#Orhan pamuk

[funeral]

Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red

[thoughtkick]

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Orhan Pamuk

[pepetheking]

[aybuyucusu]

Boş bir ev kadar hüzünlü hissetti kendini.

[quotemadness]

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Orhan Pamuk

[tilbageidanmark]

Yusuf Dikeç: Here come the memes

[tarumarimm]

Birlikte sahaflara gidip kitap alıyorlar, bitpazarına gidip eski plaklar buluyorlar...

Masumiyet Müzesi |Orhan Pamuk

[saireyn]

"İnsanın kim olduğunun ne önemi var derdim, önemli olan yaptıklarımız ve yapacaklarımızdır." - Beyaz Kale, Orhan Pamuk

[siyah-kugu19]

"Seni asla terk etmeyeceğimi biliyorsun..."

Monte Kristo Kontu ~~

[mervanays]

Yüreğimin ne dediğini anlayamadığım için mutsuzum ben.

🫧

[thoughtkick]

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Orhan Pamuk

[smokefalls]

The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don’t even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red (translated by Erdağ M. Göknar)

[nelyastudies]

06.28.2024 / public health rotation 🐝

psychiatrist appointment (again)

girlrotting on the pharmacy waiting room (scored a new high on subway surfer!!!!!)

girlrotting on the fields for ceremony thing

list and pack my stuff for the volunteering project

🎧 - alicia, IU. i just remembered that this game OST exist, has no official releases on any streaming services, none at all, and is fucking awesome. i liked IU's older stuff so much-- those years where her songs are made exclusively to flex her vocal (lost child, good day, you&i). her songs have now calmed down a lot lmao. anyway if ur a fan of IU this is a must listen!!

📖 - my name is red, orhan pamuk. didnt intend to read today but it just arrived on the mail and i read a page out of curiosity and get hooked. opening paragraph of all time.

💧 - 1.5/2 L of mineral water. wow! so close to target

[dk-thrive]

The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don’t even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

— Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red (translated by Erdağ M. Göknar). (Vintage; December 5, 2006)

[austinkleon]

The notebooks of Orhan Pamuk

The novelist's Pamuk's notebooks will be published later this year in Memories of Distant Mountains: Illustrated Notebooks, 2009-2022.

Until the age of 22, Pamuk aspired to be a painter. His forthcoming book, Memories of Distant Mountains, collects images and text from his travel notebooks that capture his sketches and thoughts in Istanbul, Urbino, Mumbai, Goa, Granada, Venice, New York, Paris and Los Angeles.

Here's a presentation which includes slides of his notebooks:

The talk was described in an article about Pamuk and his notebooks, “Plagues and Painting with Words: Glimpses of Orhan Pamuk’s Writing Process.”

For his second talk, in the auditorium of the Nasher Museum of Art at Duke, Pamuk explained the writerly process that rests at the intersection of image and text. The pages of Pamuk’s notebooks contain a running commentary on the labors of writing, as well as intimacies, confessions, and symbolic or poetic codes. They not only trace his travels in Istanbul, Urbino, Mumbai, Goa, Granada, Venice, New York, Paris, Los Angeles, and elsewhere, but also reveal what might be called the topographies of the writer’s mind. A piece of gossip sits next to an epiphany. A statement of nostalgia shares the page with news of publications or a simple accounting of the day’s expenses. That contrast, in which the profound cohabits with the quotidian, reveals the writer in the messiness of life. Pamuk’s notebooks are the calm eye of a storm of creativity. They are itinerary and raw thought, both meditative and marginal. For anyone interested in the inner workings of a brilliant mind, the notebooks are an addicting pleasure that lay bare the wellsprings of Pamuk’s writing. The images contained in his notebooks, which were projected on a large screen during the event, reveal ideas, visions, daily concerns, and snippets of conversation intertwined with vistas and landscapes. At times, the words actually constitute the “view.” As Pamuk writes, “There was a time when words and pictures were one. There was a time, words were pictures and pictures were words.”

[perfectfeelings]

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Orhan Pamuk