#sainger

[yeterinceiyilesmistim]

Bir Miktar Kitap Daha

Orhan Pamuk sever ve takipçisi iseniz bu kitap size bir tekrar gibi de gelebilir, bir özlem giderme gibi de; sevginizin boyutuna göre değişir herhalde, benim için olmasa da olur bir tekrar oldu. Ama Orhan Pamuk'la henüz tanışmadıysanız kitaplarından bölümlerin yer alıyor olmasıyla başlangıç kitabı olarak değerlendirebilirsiniz.

Kronolojik olarak yaptığı filmleri anlatmış ve filmleri çekerken yaşadığı dikkat çekici olayları, ünlülerle ilgili fikirleri ve anıları. Bunları yaparken de ne mutlu ki politik doğruculuk illetinden uzak durmuş, hoş o zamanlar kavram icat edilmemişti. Kitabın özeti ne derseniz millet olarak filmlerimizin kötü olduğudur. "Şimdi o filmi tekrar izledim de beğenmedim, kötü olmuş" cümlesini neredeyse her filmi için kurmuş. Bir de ne kadar çok hikaye ve senaryo sıkıntısı çektiğimiz, bol bol yurt dışında tutmuş şeyleri çalıp çalıp film yapmaya çalışmışız. Ha ayrıca sinemamızın efsane starlarının keşfedilme hikayelerinin de minik minik parçaları, özellikle Fatma Girik ve Kemal Sunal hakkında bilgiler mevcut. Bu tarz kitaplar daha çok olmalı ülkemizde, bir şekilde önemli işler yapmış insanlar açık yüreklilikle yazmalılar anılarını.

Bir jenerasyonun kutsal kitabı ama kesinlikle bizim kuşağın değil. Yazar o güne kadar yapılmamış bir şey yaparak gündelik konuşma diliyle, sokak ağzıyla, bolca argoyla yeni bir türün kapılarını aralamış, buradan yeraltı edebiyatına kadar gitmiş olay ama bu tarz edebiyatın içine doğan nesil için bu kitabın pek bir şey ifade edeceğini sanmıyorum, en azından benim için öyle oldu. Tabi kahramanımızın ölen kız kardeşinden bahsettiği bölümler içimi bir cız ettirmedi değil.

Nietzsche dışındakileri tanımıyordum ama Zweig'in biyografilerini okumak için kişileri tanımaya hiç gerek yok, edebi bir haz almak için bir roman okurcasına gayet de okunuyor ve bir biyografi nasıl da olabiliyor, nasıl daha güzel olabiliyor bunu gösteriyor. Zweig yazdığı kişileri adeta özümseyip, bir süre onlar olup, onların hayatlarını içinde yaşayıp öyle yazıyor, bundandır ki şu tarihte doğdu, şu okula gitti, anne babası bunlardı gibi şeyleri bırakıp o kişilerin ruhlarını görüyorsunuz, hislerini duyuyorsunuz, kafalarının içine girip ne düşündüğünü anlıyorsunuz. Bu arada Hölderlin ve Kleist'i tanımıyorum dedim ama Almanya'nın iki büyük şairleriymiş.

[jamiededes]

A Rare Glimpse Into the Life and Work of J.D. Salinger; celebrating the 100th anniversary of his birth

A Rare Glimpse Into the Life and Work of J.D. Salinger; celebrating the 100th anniversary of his birth

J. D. Salinger at his writing. Courtesy of The New York Public Library

“I am a professional short-story writer and novelist. I write fiction and only fiction. For more than thirty years, I have lived and done my work in rural New Hampshire. I was married here and my two children were raised here. . . . I have been writing fiction rather passionately, singlemindedly, perhaps insatiably, since I…

[unworthy-stars]

Formaggio- HFH North Italy Week 2k17

This is my forst submission for the North Italy week hosted by the @hetaliafandomhub​ . I had said this earlier to Hub Epsilon and Pi that I dedicate this to the Hub Gods because they deserve it to the full.

We love you.

This is the prompt for day no. 2: Photography with optional AU Gakuen Hetalia.

This is Formaggio

"Say 'formaggio', fratello mio!" Italy Veneziano held the old camera in front of his face.

Italy Romano sighed but said the familiar word trying to pull a smile. After the staggering flash hit Italy Romano right in his eyes he continued to sew the oair of trousers he worked on for the 'Home Economy' class. They turned out to be more stylish than expected.

"So, fratello, have you decided about last semester's project?" Veneziano asked with a bright smile on his shiny face.

"I'll probably do something in my orbit, like a dissertation on Westerner's policy or perhaps about the importance of the first production section in our lives. What I must worry about now is the club's presentation. There's not enough time to teach the other goofs how to dance the tarantella!"

"Ugh...I'm sure you'll do great! After all you guys are excellent dancers!" Veneziano smiled.

