Handewa

“...it was amazing, wasn't it, how bad you could hurt when there was nothing physically wrong.”
― Stephen King, Cujo

“Each thinking mind is a political mind.”
― Zaman Ali, HUMANITY Understanding Reality and Inquiring Good

“I don't know how to speak anymore. And with whom?

I never found a soulmate. No one was a dream. They left me with open dreams, with my central wound wide open, with my heart torn. I mourn myself; this is my right. And yet I look down on those who take no interest in me. My only desire has been.

I will not say it. Even I, or especially I, betray myself. Like a nursing boy, my soul has been soothed. I don't know how to speak anymore. I can't speak anymore. I have taken apart, what they never gave me, which was all I had. And it is death again. It closes in on me, it is my only horizon. No one resembles my dream. I have felt love and they mistreated it, yes, me, I who never loved. The deepest love will disappear forever. What can we love that isn't a shadow? The sacred dreams of childhood have already died, and with them, those of nature, which loved me.”
― Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

“Öfke içinde büyüyoruz.Oturduğumuz semte,sokağa,odalara,eşyalara,kış aylarında güçlükle ısıttığımız,eskimiş,ortası çukur pamuk yataklara öfke duyarak büyüyoruz.Yaşam yalnızca sokaklarda.Bir canlılık var sokaklarda.Güzel olan,gerçek olan,kentin insanları,kalabalık,dış dünya.Dış dünyanın insanın kulaklarına varan uğultusu.Diğer ülkeleri aşan,batıda bir okyanusa,doğuda bir başka okyanusa varan uğultu.”
― Tezer Özlü, Çocukluğun Soğuk Geceleri