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Yumuşak bahar gecelerinde avluda yıldızların altında duracağım - Her şeyden iyi bir şey çıkacak. Başka söz söylemeye gerek yok.
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Sevilmeye layık olmadığını düşünmen kırmızı balıkları öldürdüğünü zannetmen yüzünden hep, oysa belki de kendi rızalarıyla ölmüşlerdir.
Sayfa 171 - Siren YayınlarıKitabı okudu
Dünyada ki hiç kimse aşkın gerçek öyküsünü yazmaya cesaret edemez.
Sayfa 147 - Siren YayınlarıKitabı okudu
Yeni bir aşk macerası her zaman umutlandırır insanı, us dışı, ölümcül yalnızlıklar her daim yüceltilir. Big Sur plajında ki o iyotlu ölüm nefesini derin derin içime çekerken gördüğüm o şey ( o sinsi boşluğun dehşeti) ile giysilerin çıkarılması tinlerin ve bedenlerin çarpışması ve aşkın o anlatılmaz mümkün olmayan ürkek mahzun hazzı vasıtasıyla anlaşılmış ve hellalesilmis o şey kutsal bir kase Cennete yükseltilmiştir.
Sayfa 146 - Siren YayınlarıKitabı okudu
Dünyayı sevmek bana hep kıvanç vermiştir bir şekilde. Buna karşılık nefret etmek daha kolayi, ama başım eğik duyduğum en ahmakça nefrete teslim olurken koy vermiş gidiyorum işte.
Sayfa 140 - Siren YayınlarıKitabı okudu
Benim görüşüme göre bu dünya hakkında yeni sözcükler kullanarak konuşamayacağız denli yaşlı. Dünya zaten neyse odur salt, devinir ve geçip gider...
Sayfa 43 - Siren YayınlarıKitabı okudu
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Ah, hayat bir kapı, bir yol, cennete giden bir yol zaten, neden eğlence, neşe ve aşk için ya da bir tür kız için ocak başında yaşamıyorsun, neden arzunun yanına gidip GÜLMESSİN ?
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But that's my relationship with Evelyn, we're real pals and we can kid about anything even the first night I met her in Denver in 1947 when we danced and Cody watched anxiously, a kind of romantic pair in fact and I shudder sometimes to think of all that stellar mystery of how she IS going to get me in a future lifetime, wow — And I seriously do believe that will be my salvation, too.
Sayfa 103 - Penguin Great KerouacKitabı okudu
‘How'd'st rain rule here?’ says I to Evelyn to show her what a big poet I am — She really loves me, used to love me in the old days like a husband, for awhile there she had two husbands Cody and me, we were a perfect family till Cody finally got jealous or maybe I got jealous, it was wild for a while I'd be coming home from work on the railroad all dirty with my lamp and just as I came in for my Joy bubblebath old Cody was rushing off on a call so Evelyn had her new husband in the second shift then when Cody come home at dawn all dirty for his Joy bubblebath, ring, the phone's rung and the crew clerk's asked me out and I'm rushing off to work, both of us using the same old clunker car in shifts — And Evelyn always maintaining that she and I were really made for each other but her Karma was to serve Cody in this particular lifetime, which I really believe and I believe she loves him, too, but she'd say ‘I'll get you, Jack, in another lifetime . . . And you'll be very happy’ — ‘What?’ I'd yell to joke, ‘me running up the eternal halls of Karma tryina get away from you hey?’ — ‘It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,’ she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her — I wanta be chased for eternity till I catch her.
Sayfa 98 - Penguin Great KerouacKitabı okudu
And on the way back pausing to meditate in the grove of trees where Alf the Sacred Burro slept and seeing the roses of the unborn in my closed eyelids just as clearly as I had seen the red handkerchief and also my own footsteps in the seaside sand from way up on the bridge, saw, or heard, the words ‘Roses of the Unborn’ as I sat crosslegged in soft meadow sand, heard that awful stillness at the heart of life, but felt strangely low, as tho premonition of the next day — When I went to the sea in the afternoon and suddenly took a huge deep Yogic breath to get all that good sea air in me but somehow just got an overdose of iodine, or of evil, maybe the sea caves, maybe the seaweed cities, something, my heart suddenly beating — Thinking I'm gonna get the local vibrations instead here I am almost fainting only it isn't an ecstatic swoon by St Francis, it comes over me in the form of horror of an eternal condition of sick mortality in me — In me and in everyone
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There’s ‘Mien Mo Mountain’ in the fog illumined August moon mist among other heights gorgeous and misty rising in dimmer tiers somehow rosy in the night like the classic silk paintings of China and Japan
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There’s the bottle of olives, 49c, imported, pimentos, I eat them one by one wondering about the late afternoon hillsides of Greece
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There’s the raccoon in his fog, there the man to his fireside, and both are lonesome for God
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But there’s moonlit fognight, the blossoms of the fire flames in the stove
Sayfa 29 - Penguin Great KerouacKitabı okudu
And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words — We will pass just as quietly through life (passing through, passing through) as the 10th century people of this valley only with a little more noise and a few bridges and dams and bombs that wont even last a million years — The world being just what it is,
Sayfa 27 - Penguin Great KerouacKitabı okudu