Why tell about the dark wood

Midway in the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark wood, for the straight way was lost.  Yaşam yolumuzun ortasında  karanlık bir ormanda buldum  kendimi, çünkü doğru yol yitmişti. Ah, how hard it is to tell the nature of that wood, savage, dense, and harsh — the very thought of itContinue reading “Why tell about the dark wood”

An excellent plan, no doubt

Excerpted from The Annotated Alice / Açıklamalı Notlarıyla Alice by Lewis Carroll, edited by Martin Gardner “The first thing I’ve got to do,” said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, “is to grow to my right size again; and the second is to find my way into that lovely garden.  I thinkContinue reading “An excellent plan, no doubt”


From Simulacra and Simulation, Jean Baudrillard Such is simulation, insofar as it is opposed to representation.  Representation stems from the principle of the equivalence of the sign and of the real (even if this equivalence is utopian, it is a fundamental axiom).  Simulation, on the contrary, stems from the utopia of the principle of equivalence,Continue reading “Sıralanabilir”

Spirits of another sort

PUCK My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards: damned spirit all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fearContinue reading “Spirits of another sort”

Those be rubies

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tell her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies,Continue reading “Those be rubies”

Then again, it is still March

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Nisan, en zalim ay; doğurtur Leylakları, ölü topraktan; harmanlar Anıyı ve tutkuyu; kışkırtır Ölgün kökleri bahar yağmuruyla.   from “The Wasteland/Çorak Ülke,” T.S. Eliot Çeviren: Yaşar Günenç

Nice little stories

Excerpted from The Annotated Alice / Açıklamalı Notlarıyla Alice by Lewis Carroll, edited by Martin Gardner There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people upContinue reading “Nice little stories”

Real likes and dislikes

It is doubtful whether any of them really liked him, man to man, or even woman to man.  But then it is doubtful if he really liked any of them, as man to man, or man to woman.  He wanted them to be happy, and the little world to be perfect.  But any one whoContinue reading “Real likes and dislikes”