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
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.)
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 -
'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...'
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.
a ripe red apple grows, the hihgest of them all,
over the treetop, way up on a tapering spray,
but apple-gatherers never see it - no,
rather, they do see it is far away,
beyond their reach, impossible.
this matter stands just so.
a hillside hyacinth shepherds treaded flat,
a red bloom in the dust - it is like that.
'maidenhead, maidenhead, where have you gone?'
'i shall never, ever join you 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
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
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
If our grave was watered by the rain, would roses bloom ......... again?
🌱
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?
..🍃
Build Proper
As an example of how empathy and reason work together, consider parental behaviors that psychologist Martin Hoffman calls inductions. These occur when a child has harmed or is about to harm someone, and the parent urges the child to take the victim’s perspective, saying things like “If you throw snow on their walk they will have to clean it up all over again” or “He feels bad because he was proud of his tower and you knocked it down.” Hoffman estimates that children between the ages of two and ten receive about four thousand inductions a year. We can see these as empathetic prods, attempts to get children into the habit of taking the perspective of others. But they also serve as a repeated argument, making the point over and over again to the child: You are not morally privileged.
Before I was a flower that bloomed in winter without knowing the iron. Even though it's cold and hard, I used to say that I can overcome everything. But now I know.”
As I slowly looked up and looked at Richt again, he was still looking straight at me.
“How cold is winter, how harsh, how… … It's hard. I don't want to bloom again anymore.”
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.