At some point in the past, someone reading this book had felt moved to take a pen and draw a line under these words. It made me happy to think that because I had been moved by that same passage too, I was now connected to that stranger. Another time, I happened to find a pressed flower someone had left as a bookmark. As I inhaled the scent of the long-ago-faded flower, I wondered about the person who had put it there. Who in the world was she? When did she live? What was she feeling? It’s only in secondhand books that you can savor encounters like this, connections that transcend time.
At some point in the past, someone reading this book had felt moved to
take a pen and draw a line under these words. It made me happy to think
that because I had been moved by that same passage too, I was now
connected to that stranger.
Another time, I happened to find a pressed flower someone had left as a
bookmark. As I inhaled the scent of the long-ago-faded flower, I wondered
about the person who had put it there. Who in the world was she? When did
she live? What was she feeling?
It’s only in secondhand books that you can savor encounters like this,
connections that transcend time. And that’s how I learned to love the
secondhand bookstore that handled these books, our Morisaki Bookshop. I
realized how precious a chance I’d been given, to be a part of that little
place, where you can feel the quiet flow of time.
Bu yaz yanınızdan ayırmak istemeyeceğiniz kitapları sizin için bir araya getirdik.
💬 Siz olsanız bu listeden hangisiyle başlardınız?
It took more than eighty years for the bookmark to run, slightly, onto the page. One might say it touched the paper lightly with a brush as if to remind us that the wings of time brush us lightly with a white breath barely tinged with violet melancholy.
Conscience’in* sözleri geliyor aklıma:
“Hastaydım, kafam yorgun, ruhum umutsuz, gövdem acılar içindeydi.
Tanrı’nın hiç değilse manevi enerji ve güçlü bir şefkat içgüdüsüyle donatmış olduğu ben, en acı bir cesaretsizlik çukurunun dibine düşmüştüm ve çok öldürücü bir zehirin, soluk alamayan kalbime dolduğunu duyuyordum. Yaylada üç ay geçirdim.. O güzel yöreyi bilirsiniz, insanın ruhu kendi içine döner ve eşsiz bir dinlenmenin tadına varır, her şey dinginlik ve huzur yaratır, orada, Tanrı’nın kusursuz yaratımı önünde, ruhunuz örf ve adetlerin boyunduruğundan kurtulur, toplumu unutur, toplumun el kol bağlayan zincirlerini gevşetir yeni lenmiş bir gençliğin gücüyle.. Orada her düşünce duaya dönüşür, taze ve özgür doğa ile uyum içinde olmayan her şey bırakır yüreği. Ah, orada yorgun
ruhlar huzur bulur, bitkin insan gençlik gücüne yeniden kavuşur. Hastalık
günlerimi böyle geçirdim işte... Sonra akşamlar! 'Ayaklarını küller arasına uzatıp kocaman ocağın önünde oturmak, bacadaki bir çatlaktan sanki beni çağırırmış gibi ışınlarını gönderen yıldıza bakıp durmak, ya da derin düşlere dalarak ateşe bakmak, alevlerin yükselip, titreyip, kazanı, ateşten dilleriyle yalamak için birbirleriyle sanki yarışmalarını seyretmek ve düşünmek.. İnsan yaşamı da budur, diye: Doğmak, çalışmak, sevmek, bookmark ve yok olmak.”
Anything goes when everyone knows
Where do you hide when their highs are your lows?
So much, so hard, so long, so tired,
Let them eat until you’re ground into nothing.
Don’t you worry your glossy little lips.
What they savor ‘ventually loses it’s flavor.
I wanna lick, while you still taste like you.
Bookmark it, says the cheerleader
I promise we’ll come back to this spot.
I have shit to do first. You won’t wait a lot.
I can’t make her stay,
and I can’t watch her go.
I’ll keep her hellfire heart,
And bookmark it ‘fore it goes cold.
Fifty-seven times I didn’t call
Fifty-seven letters I didn’t send,
Fifty-seven stitches to breathe again, and then I fucking pretend.
Fifty-seven days to not need you
Fifty-seven times to give up on you
Fifty-seven steps away from you,
Fifty-seven nights of nothing but you.
Bookmark it, says the cheerleader
I promise we’ll come back to this spot.
I have shit to do first. You won’t wait a lot.
I can’t make her stay,
and I can’t watch her go.
I’ll keep her hellfire heart,
And bookmark it ‘fore it goes cold.