Lost Video Oyunu

Sonunda Lost'un video oyunu da çıkıyor. PS3, Xbox 360 ve PC için hazırlanan oyunun ilk trailer'ı da yayınlanmış.

Lost 4. Sezon Sneak Peak

Lost'un 4. sezonunun başlamasına daha aylar var ama şimdiden 4. sezona ait görüntüler ve haberler gelmeye başladı. Bu görüntülerden biri de, geçtiğimiz günlerde yayınlanan bir sneak peak. Videoda 'Dharma Girişim'e ait istasyonlardan 6.sı olan 'The Orchid'in orientation filmi yer alıyor.

Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares To You

Karışık Saatler'e

soyluluğumu anımsıyorum. Bir gece farkettim
sinemada mıydı bir şehirde mi bilmiyorum.

önce her şeyi ben hazırlıyorum sonra geliyorlar
saat ikide mi, içkide mi, on birde mi bilmiyorum.

karışıklık! Keçileri seviyorum tuz gibi
susuzlukta mı, şöyle akşamlarda mı bilmiyorum.

her şey bozuktur bir öğle yürüyüşünde
günlerin akıttığı ırmaklardan mı bilmiyorum.

ben tutunurum saatsiz bir yelkovana
saat ikide mi, kırılmada mı, on birde mi bilmiyorum.

adın bir güzelliğe yakışır elbet yakışır
bir intiharda mı, bir şiirde mi bilmiyorum.

Turgut Uyar

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Pablo Neruda

Gece Bitkileri - Cemal Süreya

Gece bitkilerinden korkuyorum,
Hayır, geceleri bitkilerden!
Gizlenirken vurulmuş ulaklara ağıttır
Bana açtığın her telefon.

İki kalp arasında en kısa yol:
Birbirine uzanmış ve zaman zaman
Ancak parmak uçlarıyla değebilen
İki kol.

An ki fıskıyesi sonsuzluğun
Keşke yalnız bunun için sevseydim seni.

Macavity by T.S. Eliot

Macavity by T.S. Eliot

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!