Emre
@Heathcliff_
Şu anda okuduğu kitap
Death stalked the pages, of that I was certain. Each poem raised questions.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
Whoever she was, Romy Landaus’s lines were clear and brought to life a world I recognized
'Cryptorchidism is what I mean. An undescended testicle. As a child it seems the Führer's nut bag decided to protest the pull of gravity by staying precisely put.
If Nazis Got The Authority
Dulcie shook her head, tutting. 'Worse, Robert.
Much worse. We would be ruled by those remaining English stiffs employed by the Nazis to do their bidding.
Chinless wonders and lickspittles. There would be no room for the poets or the peacocks, the artists or the queens. Instead we'd be entirely driven by the very wettest of civil servants - even more so than we already are. A legion of pudgy middle managers would be the dreary midwives of England's downfall. Human turds, the lot of them. Stiff, dry, human turds.'
Trauma in Silence
You don't say much, and I like that. There is poetry in silence but most don't stop to hear it. They just talk, talk, talk, but say nothing because they are afraid of hearing their own heartbeat. Afraid of their own mortality.'