MENIPPPUS
It was just as if a number of dancers, or rather singers, were met together, and every one was ordered to leave the chorus, and sing his own song, each striving to drown the other’s voice, by bawling as loud as he could; you may imagine what kind of a concert this would make.
FRIEND
Truly ridiculous and confused, no doubt
MENIPPUS
And yet such, my friend, are all the poor performers upon earth, and of such is composed the discordant music of human life; the voices not only dissonant and inharmonious, but the forms and habits all differing from each other, moving in various directions, and agreeing in nothing; till at length the great master of the choir drives everyone of them from the stage, and tells him he is no longer wanted there; then all are silent, and no longer disturb each other with their harsh and jarring discord.
“ I celebrate myself and sing myself .” But this “self” soon grows to include friends, the entire nation and, finally, humanity.
Mules and asses were led into Hagia Sophia to carry away the loot but were unable to keep their footing on the polished floors of ancient polychromatic marble and slipped and fell; somehow maddened by this difficulty, the looters slashed the terrified animals open with their knives. The floor became slippery with blood and the muck of excrement from their punctured bowels. A prostitute, evidently not expelled from the camp, was set on the patriarch’s throne ‘and started to sing a wretched song and danced about, spinning and turning’.
Hayat Seni Hayal Kırıklığına Uğrattığında..
"Find a song that speaks to your heart. Play it over and over, and sing..."
(Yüreğine dokunan bir şarkı bul. Tekrar tekrar çal ve söyle...)
Sayfa 21Kitabı okudu
“Once I sang as early thrushes
Sing among the dewy bushes;
Now I'm mute.
I am like a weary linnet,
For my throat has no song in it;
I have had my singing minute.
I have done.
Put by the lute.'"
And Robin Hood shot a bow out of the open window. Then he fell down on the floor.
"That is all. Lay me there under the tree. Put my bow next to me... And sing a merry song for me..." said Robin.
Sayfa 55Kitabı okudu
Son: Bir şarkı ile kitabı bitiriyor.
There’s such a thing as trying too hard.
You’ve got to sing like you don’t need the money,
Love like you’ll never get hurt,
You’ve got to dance like nobody’s watching
It’s got to come from the heart if you want it to work.”
“Come from the Heart”
Song by Kathy Mattea
Sayfa 34Kitabı okudu
I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I *am*. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God.
This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty . . . what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse. . . .
To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.
Sayfa 2 - Grove PressKitabı okudu
Kubilay Han ve Ressamlar
Aksine Kubilay, Yüan döneminin en büyük Çinli ressamlarından bazılarını destekledi. Dönemin en ünlü ressamı olan Cav Mınğ-fu (1254-
1322) Harbiye Nazırlığı'nda görev aldı ve Ta-tu'da yaşadı. Kubilay'ın
ölümünden sonra bile Cav resmi davetler aldı ve sonunda, 1316 yılında
Çin'deki en ünlü bilgin eğitim merkezi olan Han-lin
Sayfa 162 - Türkiye İş Bankası Kültür YayınlarıKitabı okudu
“Come along and sing a song and join the jamboree,-"
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies:
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
Gives her fame which never dies.
So the life that died with shame
Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb.
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
SONG.
Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight;
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb they go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan
Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn and yield your dead,
Till death be uttered,
Heavily, heavily.
Sayfa 103 - Black CatKitabı okudu
A Song From Much Ado About Nothing
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
Sayfa 51 - Black CatKitabı okudu
This wind told him no secrets, had no song to sing. It was a wind of death, of cold, of nothing.
