Su Yılanları I, Klimt’in çok güzel bir eseri, fakat çoğu eseri gibi bu eser de Öpücük tablosunun gölgesi altında parıldıyor.
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H. P. Lovecraft’ın “Soğuk Hava” (Cool Air) adlı kısa öyküsü için yapılmış bir illüstrasyon. Bu haliyle de muhtemelen bir kapak görseli. Okuduğum en weird öykülerinden birisiydi. Lovecraft’ın hayal gücünün ve yaratıcılığının da uç örneklerinden bana kalırsa (bir sene önce yazdığım bir öyküde, kapak görselindekine benzer bir figür kullanmıştım. Hikaye hala duruyor ama fanzinini kaybetmiştim sanırım. o geldi aklıma ah memories)
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Beren ile Luthien’nin iç sayfalarındaki görsellerin güzelliğine hayran kaldım gerçekten
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Bugün sticker çıkardım belki bir gün merhaba ben hayatının aşkı diye biri çıkar gelir diye; hediye kutusu yapmaya başladım fazla romatize ediyorum belki birine aşık olmak değil aşık olduğumu hissetmeyi seviyorum ayraç yaptım mokitada paylaşmak istedim elle yapılan hediyeleri daha çok seviyorum insanların birine vereceği en güzel hediye zamanıdır bana göre
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THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER
When my mother died, I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry “weep, weep, weep, weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved, so I said,
”Hush, Tom, never mind it, for when your head’s bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.”
And so he was quiet, and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in the river and shine in the Sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind.
And then the angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm,
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
~ William Blake
William Blake • Masumiyet ve Tecrübe Şarkıları (Türkiye İş Bankası Kültür Yayınları) – (Çeviri: Selahattin Özpalabıyıklar)
When my mother died, I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry “weep, weep, weep, weep!”
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved, so I said,
”Hush, Tom, never mind it, for when your head’s bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.”
And so he was quiet, and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in the river and shine in the Sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind.
And then the angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm,
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
~ William Blake
William Blake • Masumiyet ve Tecrübe Şarkıları (Türkiye İş Bankası Kültür Yayınları) – (Çeviri: Selahattin Özpalabıyıklar)
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