“I’m nasipse gelir hintten yemenden nasip değilse ne gelir elden years old.”
Red Pepper dergisinin editörü Hilary Wainwright’ın 2,5 yıl önce Ken Loach ile son filmi The Old Oak (Umudunu Kaybetme) hakkında yaptığı röportajı Ken Loach’ın 90. doğum günü nedeniyle çevirdim. İlginize sunuyorum. gcmalatya.blogspot.com/2026/06/ceviri-...
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This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf Get out as early as you can, And dont have any kids yourself Philip Larkin Speak no evil
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I am "hicbir seyle ugrasacak gücüm kalmadı isteyen kendi cabalasın." years old...
Bakirelere, zamanı iyi değerlendirmek için :)
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. (Vaktin varken gül goncalarını topla, Eski zamanlar hâlâ uçup gidiyor; Ve bugün gülümseyen bu çiçek Yarın ölüyor olabilir.) The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. (Gökyüzünün görkemli lambası, güneş, Ne kadar yükselirse, Yarışı ne kadar çabuk biterse, Ve batmaya daha da yaklaşıyor.) That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. (En uygun yaş, ilk yaştır. Gençlik ve kan daha sıcakken; Ama tükenmiş olmak, daha da kötüsü, en kötüsü.
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Green Arrow: Longbow Hunters #1
“The memories are still there, but those old days of glory are gone for good. What happens? Do we change? Or do the changes happen without us… leaving us behind? I don’t feel any different, but I know I’m not the same. I’m a grandfather for god’s sake! I mean think about it— Roy is as close to a son as I could have, and now he is a father… That makes me… We’ll never have those days back again, will we? No matter how hard we try.”
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