@peter, sözlükteki arif'in hayranısın anladığım kadarıyla.. evet iyi çocuk ama biraz ayakları kokuyor. ayrıca moğolca değil latince biliyordu arif.
- Arfin Kiriloğlu
For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry. She had looked down at her feet and known, then, because of a painting, that what she stood on had only been woven together a couple thousand miles away in her own tower, was only by accident known as Mexico, and so Pierce had taken her away from nothing, there'd been no escape.
- ufuk
What did she so desire escape from? Such a captive maiden, having plenty of time to think, soon realizes that her tower, its height and architecture, are like her ego only incidental: that what really keeps her where she is is magic, anonymous and malignant, visited on her from outside and for no reason at all. Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this...
more...
- ufuk
"I was okay, maybe I might some day be good. But I’d never really be a musician, because being a musician meant you played the same things over and over, really boring things like scales, until your fingers were padded with callouses, and then you got in your car like she did and drove two hours to play 5th cello in a mediocre symphony and taught sullen teenage girls all day and then played wedding quartets on the weekend."
- ufuk
from Bookmarklet
Ufuk - tükenmiş ruhumu hangi şaraplara yatırayım, hangi soslarda akşamdan bekleteyim, hangi turşu kavonuzunda saklayayım ki ziyan olmasın gençliğim.
- Gabriel Conroy
So that, if we regard quantity as it exists in the imagination (and this is the more frequent and easy method), it will be found to be divisible, finite, composed of parts, and manifold. But, if we regard it as it is in the understanding, and the thing be conceived as it is in itself (which is very difficult), it will then, as I have sufficiently shown you before, be found to be infinite, indivisible, and single.
- ufuk
Whence it is clearly to be seen, that measure, time, and number, are merely modes of thinking, or, rather, of imagining. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that all, who have endeavoured to understand the course of nature by means of such notions, and without fully understanding even them, have entangled themselves so wondrously, that they have at last only been able to extricate themselves by breaking through every rule and admitting absurdities even of the grossest kind.
- ufuk
Watch the Trailer for Franco’s As I Lay Dying -- Vulture James Franco işin tadını kaçırdı: - http://www.vulture.com/2013...
Science today knows with incredible precision much of what is happening on remote stars and galaxies. Science is rightly proud of the fact, and because of it, although with less right, it spreads its peacock feathers at academic gatherings. But meanwhile it has come about that this same science, once a living social faith, is now almost looked...
is now almost looked down upon by society in general. And although this has not happened on Sirius but only on our own planet, it is not, I conceive, bereft of importance. Science cannot be merely science about Sirius; it claims also to be science about man. What then has science, reason, got to say today, with reasonable precision, concerning this so urgent fact that so intimately concerns it? Just nothing. Science has no clear knowledge of the matter.
- ufuk
Rivet "don’t want to talk about it…it would get too personal." demiş, aklıma geldi: Godard da rivet'ten hep istisna muhabbetle bahsediyor. Ben ona çok benzerdim, mizaçlarımız diyor. Misal, traffaut'yu geçiyorum, rohmer'i de geçiyorum (rohmer o tayfadan yaşça büyükmüş) ama bi chabrol'den öyle muhabbetle bahsetmiyor. (Gecenin dördü, magazinel not olsun)
- hulusi acek
from iPhone
The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny. So must one be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? Are we...
I continued to look at her and once more I felt as though something was crawling along my lower lip. What had happened exactly? What was the meaning of it? Was this body, frail and weak in appearance but indestructible in reality, actually made of nothing?
I gave the microscope cylinder a blow with my fist. Was the instrument out of order? No, I knew that it was working perfectly. I had followed the procedure faithfully: first the cells, then the albumen, then the molecules; and everything was just as I was accustomed to seeing it in the course of examining thousands of slides. But the final step, into the heart of the matter, had taken me nowhere.
- ufuk
arzu ettiğin gibi gelişmediyse ayıp olmaz. kapak on numaraymış.
- ufuk
It is better to live alone, there is no companionship with a fool; let a man walk alone, let him commit no sin, with few wishes, like an elephant in the forest.