17 Aralık 2015 Perşembe
albee.
"...You fight, you miserable
bastard; fight for that bench; fight for your parakeets; fight for
your cats; fight for your two daughters; fight for your wife;
fight for your manhood, you pathetic little vegetable..."
" ... I don't know what I was thinking about; of course you don't understand.... I don't live in your block; I'm not married to two parakeets, or whatever your set-up is. I am a permanent transient, and my home is the sickening rooming-houses on the West Side of New York City, which is the greatest city In the world. Amen."
"... it's just that if you can't deal with people, you have to make a start somewhere. WITH ANIMALS ! [Much faster now, and like a conspirator] Don't you see.? A person has to have some way of dealing with SOMETHING. If not with people ... SOMETHING. With a bed, with a cockroach, with a mirror ... no, that's too hard, that's one of the last steps. With a cockroach, with a ... with a ... with a carpet, a roll of toilet paper ... no, not that, either ... that's a mirror, too; always check bleeding. You see how hard it is to find things ? With a street corner, and too many lights, all colours reflecting on the oily-wet streets ... with a wisp of smoke, a wisp ... of smoke ... with ... with porno. graphic playing cards, with a strong-box . . . WITHOUT A LOCK ... with love, with vomiting, with crying, with fury because the pretty little ladies aren't pretty little ladies, with making money with your body which is an act of love and I could prove it, with howling because you're alive; with God. How about that? WITH GOD WHO IS A COLOURED QUEEN WHO WEARS A KIMONO AND PLUCKS HIS EYEBROWS ! WHO IS A WOMAN WHO CRIES WITH DETERMINATION BEHIND HER CLOSED DOOR ... with God who, I'm told, turned his back on the whole thing some time ago ... with ... some day, with people. ... People. With an idea; a concept. And where better, where ever better in this humiliating excuse for a jail, where better to communicate one single, simple-minded idea than in an entrance hall? Where? It would be A START! Where better to make a beginning ... to understand and just possibly be understood ... a beginning of an understanding, than with ... ... ... than with A DOG. Just that; a dog."
"... Whenever the dog and I see each other we both stop where we are. We regard each other with a mixture of sadness and suspicion, and then we feign indifference. We walk past each other safely; we have an understanding. It's very sad, but you'll have to admit that it is an understanding. We had made many attempts at contact, and we had failed. The dog has returned to garbage, and I to solitary but free passage. I have not returned. I mean to say, I have gained solitary free passage, if that much further loss can be said to be gain. I have learned that neither kindness nor cruelty by themselves, independent of each other, creates any effect beyond themselves; and I have learned that the two combined, together, at the same time, are the teaching emotion. And what is gained is loss. And what has been the result: the dog and I have attained a compromise; more of a bargain, really. We neither love nor hurt because we do not try to reach each other. And, was trying to feed the dog an act of love? And, perhaps, was the dog's attempt to bite me not an act of love? If we can so misunderstand, well then, why have we invented the word love in the first place ?"
"... what I wanted to get at is the value difference between pornographic playing cards when you're a kid, and pornographic playing cards when you're older. It's that when you're a kid you use the cards as a substitute for a real experience, and when you're older you use real experience as a substitute for the fantasy. ..."
The Zoo Story - Edward Albee
" ... I don't know what I was thinking about; of course you don't understand.... I don't live in your block; I'm not married to two parakeets, or whatever your set-up is. I am a permanent transient, and my home is the sickening rooming-houses on the West Side of New York City, which is the greatest city In the world. Amen."
"... it's just that if you can't deal with people, you have to make a start somewhere. WITH ANIMALS ! [Much faster now, and like a conspirator] Don't you see.? A person has to have some way of dealing with SOMETHING. If not with people ... SOMETHING. With a bed, with a cockroach, with a mirror ... no, that's too hard, that's one of the last steps. With a cockroach, with a ... with a ... with a carpet, a roll of toilet paper ... no, not that, either ... that's a mirror, too; always check bleeding. You see how hard it is to find things ? With a street corner, and too many lights, all colours reflecting on the oily-wet streets ... with a wisp of smoke, a wisp ... of smoke ... with ... with porno. graphic playing cards, with a strong-box . . . WITHOUT A LOCK ... with love, with vomiting, with crying, with fury because the pretty little ladies aren't pretty little ladies, with making money with your body which is an act of love and I could prove it, with howling because you're alive; with God. How about that? WITH GOD WHO IS A COLOURED QUEEN WHO WEARS A KIMONO AND PLUCKS HIS EYEBROWS ! WHO IS A WOMAN WHO CRIES WITH DETERMINATION BEHIND HER CLOSED DOOR ... with God who, I'm told, turned his back on the whole thing some time ago ... with ... some day, with people. ... People. With an idea; a concept. And where better, where ever better in this humiliating excuse for a jail, where better to communicate one single, simple-minded idea than in an entrance hall? Where? It would be A START! Where better to make a beginning ... to understand and just possibly be understood ... a beginning of an understanding, than with ... ... ... than with A DOG. Just that; a dog."
"... Whenever the dog and I see each other we both stop where we are. We regard each other with a mixture of sadness and suspicion, and then we feign indifference. We walk past each other safely; we have an understanding. It's very sad, but you'll have to admit that it is an understanding. We had made many attempts at contact, and we had failed. The dog has returned to garbage, and I to solitary but free passage. I have not returned. I mean to say, I have gained solitary free passage, if that much further loss can be said to be gain. I have learned that neither kindness nor cruelty by themselves, independent of each other, creates any effect beyond themselves; and I have learned that the two combined, together, at the same time, are the teaching emotion. And what is gained is loss. And what has been the result: the dog and I have attained a compromise; more of a bargain, really. We neither love nor hurt because we do not try to reach each other. And, was trying to feed the dog an act of love? And, perhaps, was the dog's attempt to bite me not an act of love? If we can so misunderstand, well then, why have we invented the word love in the first place ?"
"... what I wanted to get at is the value difference between pornographic playing cards when you're a kid, and pornographic playing cards when you're older. It's that when you're a kid you use the cards as a substitute for a real experience, and when you're older you use real experience as a substitute for the fantasy. ..."
The Zoo Story - Edward Albee
6 Aralık 2015 Pazar
morrison.
"... Balık kokusu eskiden bu taraflarda o kadar da kötü bir şey değildi. Tıpkı bataklığın ve ayakyolunun ağır kokusu gibi, o da duyulara bir farklılık katıyordu, hepsi bu. Ama altmışlarda bir sorun haline geldi. Yeni bir dişi kuşağı, elbiselerine, iştahlarına ve romantizm anlayışlarına sinen kokudan yakınmaya başladı. Bu tam da, dünyanın burnun salt parfüm koklamak için yaratıldığına karar verdiği dönemdi. ..."
"... Nefret kendinden başka her şeyi yakıp yıkar; böylece çektiğin acının nedeni ne olursa olsun, yüzün tıpkı düşmanının yüzüne benzer. ..."
"İnsanları anlamak zordur. Elindeki tek ipucu, yapıp ettikleridir."
Aşk - Toni Morrison
"... Nefret kendinden başka her şeyi yakıp yıkar; böylece çektiğin acının nedeni ne olursa olsun, yüzün tıpkı düşmanının yüzüne benzer. ..."
"İnsanları anlamak zordur. Elindeki tek ipucu, yapıp ettikleridir."
Aşk - Toni Morrison
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