"It will settle itself somehow...grazie mille fratello!" he placed his HB pencil on top of his ear and looked his prompts.

"La tua felicità è la mia felicità!" he kissed Romano's tanned cheek, grabbed his camera and ran outside their dormitory.

Italy checked the photo he had shot previously. His brother was really good-looking and his beauty was perfectly refelected by the device. The sunlight fell on Romano's brunet hair making it look shiny, unlike his grumpy expression. He was about to finish his assigned homework and he wished to be left alone, something Veneziano didn't grant. The photo was interesting by the sewing macchine's presence too. An old Sainger was considered to be a wonderful antique.

As he was walking inside World Academy W, he came across a pretty familiar sight; China feeding a cute panda bamboo leaves. China wasn't in the same class as North Italy, but he was a close friend from the Asian class. China noticed him too and smiled. His slanted eyes made his cheekbones almost touch his thin eyebrows.

"Nǐ hǎo Yìdàlì! Nǐ hǎo ma?" he waved at him.

North Italy walked to his peer's side and sat next to him "I wanted to ask you if I could take a picture of you and your adorable panda!"

"Of course and you can! Why did you even ask? Japan always takes shots of me and I myself can't count how many 'selfies' I have shot! Go on!" he embraced the oanda and with a childish smile he looked at the flashing light.

"Grazie mille Cina! I really appreciate it!" he let the camera hang on his neck "What theme have you chosen about your project?"

"Endangered species! I know it is common but I really want to sentisise people about it!" he was always so cheerful.

"That's really cool!" he suddenly saw France pass by the nearest corridor "If you can excuse me..."

North Italy ran to catch up with his colleague. Fortunately France was really recognisable. He wore diverse clothes, yet always in fashion, and his golden locks never were out of perfect condition.

"France! Wait!" he exclaimed hooked on France's shoulders.

"Huh? Italie! Didn't expect to see you before class!" he tried to make N. Italy relax "What's all the fuss? Big brother is here to help!" he caressed his brown, towards red, hair.

"I just wanted to take a picture of you!" Italy smiled and showed France his camera.

"Is it for the Newspaper Club? Not that I mind if you keep it private..." he scratched the back of his neck "You can always take pictures of me. J-just wait for the next break- right now I have a really important meeting to attend. It concerns the Gourmet Club!"

North Italy wouldn't miss the opportunity to interview the holly trio of cuisine even if the end of the world occured. Moreover he needed Turkey's photo too and seeing two beautiful countries together was the chance of a lifetime.

He decided to secretly follow France to their meeting point. Apparently Turkey was always waiting for the other members. He was known for his punctuality, as a sideffect of his perfectionist ideology.

France greeted his friend by kissing both of his cheeks, a common European way of greeting. Turkey responded right away and started to chat with the other club member.

N. Italy took a photo quickly and ran away trying to remain unnoticed. Giggling he hid behind the trash bin, which was located two corridors away. He checked the picture; they looked lovely as always.

"Hello," said a quiet soft voice.

Veneziano turned around. A familiar, yet unrecognisable, country had approached him. He was experiencing something like a deja vu.

"You must be Canada, America's brother!" N. Italy remembered.

"Oh yes I am...have you seen my glasses?" he asked kindly.

"I've just arrived here, but I'm more than eager to hel- they are in your cardigan's top pocket!" he touched them.

"Oh mon Dieu! Thank you...I am really silly!" he wore them again and showed Veneziano his teeth, smiling.

Italy took a photo of Canada smiling. The flash hit Canada right in the eyes so he closed them immediately.

"What was that for?" Canada pushed his glasses closer to his forehead.

"Surprise!" he exclaimed and ran away again.

Veneziano moved to the toilets. Almost no one entered but lots rpefered to hang out outside them. That particular day Russia was eating his lunch resting his back on the wall outside the boys' bathroom.

"Ciao!" Italy waved at him bravely.

Russia noticed the Italian and waved back "Privet! Want some pirozhki?" he showed the opened lunch box.

"No grazie, I have already eaten!" he sat by him.

Russia curled up and brought the lunch box next to his crooked nose. Russia, despite his large size (or even because of it) felt quite insecure around his peers. Nevertheless he was considered to be very sociable when forced to socialise.

"Could you please say 'formaggio' and smile for the camera?"

"I suppose so...why do you want a picture of me Italy/" he lifted his head.

Italy pressed to button and five seconds after the click sound the flash gave lightness to Russia's round head. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes after.

"Because you are pretty!" Italy smiled once again with his always-closed eyes.

"Oh..."Russia flushed brightly "Spasibo! I feel flatterned!"

"You're welcome! And your food looks tasty!" he stood up and moved to his next encounter, at the wall of the girls' bathroom, Belarus.

Belarus wasn't particularly clingy to her brother that day, given that she would normally be at her brother's side. However that day she was almost three metres away by her own will.

