a: allergy,albero del pere, b: bang, c: coffee, d: dirty, DREAL, dave mckean, e: endless, f: feel, g: golly!, h: huseyin avni dede, i: infect, j: jungle, k: kaleidoscope, l: lies, m: moonlight, n: noise, o: outcry, p: pause, r: rembetika, rain s: smoke, soft, t: tom robbins, u: unaided, user, v: vague, vincent, violin w: water, y: yearn, z: zero :)
I'd like to meet:
DEI PROFUNDUS CLAMO ADITE DOMINE!
Music:
BEATLES, PINK FLOYD, frank zappa, DEEP PURPLE, led zepplin, the doors, david bowie, queen, SOPOR AETERNUS, smashing pumpkins, JOAN JETT, MOTORHEAD, OOMPH!, KAGEROU, wendy o. williams - plasmatics, r.e.m., pearl jam, rage against the machine, metallica, manowar, amon amarth, empyrium, on thorns i lay, shellyz raven, therapy, STEEL DRAGON ;), after forever, epica, tom waits, lou reed, buddy guy, dave hole, edgar winter, yavuz cetin, jeff healey band, john mayall, duke ellington, aziza mustafa zadeh, ayse tutuncu, art tatum, john butcher, lucky peterson, magic slim, little charlie and black cats, w.c. clarck, jerry ricks, a perfect circle, tool, opeth (but just damnation), kittie, korn, some placebo songs, drowning pool, blind melon, blind guardian, flowing tears, haggard, anathema, katatonia, APOCALYPTICA, therapy,IN EXTREMO, seyyan hanim, ac/dc, guns n' roses, t-rex, NANA MOUSKOURI!, beethoven,ROZA ESKANAZI (ALL REBETIKO SONGS) , louis armstrong, my chemical romance, cem adrian, muammer ketencoglu, charles aznavour, sarah vaughan, joan baez, ella fitzgerald, andy prett, brian eno, celtic greats, mavi sakal, bulutsuzluk ozlemi, bob dylan, trockya blues, green day, baba zula, ozzy,neil young, black sabbath, helloween, TIE DYE KITTIE, ÖZLEM SU, istanbul blues kumpanyasi!, charlie haden, johann strauss, inti illimanni, beethoven, VIOLINS IN VENEZUELA, pat metheny, steve harley, cake, yildiz ibrahimova, HELLDORADO, tulay german, edith piaf, Les Choristes, georges bizet,......................................................
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Movies:
big fish, BEETLEJUICE, :)), "SAW", edward scissorhands, full metal jacket, from hell, the god city, the nightmare before christmas, finding neverland, velvet goldmine, ALBERO DEL PERE, hababam sinifi, requiem for a dream, i am sam, the crow, lon, the shining, finding nemo, ucurtmayi vurmasinlar, sleepy hollow, GARAGE OLIMPO, clockwork orange, life is beautiful, duvar, schindler's list, Gandhi, pirates of the caribbean, rockstar, G.O.R.A. :), Shrek, time of the gypsies, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, black cat-white cat, ring (1), hide and seek, gothika, butterfly effect, donnie darko, x-files, blair witch, lorenzo's oil, vodka lemon, fame, crash, the sixth sense, back to the future... and AGIR ROMAN...
Television:
brainiac (discovery channel)-
pimp my ride (mtv)-
biri bana anlatsin (ntv)-
avrupa yakasi (atv)-
Books:
TOM ROBBINS: another roadside acctraction, still life with woodpecker, jitterbug perfume, skinny legs and all, half asleep in frog pajamas...NEIL GEIMAN: sandman, american gods...ROGER ZELAZNY : lord of light, the amber corporation...GUNTER GRASS : tin drum...YASAR KEMAL: ince memed series, cakircali efe and firat suyun kan akiyor baksana...all NAZIM HIKMET RAN poems and novels...SHEAKESPEARE: coriolanus, the sonnets...
FYODOR DOVSTOYEVSKIi: crime and punishment...HUSEYIN AVNI DEDE: keman calan oluler...EDGAR ALLEN POE poems and novels...KNUT HAMSUN: the hungerPAULO COELHO : the manual of thew arrior of light, the alchemist, veronika decides to die...and all PANAIT ISTRATI novels...SOLMAZ KAMURAN: kiraze...MICHAEL ENDE: die unendiche getchichte, das gefangnis der freiheit...The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe.........................................................
.....................At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps! - and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!O, lady bright! can it be right -
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop -
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully - so fearfully -
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold -
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals -
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone -
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
Heroes:
The Ravenby Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
..'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ..tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
..'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
..Sir,' said I, ..or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, ..Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ..Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
..Surely,' said I, ..surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
..Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, ..art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, ..Nevermore.'Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as ..Nevermore.'But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered ..Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, ..Nevermore.'Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
..Doubtless,' said I, ..what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking ..Nevermore.'This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
..Wretch,' I cried, ..thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, ..Nevermore.'..Prophet!' said I, ..thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, ..Nevermore.'..Prophet!' said I, ..thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, ..Nevermore.'..Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
..Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, ..Nevermore.'And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
