"But let me just tell you something about Ministers of Culture: in places where there is a Minister of Culture it means there is no culture."
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"Even if I really came from people who were living like monkeys in trees, it was better to be that than what happened to me, what I became after I met you."
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"You loved knowledge and wherever you went you made sure to build a school, a library ( in both of these places you distorted or erased my history and glorified your own).
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"They were far away from their home, and we believed that the farther away you were from your home the better you should behave."
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The time: September 1997, my fourth and final year at Dellecher Classical Conservatory. The place: Broadwater, Illinois, a small town of almost no consequence. It had been a warm autumn so far.
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"The ocean depresses the soul of man, and at the sight of its boundless expanse of billows—an expanse whereon the weary eye is allowed no resting-place from the uniformity of the picture—the heart of man grows troubled within him, and he derives no solace from the roaring and mad rolling of the waves. Ever since the world began, those waves have sung the same dim, enigmatical song. Ever since the world began, they have voiced but the querulous lament of a monster which, everlastingly doomed to torment, utters a chorus of shrill, malicious cries. On the shores of the sea no bird warbles; only the silent gulls, like lost spirits, fit wearily along its margin, or circle over its surface. In the presence of that turmoil of nature the roar even of the wildest beast sounds weak, and the voice of man becomes wholly overwhelmed. Yes, beside it man’s form looks so small and fragile that it is swallowed up amid the myriad details of the gigantic picture. That alone may be why contemplation of the ocean depresses man’s soul. During periods, also, of calm and immobility his spirit derives no comfort from the spectacle; for in the scarcely perceptible oscillation of the watery mass he sees ever the slumbering, incomprehensible force, which, until recently, has been mocking his proud will and, as it were, submerging his boldest schemes, his most dearly cherished labours and endeavours."
At the end they circulated a wooden bowl, and each of them had the opportunity to place a small stone inside. Blanca counted them, and there were as many stones as women in the ruca; it was a vote and I had been approved unanimously, the only way to belong to the group. They congratulated me, and we drank a toast with tea.
Sonunda tahta bir kaseyi dolaştılar ve her birinin kase içine küçük bir taş koyma fırsatı vardı. Blanca onları saydı ve rucada kadınların sayısı kadar taş vardı; bu bir oylamaydı ve gruba üye olmanın tek yolu olan oy birliğiyle kabul edilmiştim. Beni tebrik ettiler ve çay ile kadeh kaldırdık.
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“Didn’t you say you’d quit if I kept your hands and lips occupied?”
I expect him to laugh it off, but he simply throws the cigarette out the window and opens his palm. “Hand.”
Swallowing, I place mine in his.
A small smirk curls his mouth. “Now lips.”
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Jamie...
"Herkesin içinde sadece kendine ait küçük bir bölge vardır. Orası onun kalesidir, hayatının en özel ve gizli yeridir oraya senden başkası giremez ve seni sen yapan yer zaten orasıdır."
"Everyone has a small area inside them that is only their own. It is his castle, the most private and secret place of his life, no one else can enter there and that is the place that makes you who you are."
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Crimean Tatars benefit in this respect from a small but active circle of writers, poets, composers, and other creative artists, men and women who have found that eloquence. Rather than conventionally idealize, they visualize their community and place in phrases and images that reaffirm them aesthetically in the minds and hearts of their audience.
He went racing off down the street and began to shout, lifting his arms to the heavens in joy: Lord, now lettest thou!',' and others that he sobbed violently like a small child to the point where it grieved one just to look at him, all the revulsion he inspired notwithstanding. It may very well be that both the one and the other took place, that is to say, that he exulted in his liberation and wept for his liberatress - both at the same time. In the majority of instances human beings, even the evil-doers among them, are far more naive and straightforward than we suppose. And that includes ourselves.
Crumbs are the audaciously small tokens and gestures that people throw us, in order to keep us under the illusion that they deserve a place in our lives– despite bringing very little (or no) value to it. We often allow this kind of behaviour because our low self-esteem leads us to believe that this is the kind of love we deserve, and over time it becomes normalized to us. When we continue to accept crumbs from someone, it enables them to dip back into our lives when they’re bored and treat us like a doormat because technically, no one “closed the door”.
Miracle Fair
The commonplace miracle:
that so many common miracles take place.
The usual miracle:
invisible dogs barking
in the dead of night.
One of many miracles:
a place of your own
...he would sometimes stand, barefoot, in the kitchen, everything quiet around him, and the small, ugly apartment would feel like a sort of marvel. Here, time was his, and space was his, and every door could be shut, every window locked.
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The waiting was interminable. I do not know how much time passed on the clock, that nameless and universal time of clocks that is alien to our emotions, to our destinies, to the inception and ruin of love, to a death vigil. But by my own time it was a vast and complex temporal space filled with figures and turnings back, at times a dark and
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