{"id":2890,"date":"2008-06-27T18:08:23","date_gmt":"2008-06-27T18:08:23","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-29T21:00:00","slug":"power-play","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/2008\/06\/27\/power-play\/","title":{"rendered":"Power play.."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Now is the winter of our discontent
\n Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
\n And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
\n In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. <\/p>\n

Big “S”, R3\n<\/div>\n

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Bunu \u00f6zellikle severim… Yani H\u00d6H! diye kaya gibi girer oyuna amca, b\u00f6ylesi tok bir masif k\u00fctle k\u00fct diye oturuverir, bir anda sessizlik olur, ba\u015flar \u00e7evrilir, s\u00f6zc\u00fcklerin ritmi evrilir yava\u015ftan steady’ye, ta\u015flar yerine oturur. Ve i\u015fin as\u0131l k\u0131sm\u0131, bu tan\u0131mlar\u0131 oyuna ba\u011fl\u0131 kalarak yapm\u0131yorum. \u015eiir olarak kar\u015f\u0131ma \u00e7\u0131ksa, sadece bu k\u0131s\u0131m olsa s\u00f6z konusu yine ayn\u0131 \u015fey yine ayn\u0131 \u015fey. Wordslinger olay\u0131.<\/p>\n

(but could be as well —- well…)<\/p>\n

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“In his Autumn ‘fore the Winter
\nComes Mans’ last mad surge of youth.”
\nWhat on earth are you talking about?<\/i> <\/p>\n

The Chameleons, Don’t Fall<\/p><\/div>\n

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Bu da \u00e7ok sa\u011flamd\u0131r. Chumbawamba’n\u0131n Thumbtumping’inin a\u00e7\u0131l\u0131\u015f\u0131 gibi ama o italik k\u0131s\u0131m caz\u0131rt! diye \u00e7iziktiriverir pla\u011f\u0131. Bir de edebiyat\/musiki ille de kasay\u0131m diyorsan\u0131z, Bet\u00fcl Han\u0131m’\u0131n kulaklar\u0131 \u00e7\u0131nlas\u0131n, Divine Comedy \/ Booklovers – bakay\u0131m youtube’de var m\u0131… bilmiyorsan\u0131z yokmu\u015f ama biliyorsan\u0131z buraya da bak\u0131n<\/a>. <\/p>\n

ve all time favorim as quoted by TSE in Gerontion from the big “S”‘ Measure for measure (Kafam\u0131 k\u0131r\u0131yordum bu bilgiye ula\u015fabilmek i\u00e7in… kafam\u0131n arka taraf\u0131nda her daim b\u00f6yle bir \u015fey var: neither youth.. but dream… noon. Eliot’tan \u00f6t\u00fcr\u00fc bildi\u011fimi de biliyorum ama kitaplar yok tabii. Google google, eliot shakespeare neither dream nor but dream. Birka\u00e7 ay \u00f6nce bir kez daha giri\u015fmi\u015f lakin ba\u015far\u0131l\u0131 olamam\u0131\u015ft\u0131m, bu sefer tutturdum! 8) (sadece koyu+b\u00fcy\u00fck k\u0131s\u0131m, btw):<\/p>\n

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Be absolute for death; either death or life
\n Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
\n If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
\n That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
\n Servile to all the skyey influences,
\n That dost this habitation, where thou keep’st,
\n Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death’s fool;
\n For him thou labour’st by thy flight to shun
\n And yet runn’st toward him still. Thou art not noble;
\n For all the accommodations that thou bear’st
\n Are nursed by baseness. Thou’rt by no means valiant;
\n For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork
\n Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,
\n And that thou oft provokest; yet grossly fear’st
\n Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself;
\n For thou exist’st on many a thousand grains
\n That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not;
\n For what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get,
\n And what thou hast, forget’st. Thou art not certain;
\n For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,
\n After the moon. If thou art rich, thou’rt poor;
\n For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,
\n Thou bear’s thy heavy riches but a journey,
\n And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none;
\n For thine own bowels, which do call thee sire,
\n The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
\n Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum,
\n For ending thee no sooner.
\n Thou hast nor youth nor age
\n But as it were an after dinner sleep
\n Dreaming on both:<\/b><\/big>
\n for all thy blessed youth
\n Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms
\n Of palsied eld; and when thou art old and rich,
\n Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty,
\n To make thy riches pleasant. What’s yet in this
\n That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
\n Lie hid moe thousand deaths: yet death we fear,
\n That makes these odds all even. <\/div>\n

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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Big “S”, R3 Bunu \u00f6zellikle severim… Yani H\u00d6H! diye kaya gibi girer oyuna amca, b\u00f6ylesi tok bir masif k\u00fctle k\u00fct diye oturuverir, bir … Okumaya devam et “Power play..”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2890"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2890"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2890\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2890"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2890"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2890"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}