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Türkiyem canım Memleketim
Mar 12, 2007
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Posted: Mar 12, 2007 7:21am
Atatürk
Mar 12, 2007
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Posted: Mar 12, 2007 7:18am
Cat
Jul 27, 2006
The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom --
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.
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Posted: Jul 27, 2006 8:44am
Elephants Are Different to Different People
Jul 27, 2006
Elephants Are Different to Different People Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant.

Wilson said, "What is its name? Is it from Asia or Africa? Who feeds
it? Is it a he or a she? How old is it? Do they have twins? How much does
it cost to feed? How much does it weigh? If it dies, how much will another
one cost? If it dies, what will they use the bones, the fat, and the hide
for? What use is it besides to look at?"

Pilcer didn't have any questions; he was murmering to himself, "It's
a house by itself, walls and windows, the ears came from tall cornfields,
by God; the architect of those legs was a workman, by God; he stands like
a bridge out across the deep water; the face is sad and the eyes are kind;
I know elephants are good to babies."

Snack looked up and down and at last said to himself, "He's a tough
son-of-a-gun outside and I'll bet he's got a strong heart, I'll bet he's
strong as a copper-riveted boiler inside."

They didn't put up any arguments.
They didn't throw anything in each other's faces.
Three men saw the elephant three ways
And let it go at that.
They didn't spoil a sunny Sunday afternoon;

"Sunday comes only once a week," they told each other.

-- Carl Sandburg
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Posted: Jul 27, 2006 8:39am
Things I Didn't Know I Loved
Jul 27, 2006
Things I Didn't Know I Loved it's 1962 March 28th
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
night is falling
I never knew I liked
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain
I don't like
comparing nightfall to a tired bird

I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love

and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can see
I know you can't wash in the same river even once
I know the river will bring new lights you'll never see
I know we live slightly longer than a horse but not nearly as long as a crow
I know this has troubled people before
and will trouble those after me
I know all this has been said a thousand times before
and will be said after me

I didn't know I loved the sky
cloudy or clear
the blue vault Andrei studied on his back at Borodino
in prison I translated both volumes of War and Peace into Turkish
I hear voices
not from the blue vault but from the yard
the guards are beating someone again
I didn't know I loved trees
bare beeches near Moscow in Peredelkino
they come upon me in winter noble and modest
beeches are Russian the way poplars are Turkish
"the poplars of Izmir
losing their leaves. . .
they call me The Knife. . .
lover like a young tree. . .
I blow stately mansions sky-high"
in the Ilgaz woods in 1920 I tied an embroidered linen handkerchief
to a pine bough for luck

I never knew I loved roads
even the asphalt kind
Vera's behind the wheel we're driving from Moscow to the Crimea
Koktebele
formerly "Goktepili" in Turkish
the two of us inside a closed box
the world flows past on both sides distant and mute
I was never so close to anyone in my life
bandits stopped me on the red road between Bolu and Gered(&
when I was eighteen
apart from my life I didn't have anything in the wagon they could take
and at eighteen our lives are what we value least
I've written this somewhere before
wading through a dark muddy street I'm going to the shadow play
Ramazan night
a paper lantern leading the way
maybe nothing like this ever happened
maybe I read it somewhere an eight-year-old boy
going to the shadow play
Ramazan night in Istanbul holding his grandfather's hand
his grandfather has on a fez and is wearing the fur coat
with a sable collar over his robe
and there's a lantern in the servant's hand
and I can't contain myself for joy
flowers come to mind for some reason
poppies cactuses jonquils
in the jonquil garden in Kadikoy Istanbul I kissed Marika
fresh almonds on her breath
I was seventeen
my heart on a swing touched the sky
I didn't know I loved flowers
friends sent me three red carnations in prison

I just remembered the stars
I love them too
whether I'm floored watching them from below
or whether I'm flying at their side

I have some questions for the cosmonauts
were the stars much bigger
did they look like huge jewels on black velvet
or apricots on orange
did you feel proud to get closer to the stars
I saw color photos of the cosmos in Ogonek magazine now don't
be upset comrades but nonfigurative shall we say or abstract
well some of them looked just like such paintings which is to
say they were terribly figurative and concrete
my heart was in my mouth looking at them
they are our endless desire to grasp things
seeing them I could even think of death and not feel at all sad
I never knew I loved the cosmos

snow flashes in front of my eyes
both heavy wet steady snow and the dry whirling kind
I didn't know I liked snow

I never knew I loved the sun
even when setting cherry-red as now
in Istanbul too it sometimes sets in postcard colors
but you aren't about to paint it that way
I didn't know I loved the sea
except the Sea of Azov
or how much

I didn't know I loved clouds
whether I'm under or up above them
whether they look like giants or shaggy white beasts

moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeois
strikes me
I like it

I didn't know I liked rain
whether it falls like a fine net or splatters against the glass my
heart leaves me tangled up in a net or trapped inside a drop
and takes off for uncharted countries I didn't know I loved
rain but why did I suddenly discover all these passions sitting
by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
is it because I lit my sixth cigarette
one alone could kill me
is it because I'm half dead from thinking about someone back in Moscow
her hair straw-blond eyelashes blue

the train plunges on through the pitch-black night
I never knew I liked the night pitch-black
sparks fly from the engine
I didn't know I loved sparks
I didn't know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty
to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return

