Post by solzh on Mar 6, 2019 7:50:32 GMT
SINGLE PERSON SEESAW
Doctor Abba Solzhenitsof
In a place close to Iran... there are many lowercase pashas; Hacı Murat the Well, Seven-Eight Ignorant Hasan are the old dead, the coup plotters are fresh, without graves...
A few graves exist, but they are not deep; humorous lower case "micro communist son of saints" deep insistent, shameless...
The folk song "In the past, let's see people fall into poverty, small letters become micro and light on the seesaw, bankrupts outweigh and fall" was once a national song to have been hated,
From the musty past to the present, the game has changed, and the players; No one realizes it, but the amputee seesaw is immeasurably outdated!
ERKEN GÖMÜLDÜN BE FESLİ!
Dr. MES (SOLZH)
Gerçi ölmesen vermezdik toprağa, vaden yetmese ölmez, düşman üzerdin;
Dualarımız makbul olaydı ömrün uzardı, niyaz yetersizliğimiz apaçık,
“Kırktan elliye dek demokrasi yoksunuyduk” derdin, geri dönmekti derdin
Bir mucizeyle zaman geri kaydı, yaşasan sayende çok önceden demokrattık!
WAIL! FEZ WEARING TO BE BURIED EARLY!
Dr. Solzhenitsof
If you didn't die, we’d not have given you to earth; if the destiny wasn't so, you wouldn't die instead upsetting the enemies…
If our prayers were accepted, your life would be longer, our inadequacy in praying is obvious,
You’d be wooing "we’re running out of democracy from forties to fifty", you used to say, to be yearning for going back
With a miracle, time slipped backward, shouldn’t we be democrats long ago if you could resurrect…
ÇİÇEKTEN KAR, TİPİDEN NAĞME
Sebo’nun babasını, zayıf ahbaplık zemininde takdirkâr hatırlardı babam
Müşterek anıları yoktu; alaca karanlık, modern kızaklamasında ömrün…
Fakat tipi, yoğunlaşıp da sahte korkutucuların başını çekince iş tamam:
Koca bir hafta, köy yollarında mahsur kalan zankaları anlatırdı üzgün!
In the Street
Two young blue collars were coming along the road from
One of the barracks within the safe area of some building sites.
Or-highly likely- from The Aerodrome
According to one’s nostalgic sensation there-probably-were neither mess
Nor any building that would have been being built.
The twos-the blue colours-were of long height obviously to have not known
The disadvantages of bring tall, and yet their faces too were instead tradition
Of workers not too much alike, although with dark brown complexions away
Setting off nil beards because they have already shaven twice that day.
KALDIRIM ARASI CADDELER
Aşağıdan iki işçi geliyor, şantiye istikametinden; belki hava alanı
Büyük ihtimalle pist yenilenecek, yeni kesinler eski ihtimale inecek
Yolculuk kaygan, akışkan bir tavsiyedir: yerdeki normalini tanı
Geçmişe ait mutluluklar yalansız sayılmaz ama geçen yok, anı tanı
Eğitimsize zor iş, an çok küçük; andan küçüğü yok, rakamsız böcek…
İşçiler uzun boylu ve uzun boyun zararlarından habersiz yaşamakta
Emeğiyle yaşayanlar birbirini andırıyor, Mario’nun babası önyargımız,
Gerçi esmer doğmamış işçiler de esmer, zenciden esmer hatta
İşin püf noktası sinekkaydı tıraş, emekçi bıyığından yana yok kaygımız!
ABBA VITE namely Doctor Solzhenitsof's novel
SERIAL…. THE BACK’S AFTER TOMORROW!!!!!!!! SERIAL…. THE BACK’S AFTER TOMORROW!!!!!!!! SERIAL…. THE BACK’S AFTER TOMORROW!
Continuing from the previous chapters...
Simon hearkens...:
AFTER LIFE MANIFESTO
(TO RUN INTO OURSELVES)
Introduction
Find out what you will experience in the apocalypse,
First, know that the apocalypse is to encounter just yourself,
That means
Be whoever you might, you shall meet with yourself.
Say nothing of surprise nor ordinary feeling in that meeting or rather spider secretion like gum as the tulle plainly rustles, very mixed, and solid…
A deep look at what you’ve already known deeply; The script on shared face is systematically platitude, yet complex a bit
To appreciate once again one’s nothingness that weighs eighty kilos even as miracles that radiates simplicity on the simpleton
Essentially, let’s put aside everything; even thinking is unnecessary, zero likes seeing zero in its self-observation!
All this had been chanted by Humboldt only a moment, but already the two ears of Simon were one on each side of the libretto oozing through windows of the elderly man, forcibly frogmarching the little child to the far, as if there were no other means of communication uncle Humboldt ought to build as a bridge between the people and him. The elderly, singing ballads after the first traumatic waves of an unexpected love, seemed as if pleased about something, and even gave a start to clapping his hands. At that moment the name of the fresh girl with whom old Humboldt has gone to bed made Simon too much impressed and laughed for the elderly-seemingly had not been able to learn the fresh girl’s name- lover couldn’t guess Inez namely the name of hers!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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