terra incognita

Or maybe memories are like karaoke—where you realize up on the stage, with all those lyrics scrawling across the screen’s bottom, and with everybody clapping at you, that you didn’t know even half the lyrics to your all-time favorite song. Only afterwards, when someone else is up on stage humiliating themselves amid the clapping and laughing, do you realize that what you liked most about your favorite song was precisely your ignorance of its full meaning—and you read more into it than maybe existed in the first place. I think it’s better to not know the lyrics to your life.

—p. 85, The Gum Thief (Douglas Coupland)


photo: A scene from Lost in Translation

about as subtle as an earthquake i know,
my mistakes were made for you
and in the backroom of a bad dream she came
and whisked me away enthused
and it’s as solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
the fact is that it probably will hit something
on the hazardous terrain
and we’re just following the flock around
and in-between,
before we’re smashed to smithereens
like they were
then we scramble from the blame
and it, the fame that put words in her mouth,
she couldn’t help but spit them out,
innocence and arrogance entwined,
in the filthiest of minds.
she was bitten on her birthday and now,
a face in the crowd she’s not
and i suspect that now forever the shape she
came to escape is forgot.
and it’s a lot to ask her not to sting and give
her less than everything,
around your crooked conscience she will wind.

SATICI

Gecen aksam kanepeye uzanmis, elimde bir kitap, gunun yorgunlugunu atmaya calisiyordum ki o sakin sessizligi kapi zilinin calmasi bozdu. Istemeye istemeye ayaklanip kapiyi actim. Karsimda bir sey satmak icin kapi kapi dolastigi her halinden belli olan bir genc duruyordu. ’Iyi gunler efendim, ben ruya satiyorum!’, dedi ve hemen pesinden ‘Buyrun, katalogumuzu inceleyin.’ diyerek elime kalinca bir klasoru tutusturdu. Bos bulunmustum.. Katalogu incelemeden ‘Yok, ruya istemem ama bir hayalin varsa ona bakabilirim.’, diyerek katalogu geri uzattim. Bu sefer de o ‘Yok..’ diye cevap verdikten sonra tam karsi ataga gececekti ki ‘Tamam, kalsin o zaman, size iyi aksamlar.’ diyerek kapiyi yavassa yuzune kapattim. O anda saticinin yuzunde beliren pes etmis ifadeyi incelerken aslinda biliyordum ki ruya saticilarinin hayallerle isleri olmaz. Bu onlari en kisa yoldan basimdan defetmek icin buldugum bir taktiktir..

Paavoharju‘yu 2008 yili icinde cikmis 2. albumleri Laulu Laakson Kukista ile bugun kesfettim, sabahtan beri kendilerine ozgu bir muzik yapan bu Finlandiyali grubu dinliyorum. Yukarida Tytto Tanssii adli sarkilarina cekilen ve sarkinin kendisi kadar hosuma giden videoyu bulabilirsiniz. Iyi dinlemeler :)

Rüyalar gerçeği kovalarken geri dönemeyecekleri kadar uzağa gidiyorlar…

Rüyalar gerçeği kovalarken geri dönemeyecekleri kadar uzağa gidiyorlar…

Milk and Honey
Gold and silver is the autumnSoft and tender are her skiesYes and no are the answersWritten in my true love’s eyesAutumn’s leaving and winter’s comingI think that I’ll be moving alongI’ve got to leave her and find anotherI’ve got to sing my heart’s true songRound and round the burning circleAll the seasons: one, two, and threeAutumn comes and then the winterSpring is born and wanders freeGold and silver burn my autumnsAll too soon they’d fade and dieAnd then, oh there are no othersMilk and honey were their lies
by Jackson C. Frank 










photo by Ryan McGinley

Milk and Honey

Gold and silver is the autumn
Soft and tender are her skies
Yes and no are the answers
Written in my true love’s eyes

Autumn’s leaving and winter’s coming
I think that I’ll be moving along
I’ve got to leave her and find another
I’ve got to sing my heart’s true song

Round and round the burning circle
All the seasons: one, two, and three
Autumn comes and then the winter
Spring is born and wanders free

Gold and silver burn my autumns
All too soon they’d fade and die
And then, oh there are no others
Milk and honey were their lies

by Jackson C. Frank 

photo by Ryan McGinley

Max Richter’in FatCat Records’dan 24 Postcards in Full Colour adiyla yeni bir albumu cikmis, yeni haberim oldu benim de.
Cokca dinledigim bu Alman asilli yeni nesil besteci, bu dorduncu albumunde kendisine tanidigimiz bir yazari degil de cep telefonu melodilerini konu edinmis. “Calan telefonunuzu elinize aldiginizdaki beklentiniz uzaklardan bir yerden size yollanan bir posta kartini elinize aldiginizdaki beklentilerinizle esdeger degil mi?” diye sormus album icin neden bu basligi sectigini belirtirken. Dusundum de en son bir posta karti yollayali o kadar cok zaman gecmis ki keske boyle bir aliskanligim olsaydi demeden gecemedim bunu okudugumda.. 
http://www.24postcards.co.uk/ 
P.S. Artik cep telefonum Berlin By Overnight ile caliyor..

Max Richter’in FatCat Records’dan 24 Postcards in Full Colour adiyla yeni bir albumu cikmis, yeni haberim oldu benim de.

Cokca dinledigim bu Alman asilli yeni nesil besteci, bu dorduncu albumunde kendisine tanidigimiz bir yazari degil de cep telefonu melodilerini konu edinmis. “Calan telefonunuzu elinize aldiginizdaki beklentiniz uzaklardan bir yerden size yollanan bir posta kartini elinize aldiginizdaki beklentilerinizle esdeger degil mi?” diye sormus album icin neden bu basligi sectigini belirtirken. Dusundum de en son bir posta karti yollayali o kadar cok zaman gecmis ki keske boyle bir aliskanligim olsaydi demeden gecemedim bunu okudugumda.. 

http://www.24postcards.co.uk/
 

P.S. Artik cep telefonum Berlin By Overnight ile caliyor..