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        <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 16:11:58 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Ode to Sylvia Plath</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 03:58:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ingilizce mi yoksa Turkce mi yazmak istedigime karar veremedim. Fakat diyecegim sudur ki, bir yazarin hayatimi bu kadar etkilemesini ve betimlemesini beklemezdim.<br />Ne zaman icime bir agirlik cuvallansa aklima geliyorsun.<br />Fakat cok ugrasiyorim Sylvia, hem de cok, sonunu degistirmek icin bu hikayenin.<br />Degisir mi sence?<br /><br />"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"<br /><br />Sirca fanustan bir ayna verdigin icin, tesekkurler.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>vodoo girl</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 12:21:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i could say "to the person in the bell  jar, black and stopped as a dead baby,  the world itself is just a bad dream",  but this one is more suitable to the  rain:<br />
<br />
<br />
her skin is white cloth, <br />
and she's all sewn apart <br />
and she has many colored pins <br />
sticking out of her heart. <br />
<br />
she has many different zombies <br />
who are deeply in her trance. <br />
she even has a zombie <br />
who was originally from france. <br />
<br />
but she knows she has a curse on her, <br />
a curse she cannot win. <br />
for if someone gets <br />
too close to her, <br />
<br />
the pins stick farther in.<br />
<br />
it's been raining all day long. noone  can see the clouds in my eyesbut you,,  tim! you can express all those hidden  solitude and melancholy. thank you and  it's a privilage to know you. cheers... ]]></description>
                <author>~persecution-complex</author>
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                <title>feeling the blanks of a black hole mind</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 08:06:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ one could say that magic words.<br />
words are symbols of lies nowadays, but  they used to create a continent for our  gleam in the eye. in those days we  haven't left all these happy tunes  behind yet.<br />
the meanings we attribute to things...  they are no more our truth.<br />
<br />
truth: reality of short terms. you used  to feel in that way, and now you feel  something else.<br />
<br />
if there is no continuity in meanings,  what's the point of feeling ]]></description>
                <author>~persecution-complex</author>
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                <title>quo vadis?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2004 04:55:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sonbahar, yapraklar, kurtulus parki,  gelmeyen yagmurlar, sokaklardaki  kestaneciler, hala yanmayan  kaloriferler, erken kararan hava,  baglanmamis kablolu tv, yeni telefon  hatti, kizilay, kitapcilar, mendil  satan cocuklar, kizilirmak sinemasi...<br />
<br />
ankara degismiyor. cocuklar hala  futursuzca eldeki sulara saldirip zorla  aliyor. dost hala kalabalik. hala her  girisimde kredi kartimin yanimda  oldugunu hatirlamamak için kendimi  zorluyor ve beceremiyorum.<br />
kizilirmak'a hala guzel filmler  geliyor.<br />
ankara ayni. ankara aynilastirmaya  calisiyor.<br />
ama...<br />
kalamiyor iste insan oldugu yerde.  kirmizi isik bile durdurmaya yetmiyor. ]]></description>
                <author>~persecution-complex</author>
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                <title>les feuilles mortes</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 00:59:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ kirmiziyle oynamakti unutmak. kirmiziya  renkleri katmakti. sonra bu yeni renge  bulamakti gelmekte olan anlari.<br />
<br />
bazen "hic"i ister insan, gecmise bakip  kendisini anlatabilmek icin daha cok  vakti olmasini dilemektense.<br />
<br />
bazen "her sey"i ister, elinde hicbir  sey olmadigini sanarak.<br />
<br />
ve her zaman kirilgan bir dala tutunmus  bir kus oldugunu sanarak yasar: her  adim daha cok sallar, her yeni kus daha  cok egerken dali kanatlarini acip  ucabileceginin sanisi...<br />
<br />
ne aymazlik! ]]></description>
                <author>~persecution-complex</author>
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                <title>fish is mute. cause fish knows everything.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 01:44:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sabah sabah bir merak iste... acaba  baliklar renkleri gorebilirler mi? ]]></description>
                <author>~persecution-complex</author>
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                <title>message personnel</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 01:24:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ruh: ikircikli<br />
bilinç: bilmemenin, bilmezligin  davranis alani.<br />
ruh: sessiz kirmizi. duraksama.<br />
zaman: sonsuz. ve sonu en çok bilen  kivrimli dalgalar. yumusak.<br />
ruh: puslu. alaca. ani, sarki  zinciri...<br />
<br />
bilinç+ruh+zaman= beyaz ]]></description>
                <author>~persecution-complex</author>
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