loved the songs we sang in the exhausted eveningsI

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Verdiğimiz parayı düşününce çok da kaliteli bir otel beklemenin doğru olmadığını biliyorum ama böylesine yıpranmış bir bina ile karşılaşmak, insanı ilk anda şaşırtan bir durum. Otelin internetteki resimlere hiç benzemediği zaten aşikar. Resepsiyondaki orta yaşlı görevliye elimdeki kağıdı uzatıyorum. Şöyle bir bakıyor. Bizim çantaları içeri alan genç çocuklardan birisine anahtarları uzatıyor. Hep

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Şiirin hikayesi;32 usta şairin eserine atıfta bulunulan ve tüm şairlerin affını sığınılarak; kendisi de şair olan Halil Çalışkan tarafından, edebiyat tarihimizin en güzel şiirlerine nazire olarak yazılmıştır.Story of the poem:This poem is written by Halil Çalışkan who is himself a poet. The poem refers to 32 famous Turkish love poems while requesting the poets' forgiveness. It is written as a

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Birini Günün Akşamı (1) Heyecanlıyım... Kitaplarda okuduğum, romanların sayfalarını çevirirken, kırmızı sokaklarında gezinip; üçteker sürücüleriyle, dilencileriyle, takıntılı devlet memurlarıyla, viskiye bokunu karıştırıp rüşvetçi polise içiren konfeksiyoncularıyla, gözleri kör olana kadar nakış işleyen işçi kadınlarıyla, kötü haber okumaktan ağlama hastalığına yakalanan gazetecileriyle

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