kendileriyle savasanlar/stefan zweig

minutemen - jesus and tequila

(aşağıdaki ‘dogma’ filminin iki parça sahnesinin üzerine)

dogma (1999 - director and writer : kevin smith)

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dogma (1999 - director and writer : kevin smith)

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john berger/gorunure dair kucuk bir teoriye dogru adimlar/ son sayfa

violent femmes - good feeling

Good feeling
won’t you stay with me just a little longer
it always seems like your leaving
when I need you here just a little longer
dear lady there’s so many things
that I have come to fear
little voice says I’m going crazy
to see all my worlds disappear
vague sketch of a fantasy
laughing at the sunrise
like he’s been up all night
ooo slippin and slidin
what a good time but now
have have to find a bed
that can take this wait
good feeing
won’t you say stay with me just a little longer
it always seems like your leaving
when I know the other one
just a little too well
oh dear lady
won’t you stay with me just a little longer
y’know it always seems like your leaving
when I need you here just a little longer

grosse pointe blank (1997 - director: george armitage)

-bay newberry,ben martin blank.iyi akşamlar,nasılsınız?

-iyi akşamlar,bay blank.

-efendim.

-yendin.bahsi ben kaybettim.

-evet,tamamen kaçınılmazdı,efendim..bir merhaba deyip nasıl olduğunuzu sormaz istedim.

-martin.

-işler nasıl sormak istedim.

-10 yıl önce kızımı terkettiğinden beri nerede olduğunu bilmiyorum,umrumda da değil.gittiğin iyi oldu,sevindim.biraz büyümüşsün,seni yanlış mı anladım?

-bilmiyorum,yani umarım öyledir.

-seni gözümde,sis içinde fanila giymiş hayal ederdim.newsweek’te gördüğüm insanlardan kaçıp kafelerde saklananlar gibi.

-hayır hayır hayır…ben diğer yola saptım,6.yola.kurşun boru zalimliği işini yapıyorum.paragözlük nasıl olur bilirsin;spor,seks,hiç kimseyle gerçek bir ilişkim olmadı.peki ya sen?yıllar sana ne yaptı?

-beni tanırsın martin,aynı tas aynı hamam.sık kullanım.

-tabi..

-siktir et,hadi bir içki içelim ve tüm bunları unutalım.

-isterdim ama biraz geç kaldım,sadece bir selam verip, iyi dileklerimi ileteyim dedim.

-ne iş yapıyorsun?

-profesyonel katilim.

-aferin sana,büyüme gayreti.

-tamam….seni tekrar görmek güzel.

grosse pointe blank (1997 - director: george armitage)

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us — if at all — not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer —

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

t.s.eliot

http://giysitakasi.blogspot.com/

the beta band - dry the rain

This is the definition of my life
Lying in bed in the sunlight
Choking on the vitamin tablet
The doctor gave in the hope of saving me
In the hope of saving me

Walked in the corner of the room
A junk yard fool with eyes of gloom
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain the rain
The rain the rain the rain now

Dusty brown boots in the corner
By the ironing board
Spray on dust is the greatest thing
Sure is the greatest thing
Since the last since the last

Walked in the corner of the room
A junk yard fool with eyes of gloom
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain the rain
The rain the rain the rain now

I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
The rain the rain the rain now

If there’s something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it’ll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light

trees - the garden of jane delawney (1970)

The poet’s voice lingers on

His words hang in the air

The ground you walk upon

Might as well not be there

Might as well not be there

I’ll take you through my dreams

Out into the darkest morning

Past the blood filled streams

Into the garden of Jane Delawney

Into the garden now

Though the rose is fair

Don’t pluck it as you pass

For a fire will consume your hair

And your eyes will turn to glass

Your eyes will turn to glass

In the willow’s shade

Don’t lie to hear it weep

For its tears of gold and jade

Will drown you as you sleep

Will drown you now Jane Delawney had her dreams

That she never did discover

For the flow that feeds the stream

Is the life blood of her lover

Is the life blood of her lover

And the purifying beam

Of the sun will shine here never

While the spirit of her dream

In the garden lives forever

Lives forever now

Time he’s on our side she said,
But it makes no difference in the end
He’s coming after you my friend

Bir körlük dönemi ki degmeyin gitsin…

furniture - she gets out the scrapbook

You’re working for a family
I’m working for myself
The thought never changes
The thought never changes 

My hands are reaching out to you
All across this town
I swear that I’ll find you
I swear that I’ll find you
Even though you hide away
I know
You won’t forget
Cause I’ve got a piece of your heart
You left here
And I don’t want it
There’s things to be done
And things to be said
That should have been said long ago
I could stay out here forever
But the time will come I know 

When you can’t think about the future
For the past times you recall
The thought never changes
The thought never changes
Even when you’re making love to him
My shadow’s on your wall
You swore I’d be with you
You swore I’d be with you
Till the end
And it all came true
But it’s not how we expected it to be, is it?
A memory round every corner
A ghost coming back for a visit 

But I’m no ghost
And I want this chance
Just a ghost of a chance
Or the chance of a ghost
I will take the stand
I will raise my hand
I will talk
I will talk
I’ve held it in too long 

So tell me it means nothing to me you
Tell me I don’t have to think about you
Tell me the next will wash out the last
Tell me, but don’t think I’ll tell you it’s true
Nothing of this is important now
Nothing that has any reason to last
Still I will work for the future
Just to take control of the past 

She’s been working late
She comes home
Gets on the phone
Calls up a few close friends
Get a bottle of wine or something
And as the evening draws on
We sit and reminisce
She gets out the scrapbook
And they say
Did we really live like this
Did we really really live like this 

Entertain me
Come you big bad world
And entertain me
Entertain me cause I’m bored with myself when the lights go out
There’s nothing to talk about
And every silence lets in the same doubt
Cause I won’t forget a single night we spent
And I won’t forget a single word of love we said
Remember that when you speak to me
And I’m working late in the open air
And the moon shines on your face
Entertain me
Come on you big bad world and entertain me