Tense
"Göstergeler onun yan ürünleri olduğu için onlardan önde, şifre çözme bitimsiz olduğu için her zaman onlardan arkadadır. Görünüşe göre bu anlamsız takipte, anlamın inşasında bize bir yorumsamacı ya da karamsar birisi şöyle diyecektir: Bakın, biz asla anlama sahip değiliz, o bizden kaçıyor, bizi aşıyor, bize sonlu ve ölümlü olduğumuzu öğretiyor -pekâlâ, kurucu çoban bize bunu anlattığında, onun askerleri ve tüccarları organları, dürtüleri, zar parçalarını toplar, onları stoklar ve sermayeleştirir. Ve bizim “iyi-bildiğimiz” zaman, Freud'a göre “ikincil”, Kant'a göre “a priori form” olan zaman, Bergsoncu, Husserlci, Augustinusçu bilincin kendini değişik yollarla açması bu umutsuzluk ile bu istiflemenin ikili oyununda imal edilir; kayıp-ertelenmiş anlamın umutsuzluğu, katedilen, dolaşılan deneyimlerden başka bir şey olmayan göstergelerin hâzinesi Odysse'dir."
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But red is our color by birth-
right, the color of tense joy
& spilled pain that joins us
to each other.
He has a hold of Her
Aelin ripped at the immovable mask, either unaware or uncaring of
the prince before her. Her consort, husband, and mate.
“Aelin.”
Take it off, take it off, take it off.
Her screams were unbearable. Worse than those that day on the beach
in Eyllwe.
Gavriel came to stand beside Elide, his golden skin pale as he took in
the frantic queen.
Slowly, Rowan knelt before her. “Aelin.”
She only tipped her head up to the forest canopy and sobbed.
Blood ran down her neck from the scratches she’d dug into her skin,
mingling with what already coated her.
Rowan reached out a trembling hand, the only sign of the agony Elide
had little doubt was coursing through him. Gently, he laid his hands on
her wrists; gently, he closed his fingers around them. Halting the brutal
clawing and digging.
Aelin sobbed, her body shuddering with the force of it. “Take it off. ”
Rowan’s eyes flickered, panic and heartbreak and longing shining
there. “I will. But you have to be still, Fireheart. Just for a few
moments.”
“Take it off. ” The sobs ebbed, tricking into something broken and
raw. Rowan ran his thumbs over her wrists, over those iron shackles. As
if it were nothing but her skin. Slowly, her shaking eased.
No, not eased, Elide realized as Rowan rose to his feet and stalked
behind the queen. But contained, turned inward. Tremors rippled through
Aelin’s tense body, but she kept still as Rowan examined the lock.
Hiçlik kendini var eder. Plazalar olarak, bitkiler olarak, bebekler olarak, kesimhaneler olarak, rent-boylar olarak, polisler olarak, asfaltlar olarak, 'nereden geldik’ sorusu olarak, -fotoğraflar iki kere hiçlik’tir-, patoloji olarak, simple past tense olarak, hetero evlilik olarak, mitomani olarak, yer çekimi olarak, his ve hissizlik olarak, nüfus memuru olarak, diyanet işleri olarak, bitkilere su veren biri olarak.
He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn't want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.
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