“The pictures’ titles do not constitute explanations; nor do the pictures illustrate their titles. The relationship between title and picture is a poetic one: this relationship serves merely to record certain characteristics of the objects that are commonly ignored by one’s consciousness but of which one sometimes is a presentiment when confronted by extraordinary events which one’s reason has by no means been able to shed light upon yet.”
Sayfa 25
Disagreement is something normal !!!
We only bring up things we love. Or things we hate.
I’d always prefer the love. But if I can’t get that, I’ll take the hate.
There’s always a chance I can turn that hate into something positive. It’s a sensibility that’s earned me a reputation as a bully in the minds of many. I rarely dispute the title, but it’s an oversimplification. I don’t wake up in the morning looking to pick fights with people. I don’t celebrate conflict. Again, I’d rather be friends. But if someone says they want a problem with me, I’ll respond, “No problem.”
Because it’s never a problem for me to compete.
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Sadece sevdiğimiz şeyleri gündeme getiriyoruz. Veya nefret ettiğimiz şeyler.
Ben her zaman sevgiyi tercih ederim. Ama eğer bunu başaramazsam, nefreti alacağım.
Bu nefreti olumlu bir şeye dönüştürme şansım her zaman vardır. Bu, birçok kişinin zihninde bana zorba olarak ün kazandıran bir duyarlılık. Başlığa nadiren itiraz ederim, ancak bu aşırı basitleştirmedir. Sabahları insanlarla kavga etmek için uyanmıyorum. Çatışmayı kutlamıyorum. Tekrar ediyorum, arkadaş olmayı tercih ederim. Ama birisi benimle sorun yaşamak istediğini söylerse, "Sorun değil" diye yanıt veririm.
Çünkü rekabet etmek benim için asla sorun değil.
Ultimately, these postwar aristocratic fantasies were not at all successful in evading the modern scientific universe that they so despised. It is by no accident that both Jurgen and The Worm Ouroboros (a title that refers to the world-girdling serpent that bites its own tail) were circular in construction, ending just where they began, with nothing changed or accomplished by the passage of four hundred pages. These fantasies aimed to run away from the scientific universe, only to be thrown back into it by a kind of self-applied, self-defeating judo move.
No Title Required
It has come to this: I’m sitting under a tree
beside a river
on a sunny morning.
It’s an insignificant event
and won’t go down in history.
It’s not battles and pacts,
where motives are scrutinized,
or noteworthy tyrannicides.