Italy approached the young lass. He lowered his position and looked her in the eyes.

"Want to see it?" Italy took off his camera, which was hung on his cheek and presented it to his classmate.

Belarus grasped the device. She checked all its sides and proceeded on checking the image gallery. She squeeled at the sight of her beloved brother's picture however she quickly scrolled to right and saw the other countries' pictures. She laughed. She actuslly laughed.

"May I have a picture of you?" Italy asked.

"Of course!" she said still laughing.

This was Veneziano's favourite picture. He greeted the maiden again and walked to his friends' dormitories.

N. Italy was well-known to have been hanging out with Germany and Japan. They together formed the Newspaper Club which was created to inform all World Academy W students about current events, achievements and interviews.

On his way back though he entered the art room. He loved art and he was really good at it, especially at painting according to Reinessance's movements. In the art room he came across two recognisable figures, America and Greece.

"...and this happened before Jesus?" said America surprised.

'Well...yes! And many more...but I like this one in particular!" he pointed at a marble statue.

"Dude, I remember bringing one of those to the surface! They are really cool! Literally your ground is precious!" America claimed.

"I suppose so...it was all my mother's..." he snorred.

Italy took a picture of them looking at the magnificent statue and walked on the tip of his toes back to the exit. He didn't want to interrupt such an intellectual converstation. And he was afraid that he would be carried away by it too.

Thus he went quickly to Germany's bedroom and stopped his research there.

~*~

Dancing, awarding, explosions and Johan Strauss II could be mixed only in a World Academy W school year ending presentation! All the colours, the fragancies and the unbelievable sights were all gathered in the school gymnasium where all projects could be seen and all club presentation took place.

"Did you see Russia's project?" said England.

"Yes I did actually! It was exciting! I didn't know about all these musicians!" Hungary replied.

"How could you have not known? They are quite famous! Just...not for being Russian." Austria added.

"Since our projects are finished, we don't have to see them again right? We could just- oh my glob! Merlin's beards, is this me?" England moved quickly to the white wall.

No one had noticed before but the wall was covered by photos of each student of the Academy. England's specifically was taken when he was serving tea to Liechtenstein and Monaco. All of them looked really fancy and elegant.

Ameica's and Greece's photo was standing next to England's but it was surrounded by a mysterious aura like they were performing something mystic the moment the picture was taken. But what secretive could they do in the art room?

Belarus's, Russia's, Romano's, Switzerland's, Seychelles', Taiwan's, India's, South Africa's, Nigeria's, Brazil's, Peru's. Everyone's photo was taken and placed on the white dull wall of the gymnasium. It filled the room with awe and happiness.

Hungary had never seen Austria play chess, but the photo captured the moment perfectly. Neither had Belgium ever seen Sweden play with Sealand. Nor Moldova had ever seen Australia with his koalas taking a selfie with New Zealand holding a kiwi.

North Italy

Project Theme: Difference Notes:  La tua felicità è la mia felicità

The End

[tamsavage]

I want to save you B U T I' M N O T G O D I want to heal you but I realize T H A T' S N O T M Y J O B Look @samohtmusic just laid me out with this message #saingers #goodmusic #goodvibes #message #samohtmusic #cantsaveeverybody #notyourjob (at Atlanta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzZWjHbBra2/?igshid=15izzaslo4kkd

[cphactualite]

Haïti - Santé : Menace de grève dans le secteur de la santé

Haïti – Santé : Menace de grève dans le secteur de la santé

Menace de grève dans le secteur de la santé :La Fédération Nationale des Travailleurs de la Santé (FENATRAS) menace d’observer arrêt de travail à partir du 12 Juin, si l’ajustement salarial promis par les autorités n’est pas mis en application d’ici la fin du mois de mai. Ronald Sainger, le Directeur de la Communication du Ministère de la Santé, confirme que la Commission présidentielle chargée…

[garcipnf]

Y si me hundo que al menos sea en el fondo.

Crema

[missfrannyglass]

literature meme ∙ [2/?] characters ∙ buddy glass (raise high the roof beam, carpenters/ seymour :an introduction)

"I'm anything but a short-story writer where my brother is concerned. What I am, I think, is a thesaurus of unattached prefatory remarks about him. I believe I essentially remain what I've almost always been - a narrator, but one with extremely pressing personal needs. I want to introduce, I want to describe, I want to distribute mementos, amulets, I want to break out my wallet and pass around snapshots, I want to follow my nose. In this mood, I don't dare go anywhere near the short-story form it eats up fat little unattached writers like me whole."

[dreammason]

Chrissie Hynde and Nick Kent. Before the Pretenders and before old Nick got completely strung out.

[jolis-reves-blog]

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "fuck you" right under your nose. Try it sometime. I think even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'll say "fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.

J.D. Salinger