-- Nazim Hikmet
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Posted: Jul 27, 2006 8:37am
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Jul 24, 2006
 Friendship is something special,
it can not be bought or sold
Its value is far greater
than any silver or even gold

When times get rough,
they always seem to understand
Without being asked,
they comfort and lend a helping hand

Holding you up
when they think you will fall
No matter what,
they help you through it all

Friends lift you up,
when you are feeling low
They take you in
when you have no place to go

Never ever forget
or take such things for granted
For you can never re-sow
the seed that's already been planted

Take this to heart,
let it never be undone
In order to keep a friend
you must first be one

Honesty is something
that should always be your aim
With lies, their wounds may heal,
but nothing's ever the same

So cherish your friendship,
always be sincere
Open up your heart,
and it will never disappear
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Posted: Jul 24, 2006 2:40pm
from orhan veli
Jul 24, 2006
REPLY

From the butcher's cat to the alley cat

You speak of hunger
That means you're communist
That means you burned down all those buildings
The ones in Istanbul
The ones in Ankara.

What a swine you are!

Orhan Veli Kanik

Translated by Bernard Lewis (1982)
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Posted: Jul 24, 2006 1:10pm
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Jul 24, 2006


    I buy old clothes.
    I buy old clothes and cut them into stars.
    Music is the food of love.
    I love music.

    I write poetry.
    I write poetry and buy old clothes.
    I sell old clothes and buy music;
    If I could also be a fish in a bottle of booze...
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Posted: Jul 24, 2006 1:07pm
RAKI
Jul 18, 2006

Thirsty Turks sip 60 million liters of raki each year, mostly with meals.

Raki (rah-KUH) is clear brandy made from grapes and raisins, flavored with pungent anise. Most is quite potent (80- to 90-proof/40% to 45% alcohol) and thus diluted with water and sipped. It's similar to Greek ouzo and French pastis.

When mixed with ice and/or water for drinking, it turns milky white. Because of its color and hefty alcoholic punch, Turks call it lion's milk (aslan sütü.

If you like licorice and anise, you may like raki. If you don't, for sure you won't.

Until recently, raki was made only by Tekel, the Turkish government tobacco and spirits monopoly which produces the Yeni Raki, Tekirdag and Altindag brands.

In 2004 the commercial Elda company distillery producing the premium Efe Raki brand opened, starting the trend to more brands. Both raki factories are located near Izmir to take advantage of its abundant, high-quality grapes, raisins and anise.

Elda has now elaborated its raki products into several brands, including Sari Zeybek, a premium "yellow" raki made with choice Tefenni anise and aged for six months in oak barrels to give it a smooth taste and pale yellow color. It's pretty expensive at YTL35 for a 70 cl bottle.

It must also be mentioned that several people died and others were sickened in 2005 from drinking sahte raki (fake, or bootleg, raki) made by parties unknown of substances mysterious. It's a good idea to stick to the major brands such as Tekel and Efe, and confirm that the seals on the bottles are intact. (There should be no problems in legitimate restaurants.)


HOW TO DRINK RAKI
Here's how you drink it: a clear, straight, narrow glass is filled 1/3 or 1/2 with raki, then diluted with water and/or ice to suit the drinker's taste. (Say Tamam!, tah-MAHM, "okay," when the waiter has poured enough water and/or ice.)

A traditional raki sofrasi ("raki table") bears dozens of meze (MEH-zeh, Turkish hot and cold hors d'oeuvres, salads, cheeses, etc.) but the two essentials are salty white sheeps'-milk cheese (beyaz peynir) and sweet yellow melon (kavun).

While sipping raki and nibbling meze, there's good conversation, much humor, and many toasts to your companions' health and prosperity. After you've eaten far too much, the main course of kebap or fish arrives, to be followed by a dessert/sweet, fruit and Turkish coffee.

Raki is sold by the drink (kadeh), in small 17-cl glass pitchers, in half-bottles (35 cl) and full bottles (70 cl).

If you want just one drink, ask for bir kadeh raki (BEER kah-DEH rah-KUH).

If you're drinking lightly with one or two friends, ask for bir otuzbeslik raki (BEER OH-tooz-BESH-leek, a 35 cl half-bottle).

If you really want to "milk the lion" or you're with lots of friends, order bir sise raki (BEER SHEE-sheh rah-KUH, a full bottle, sometimes called a yetmislik, yeht-MEESH-leek, a 70 cl bottle).

Serefinize! (sheh-REHF-ee-nee-ZEH, "In your honor!") is the proper toast.



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Posted: Jul 18, 2006 1:03pm
LOVE IS THE NAME OF THE GAME
Jul 12, 2006

Let's get together again and show them to understand
You taught the world we must join our hands
While there is time, let's be friends
Let's get together again and show them to understand
You taught the world we must join our hands
While there is time, let's be friends

Remember the ones we lost and avert the ones without most
In this world of hatred, alas, there is no future for us

La la la la la la la... la la la la la la la...
La la la la la la la... la la la la la la la...

Let's get together again and show them to understand
You taught the world we must join our hands
While there is time, let's be friends
Let's get together again and show them to understand
You taught the world we must join our hands
While there is time, let's be friends

And love is the name of the game, and the world won't be the same
It's only with love, can't you see, that it's safe for you and me

Oh... love is the name of the game, and the world won't be the same
It's only with love, can't you see, that it's safe for you and me

La la la la la la la...
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