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BE SUCH A MAN

imran_21 — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:40:21 GMT

BE SUCH A MAN

BE SUCH A MAN AND LIVE SUCH A LIFE. COZ IF EVERY MAN WERE SUCH AS YOU AND EVERY LIFE A LIFE LIKE YOURS, THIS EARTH WOULD BE GOD'S PARADISE."

Political Correctness for Students

imran_21 — Thu, 29 May 2008 10:04:30 GMT

Political Correctness for Students

No one fails a class anymore, he's merely"passing impaired."

You don't have detention, you're just one of the " exit delayed."

Your bedroom isn't cluttered, it's just "passage restrictive."

These days, a student isn't lazy. He's "energetically declined."

Your locker isn't overflowing with junk, it's just "closure prohibitive."

Kids don't get grounded anymore. They merely hit "social speed bumps."

Your homework isn't missing, it's just having an "out-of-notebook experience."

You're not sleeping in class, you're "rationing consciousness."

You're not late, you just have a "rescheduled arrival time."

You're not having a bad hair day, you're suffering from "rebellious follicle syndrome."

You don't have smelly gym socks, you have "odor-retentive athletic footwear."

No one's tall anymore. He's "vertically enhanced."

You're not shy. You're " conversationally selective."

You don't talk a lot. You're " abudantly verbal."

You weren't passing notes in class. You were "participating in the discreet exchange of penned meditations."

You're not being sent to the principals office. You're "going on a mandatory field trip to the administrative building."

It's not called gossip anymore. It's "the speedy transmission of near-factual information."

The food at the school cafeteria isn't awful. It's "digestively challenged."

THANKS...

imran_21 — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 22:25:28 GMT

THANKS...

THANKS FOR HIGH LOOKING TO MY BLOG.THIS MAKE ME SO HAPPY...

THANKS FOR ENGLISH BABY'S FOLK!

imran_21 — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 14:29:08 GMT

THANKS FOR ENGLISH BABY'S FOLK!

THANK EVERY PERSON IN ENGLISH BABY!I AM HAPPY FOR HAVE BEN HERE.I LOVE YOU ALL FOLKS İN HERE:)

FOR YOU...

imran_21 — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:34:03 GMT

FOR YOU...

FOR YOU

For you, my fellow humans,

Everything is for you,

Nights are for you, days are for you;

Daylight is for you, moonlight is for you;

Leaves in the moonlight;

Wonder and wisdom in the leaves,

Myriad greens in daylight,

Yellow is for you, and pink.

The feel of the skin on the palm,

Its warmth,

Its softness,

The comfort of lying down;

For you are all the greetings

And the masts winnowing in the harbor;

Names of the days,

Names of the months,

Fresh paint on rowboats is for you,

Mailman's feet,

Potter's hands

Sweat on foreheads,

Bullets fired on battlefronts;

Graves are for you and tombstones,

Jails and handcuffs and death sentences

Are for you.

Everything is for you.

I CAN'T EXPLAIN

imran_21 — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:24:41 GMT

I CAN'T EXPLAIN

If I cried, could you hear

My voice in my poems,

Could you touch my tears

With your hands?

Before I fell prey to this grief,

I never knew songs were so enchanting

And words so mild.

I know there's a place

Where you can talk about everything;

I feel I'm close to that place,

Yet I can't explain

THE LAST BUS

imran_21 — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:22:16 GMT

THE LAST BUS

THE LAST BUS

Midnight. The last bus.
The conductor cuts the ticket.
Neither a bad news is waiting for me at home,
           nor a feast of raki.
For me, it's departure that waits.
I walk towards it without fear
                                    and sadness.

The great dark comes very near by me.
I can look at the world
                          calmly and at ease, now.
No longer surprises me a friend's treachery,
                                     a knife stabbed in a handshake.
It's in vain, the enemy can't provoke me now.
I passed through the forest of idols
                     using my axe
               how easily they all came down.
I tested the things I believe in, once more,
               most of them turned out pure, I'm thankful.
I had never shone so brilliantly,
                         never been so free.

The great dark comes very near by me.
I can look at the world
                           calmly and at ease, now.
I raise my head from my work to look around,
suddenly comes from the past
                                     a word
                                     a smell
                                     the gesture of a hand.

The word is friendly,
      the smell beautiful,
                  the hand is waved by my love.
The call of memory no longer makes me sad.
I have no complaints of memories.
I don't complain of anything, in fact,
not even of my heart
                     aching nonstop like a big tooth.

The great dark comes very near by me.
Now neither the minister's pride nor the clerk's claptrap.
I'm pouring bowls of light over my head,
I can look at the sun without my eyes dazzling.
And perhaps, what a pity,
                the most cunning lie
                        will no longer deceive me.
Words can't make me drunk anymore,
neither anyone else's, nor my own.

That's how it is, my rose,
death now is awfully close to me.
The world, is more beautiful than ever, the world.
The world, was my underwear, my clothes,
                     I started undressing.
I was the window of a train,
                     now I'm a station.
I was the inside of the house,
                     now I'm its door unlocked.
I love the guests twice as much.
And the heat is yellower than ever
                      the snow purer than ever.

                                                             Prague, 21 July 1957

on

imran_21 — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 18:12:37 GMT

on

ON LIVING

1

Living is no laughing matter :
you must live with great seriousness
                           like a squirrel, for example -
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
                           I mean living must be your whole occupation.

Living is no laughing matter :
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
                     your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory ölebileceksin,
    in your white coat and safety glasses,
    you can die for people -
     even for people whose faces you have never seen,
     even though you know living
     is the most real, the most beautiful thing.

I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees -
and not for your children, either
but because although you fear death you don't believe it,
                     because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

                                                                                     1947

2
Let's say we are seriously ill, need surgery -
which is to say we might not get up
s no laughing matter :
you must live with great seriousness
                   like a squirrel, for example -
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
                  I mean living must be your whole occupation.

Living is no laughing matter :
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
                                               your back to the wall,

or else in a laboratory
    in your white coat and safety glasses,
     you can die for people -
     even for people whose faces you have never seen,
     even though you know living
     is the most real, the most beautiful thing.

I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees -
    and not for your children, either
    but because although you fear death you don't believe it,
                           because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE...

imran_21 — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 16:58:24 GMT

TO BE OR NOT TO BE...

I THİNK THİS SAYİNG FİTS LOVE: TO BE OR NOT TO BE.I WANT TO BE:)

Hİ EVERYBODY...

imran_21 — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 09:18:43 GMT

Hİ EVERYBODY...

Hİ MY NAMES İMRAN.I AM FROM TURKEY.I WANT TO MAKE FRİENDS FROM EVERYWHERE OF THE WORLD.I LİKE HONESTY AND TRUE TALKİNGS.

İF YOU DONT BELİEVE ABOUT REAL LOVE İN THİS MECHANİCAL TİME DONT BE SAD! I AM HERE:)I AM THE LAST SEMBOLİST OF THE REAL LOVE.

I AM WAİTİNG HONEST PEOPLE...

Hİ!

imran_21 — Tue, 22 Jan 2008 20:43:34 GMT

Hİ!

Hİ EVERYBODY!

MY NAME'S İMRAN. I AM FROM TURKEY.I AM A LANGUAGE THEACHER İN A COLLAGE.I WANT TO MAKE FRİENDS FROM EVERYWHERE İN THE WORLD.I BELİEVE REAL MATURITY İN MANKİNDS HEARTS.

İF YOU WANT REAL MATURİTY CONTACT WİTH ME.I AM WİLL BE PLEASED...