Fail better …
“Bu dünya da zaten gerçeğin bir kopyası, aslını özleyelim ve hüzün içinde acı çekelim diye oluşturulmuş. Kaçamıyorum, kaçamıyoruz…”
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try again, fail again, fail better/ Beckett’e
“Aşka yenilmeyeceğim. Yene yene yenik düşeceğim ancak.”
If there was a secret formula for becoming known, I would give it to you. But there’s only one not-so-secret formula that I know: Do good work and share it with people.
It’s a two-step process. Step one, “do good work,” is incredibly hard. There are no shortcuts. Make stuff every day. Know you’re going to suck for a while. Fail. Get better. Step two,“ share it with people,” was really hard up until about ten years ago or so. Now, it’s very simple: “Put your stuff on the Internet.”
Sayfa 68
Jim not that way Jim. That's no way to treat a garage door, bending stiffly down at the waist and yanking at the handle so the door jerks up and out jerky and hard and you crack your shins and my ruined knees, son. Let's see you bend at the healthy knees. Let's see you hook a soft hand lightly over the handle feeling its subtle grain and pull just as exactly gently as will make it come to you. Experiment, Jim. See just how much force you need to start the door easy, let it roll up out open on its hidden greasy rollers and pulleys in the ceiling's set of spiderwebbed beams. Think of all garage doors as the well-oiled open-out door of a broiler with hot meat in, heat roiling out, hot. Needless and dangerous ever to yank, pull, shove, thrust. Your mother is a shover and a thruster, son. She treats bodies outside herself without respect or due care. She's never learned that treating things in the gentlest most relaxed way is also treating them and your own body in the most efficient way. It's Marlon Brando's fault, Jim. Your mother back in California before you were born, before she became a devoted mother and long-suffering wife and breadwinner, son, your mother had a bit part in a Marlon Brando movie. Her big moment. Had to stand there in saddle shoes and bobby sox and ponytail and put her hands over her ears as really loud motorbikes roared by. A major thespian moment, believe you me. She was in love from afar with this fellow Marlon Brando, son. Who? Who. Jim, Marlon Brando was the archetypal new-type actor who ruined it looks like two whole generations' relations with their own bodies and the everyday objects and bodies around them. No? Well it was because of Brando you were opening that garage door like that, Jimbo. The disrespect gets learned and passed on. Passed
"Gençliğimizin önümüzde serili olduğunu, şimdi bir şeyler öğrenip kendi hatalarımızı yapmamıza izin verilmesinin önemli olduğunu söyleyecektim, çünkü herkesin kendi hatalarını yapmasının gerekli olduğunu bir yerde okumuş ve kulağa çok hoş geldiğini düşünmüştüm, alıntı şöyleydi: Try again. Fail again. Fail better.*"
Sayfa 60 - Yanpasaj yayinevi