When on the wane, you are always impatient to wax,
but how do you so easily wane after waxing?
You are full only once in a month’s thirty nights:
man’s mind in a lifetime is exactly the same.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
Author: zdunno03
“That is quite a statement to the women of this country.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“It is worth pondering… 2 of the 9 justices of the US Supreme Court will have been credibly accused of serious sexual misconduct and confirmed anyway. That is quite a statement to the women of this country.”
Susan Hennessey, twitter feed, September 16, 2018.
Lawfare Executive Editor, Brookings Fellow, CNN National Security and Legal Analyst, Former IC attorney.
River by Güngör Tekçe
A meadow
And a river
There was someone
I forget
Through the
River straight towards me
Surging steadily onward
My feet planted on the earth
I was soon overwhelmed
Was it a thousand years ago
Or was it only yesterday
So many dead
Who’d grasped at deadwood and at dregs
Was it a Monday or was it a Wednesday
Whirled and swirled into the depths
So many loves
So many oaths
Washed clean and clear
Was it ten o’clock or was it twelve
With shriek upon shriek the waterfowl
Had bound the drawstrings of the night
They were basking in the sun
A summer with mascara smeared
Releasing a breath through a reed on the shore
Who was it stepping through the passing waters
Ws it I
Was there someone else
I forget
translated by Jean Carpenter Efe
following a thought of Su T’ung-p’o: this flower
this flower enchants
yet it too will fade
to crumble to dust
although gone
from this world
not from my mind
my heart
there remaining as beautiful
as before
those red heels
there were those red heels
three inches high
and the dress
to match
floating discreetly
above your knees
an image
I take with me
wherever it is
I go
character: fate
there are some things
in life
you cannot avoid
and fate
is one of them
for fate is defined
by character
and character
is fate
not so briefly
there was no way
of knowing
then
of what of where of why
to follow
nor the debris
left behind
in your passing
not so briefly
in my life
“The point isn’t to know what you’re doing. The point is to have an experience doing something.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“The point isn’t to know what you’re doing. The point is to have an experience doing something.”
Abz by Leyla Şahin
I come through the rains
my name, that of an old sea
before the earth was born
I swayed in the depths for thousands of years
I come through the winds
my name that of an old storm
slowly opening the velvet curtains
I escape to the meadows, in my eyes
a child’s mind
I come through the mountains
one half of my face in the mist
the other wandering in the woods
as joyful as a bird ready to migrate
I bring the spring with me
I come through the paths
path: the first ABC of my life
A: alienation, B: being together
M: meeting, Z: beyond all boundaries
I grasp an island of loneliness and come
love: the oldest scar on my face,
I come with my wounds.
translated by Ahu Dereli & Jean Carpenter Efe
Before the Mountain Beyond the Mountain by Ferit Edgü
My belief amounts to nothing–theirs to quite something
Down the mountain come the deer–I look at the deer
They at the mountain
I believe in scarcely a single thing, if anything in mankind
They trust in nearly everything, but never humankind
They look at the mountain–while I look beyond it
The deer go down the mountainside
Beyond the mountain
translated by Jean Carpenter Efe
Leonard Durso 