Happy September 9th,
100th Anniversary of the day,
when the flowers started to bloom again
in the mountains of İzmir!
🇹🇷⛰⛰🌸🌺🌼
“
İzmir, which is very valuable from various points of view, could not be left in the hand of the enemies and as a matter of fact, it was not...
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("Çeşitli görüş noktalarından çok değerli olan İzmir, elbette düşmanların elinde bırakılamazdı ve nitekim bırakılmadı...”)
Mustafa Kemal Atatürk
Rory Gilmore Kitap Listesi
1.) 1984 - George Orwell ✅
2.) Huckleberry Finn'in Maceraları - Mark Twain ✅
3.) Alice Harikalar Diyarında - Lewis Carroll ✅
4.) Kavalier & Clay'in Maceraları - Michael Chabon
5.) İnsanlık Suçu - Theodore Dreiser
6.) Angela'nın Külleri by Frank McCourt ✔️
7.) Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy ✅
8.) Anne Frank'ın Hatıra Defteri -
A.E.Housman/ A Shropshire Lad
The happy highways where i went
And cannot come again.
(Geçip gittiğim neşeli yollardan
Artık geçemem bir daha asla.)
youtu.be/fwC30E1IVKQ
Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don't come back, it won't end well
But I wish you'd tell me to
Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom
Again?
Retrace my lips, erase your touch
It's all too much for me
Blow away like smoke in air
How can you die carelessly?
Only now I see the parallel between him and the tree. Both unfeeling. Both alone. At least the tree has hope to bloom again. Hardin does not.
Mezarımız yağmurla sulansaydı
If our grave was watered by the rain
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Güller açar mıydı?
Would roses bloom?
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güller açar mı
Could roses bloom
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Tekrar?
Again?
..🍃
In all honesty, I want to die.’
Leaving for good after a good long cry,
She said: ‘We both have suffered terribly,
But, Sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.’
I said: ‘Go with my blessing if you go
Always remembering what we did. To me
You have meant everything, as you well know.
‘Yet, lest it slip your mind, I shall review
Everything we have shared – the good times, too:
‘You culled violets and roses, bloom and stem,
Often in spring and I looked on as you
Wove a bouquet into a diadem.
‘Time and again we plucked lush flowers, wed
Spray after spray in strands and fastened them
Around your soft neck; you perfumed your head
‘Of glossy curls with myrrh – lavish infusions
In queenly quantities – then on a bed
Prepared with fleecy sheets and yielding cushions,
‘Sated your craving …'
Sappho
One specific looking-time method is habituation. Like adults, if babies see the same thing over and over again, they’ll get bored and look away. Boredom—or “habituation”—is a response to sameness, so this method reveals what babies see as similar and as different. Suppose you were interested in whether babies can tell dogs from cats. Show them pictures of cats over and over again, until they get bored with cats. Then show them a picture of a dog. If they perk up, they can detect a difference; if they are still bored, then they can’t—for them, cat, cat, dog is the same as cat, cat, cat.
işte o efsaneleşmiş dizeler
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'O keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblamble, -mon frére!'
'Geçen yıl bahçene diktiğin o ceset,
'Başladı mı filizlenmeye? Çiçeklenir mi bu yıl!
'Yoksa apansız ayaz altüst mü etti tarhını?
'Hey, uzak tut o Köpeği, insanların dostudur o,
'Yoksa kazıp çıkarır tırnaklarıyla yeniden cesedi!
'Sen! iki yüzlü okur! benzerim, kardeşim benim!'*
*C. Baudelaire
Sayfa 148 - the burial of the dead (ölülerin gömülüşü)Kitabı okudu
Bebekler sandığımdan daha ilginçler
The psychologist Amanda Woodward designed a looking-time study to demonstrate that babies know that individuals have goals. First, a baby was placed in front of two objects and watched a hand reach for one of these objects. Then experimenters reversed the objects’ locations. Babies expected that when the hand reached again, it should go for the same object, not the same location. This expectation was special to hands; if they saw a metal claw reaching for the object, the result went away.
The Butterfly
Coming with the daffodils and dying with the roses,
Wafted by the zephyr's wing athwart the spaces high,
Lurking in the flower's bloom or e'er its breast uncloses,
Reeling with sweet draughts of scent, and light, and deep blue sky;
Shaking wide its dusty wings and like the breezes breasting
Burdenless and innocent the sky's eternal steep:-
Thus doth fare the butterfly like hope that never resting,
Rifles all but cannot quench desire that ever questing,
Bears it home to heaven again for lasting joy and deep.
Alphonse de Lamartine