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Materialism and Narcissism: Oscar Wilde – The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891)

oiktozlu: Bilge Şen

“You have a marvelously beautiful face, Mr. Gray. Don’t frown. Beauty is a kind of genius, even greater than genius, because it needs no explanation. Beauty is one of the sublime phenomena of the earth, like sunlight, like springtime, like the reflection of that silver shell we call the moon in the dark waters. Its greatness cannot be questioned. Sovereignty is its divine right. She bestows princedoms on those who possess her. Smiling, huh? Well, you won’t smile when you lose your beauty” Devamını Oku…

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Alev Şahin – Secret

oiktozlu: Alev Şahin

>oiktozian: Alev Şahin
Title of The Work: Secret
Original Title: Sır

She had been sitting in her adobe house at the foot of the mountain for an hour with one hand clenched into a fist, almost motionless, when there was a knock on the garden gate. She supported herself on the sofa with her clenched fist and got up softly from her seat, holding her crippled leg with the other hand. In spite of the summer day, the coolness in the house caressed her face, and the smell of the summer’s share of the molds that would return in winter permeated her. She tidied her headscarf. She went to the outer door and tried to see beyond the garden gate with her eyes that could not see very well. Devamını Oku…

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Yağmur Mavi Şen – Hope Tires

oiktozlu: Yağmur Mavi Şen

>oiktozlu: Yağmur Mavi Şen
Title of The Work: Hope Tires
Original Title: Umut Yorar

She was thinking that another day would end when the sky was decorated with seagulls, painted in the color of sunset, and the street musician played his violin. She asked the waiter for another cup of tea as she placed her red-bound notebook on the table in her bag. The music that the café had turned on to drown out the hum of people added to the chaos. As she lit her cigarette, the waiter put the warm tea on the table. Although he drank the tea without sugar, he tapped his teaspoon on the edge of the cup. With the tinkling sound it made, he rebelled against the silence on the table and became a part of the hum. Devamını Oku…

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Hande Kavgacı – Ritual

oiktozlu: Hande Kavgacı

>oiktozian: Hande Kavgacı
Title of The Work: Ritual
Original Title: Ritüel

First thing every morning you look at the window to see if they have arrived. When you see them waiting for you, you take a deep “Oh” and immediately start taking roll call. Variegated pigeons at the front, hazel-eyed doves on the ledge on the side of the balcony and a black crow on the lamppost just behind them. Everyone is exactly where they should be for the 8.00 am meeting. Devamını Oku…

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