She wasn’t a black hole, she decided. She was a volcano. And like a volcano she couldn’t run away from herself. She’d have to stay there and tend to that wasteland.
She could plant a forest inside herself.
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Ruhun mu ateş, yoksa o gözler mi alevden?
Bilmem bu yanardağ ne biçim korla tutuştu?
Pervane olan kendini gizler mi hiç alevden?
Sen istedin ondan bu gönül zorla tutuştu.
Is it your soul that is on fire, or are those eyes ablaze?
I don't know how this volcano ignited with such fervent embers.
Does a moth ever conceal itself from the
Bone Palace Ballet
(...)
this
tired
life
this dusty dream,
Touch it and know what the next volcano looks like !!!
My job is to take care of you. I was appointed to do that by God. I will kill anyone who touches you. Do you understand?
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Benim işim seninle ilgilenmek. Ben bunu yapmak üzere Tanrı tarafından görevlendirildim. Sana dokunan herkesi öldüreceğim. Anlıyor musunuz?
And that slaughter to the nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.
"İşte Millet'e yapılan bu katliam ki
Yok olacak bir nefeslik buğu gibi
Ve anlamlı, dokunaklı bir kehanet olarak Uzaklardan gelen bir volkan sesi gibi kalacak.
"And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom Ringing through each heart and brain, Heard again - again - again-
Ve sonra bu satırlar, tarihe kazınacak Zulüm unutulmayacak, dilden dile gezinecek
Bu satırlar, her kalp ve akılda çınlar ha çınlar
Duyulur gür sesi, tekrar- ve tekrar- ve tekrar-
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number-
Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many- they are few."
Baş edilemez bir sayıyla ve
Aslanlar gibi kalk
Kır zincirlerini ve parçalarını toprağa firlat Her parça yüzüne serpilen bir su damlası olsun
Uyan ve bitsin uykun
Onlar az-sen çoksun"
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The sea was roaring, as if that monster was hungry too. That was what was going through my head. We’re all hungry, I thought. And I imagined all of humanity opening its mouth wide and the void gushing out from its throat like a volcano of acidic lava.
My husband faces me and slams his free fist into the wall over my head, the hideous sound echoing in the small alleyway. His body magnifies, almost like it’s doubling in size, while his features sharpen. Being in Adrian’s company has always been an experience, but actually being the subject of his anger is no different than slamming into a volcano at the point of eruption. He might not burn me, but the threat is there, waiting, biding its time to swallow me whole.
Evim yok, sadece bir gölgem var. Ama ne zaman bir gölgeye ihtiyacın olursa benim gölgem senindir.
Here the reader may pause: No ancient Roman V? Wasn’t Venus a Roman goddess? Wasn’t there an Italian volcano called Vesuvius, a Roman emperor named Vespasian?
The answer is that the Roman letter in those examples was never V. It was U, only written as V and pronounced as “w.”
To represent their “w” sound, the Romans used the letter U as a consonant. That was U’s second job. Its main job was as a vowel. It was a vowel when placed before a consonant letter or at a word’s end, in Latin words like murus (wall) and manu (by hand). But before a vowel letter, Roman U was recognized as consonant “w.” The word quercus (oak tree), pronounced “kwair-cus,” demonstrates both uses: U first as a consonant, then as a vowel.
Romancılar da çağdaş ikilemi irdelemek üzere mitolojiye dönmüşlerdir:
James Joyceün Ulysses adlı romanı,
George Orvell'in Nineteen Eighty Four, Dokuz Yüz Seksen Dört (basımı 1949) romanı,
Joseph Conrad'ın Heart of Darkness, Karanlığın Yüreği adlı romanı
Thomas Mann ‘ınThe Magic Mountain, Büyülü Dağ (1924) adlı romanı,
Malcolm Lowry'nin Under the Volcano, Yanardağın Altında (1947) ,
“How do you compare sadness that takes over like an erupted volcano to sadness that stays inside one, still as a still-born baby?”
Bazı danışanlar, duygularını ifade etmeyi ya hep ya hiç önermesi gibi görürler. Bu danışanlar duygu volkanı kuramını (volcano theory of emotion) izlerler.
Duyguları birikene ve patlayana kadar hiçbir şekilde ifade etmezler.
How do volcano eruptions begin? Pressure. And it’s brewing inside of me. The fiery magma is rising, thickening with hatred, growing denser with bloodlust.
Eventually, I’m going to fucking explode, and I promise I will burn this entire goddamn house down with me.
The paradox of volcanoes was that they were symbols of destruction but also life. Once the lava slows and cools, it solidifies and then breaks down over time to become soil - rich, fertile soil.
She wasn't a black hole, she decided. She was a volcano. And like a volcano she couldn't run away from herself. She'd have to stay there and tend to that wasteland.
She could plant a forest inside herself.
On my volcano grows the grass, —
A meditative spot,
An area for a bird to choose
Would be the general thought..
