🍂🏚️🪪 Haymatlos 🍂🏚️🪪
Rises the moon afull
Blows the wind agentle
Smirks the foreign door agrin
Foreign door is the door to slavery
Man becomes aslave! Man becomes aslave!
Rises the moon acrescent
Rises the day arevolt
Collapses down the foreign door agrin
Foreign door is the door to slavery
Man becomes afree! Man becomes afree!
Filed under Çeviri, Robot şarkı, Şey
We Mürselekian
Mürselekian women
Through every night we
Tobacco we line up
Our suffering on a rope we
Line up darkness
Darkness above..
Uproot we uproot
Through every day we
Every night we
Burn coal we
Burn darkness we
Burn darkness above..
Our trees are frightened
Frightened of the night
We are not above..
Come now my dear
My love my dear
Friend my dear
We Mürselekian
Mürselekian women
We do live too
Live too above..
Go be a bride we
Set up houses
Houses above..
Burns Ali Yüce
Burns he hears
Hears above..
Burns Ali Yüce burns…
Published in Turkish in the e-book compilation Brave New Media (April 2011) by Alternative Informatics Association
Camera had long been deemed as marking a secure and obscene enthusiasm that’s inclined to interesting sights. War photographer journalists whose occupations were deemed sacred were a more specific party exempted from these weaknesses. But the cameras that were turned into a device of action by the people participating in the Arab rebellions of 2011, marks the collapse of both of these privileges. The world approaches a point where we might not need journalists to witness what goes on far away, where we can get out of this sanctity also by all citizens becoming journalists, a point where the camera watching over world streets cease to be an intruding foreign eye to become the world peoples’ own eyes.
The Cauldron That Died (A Nasreddin Hoca Joke)
Nasreddin Hodja, having need for a large cooking container, borrowed his neighbor’s copper cauldron, then returned it in a timely manner.
“What is this?” asked his neighbor upon examining the returned cauldron. “There is a small pot inside my cauldron.”
“Oh,” responded the Hodja. “While it was in my care your cauldron gave birth to a little one. Because you are the owner of the mother cauldron, it is only right that you should keep its baby. And in any event, it would not be right to separate the child from its mother at such a young age.”
The neighbor, thinking that the Hodja had gone quite mad, did not argue. Whatever had caused the crazy man to come up with this explanation, the neighbor had a nice little pot, and it had cost him nothing.
Some time later the Hodja asked…
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EMEP — 30 Kasım 2016 — evrensel.net
Labour Party Adana City Organization made a statement about the fire in the dormitory.
Labour Party (EMEP) Adana City Organization, in a statement about the fire in the dormitory in Adana, demanded that the dormitories of (religious) communities, associations and foundations to be shut down. EMEP said that the dormitory attendant cannot carry all the blame, “No one can show us the dead dormitory attendant as the person to blame. Those who carry responsibility and exhibit neglection are the municipalities, the governorate and the National Education Ministry. Those who carry responsibility and exhibit neglection are the government officials that oblige these children to these dormitories, these children who ought to have education in their mother’s arms, in their father’s home.”
Turkcesi henuz yok
4+ years ago, I had submitted the abstract “Gameplay is politics” (the first chapter of Dialectics of Game Design) to the 4th ICTs and Society meeting that was to take place in Uppsala, Sweden.
I did an e-mail submission before the announced “deadline“. According to the e-mail server logs of alternatifbilisim.org, the submission was technically successful.
However, for some unknown reason, my submission had not landed into the organizer’s (Marisol Sandoval) inbox (“junk”? “spam”? classification?)
As a result, she was unable to acknowledge my submission, eventhough I was able to prove by the server logs that it indeed took place.
This inability to acknowledge a proven fact led the organizer Marisol Sandoval to appeal to the authority of the “main organizer” Christian Fuchs.
She encrypted her appeal to him in the notion of a “slot” that was “unfortunately already filled.”
I had written the e-mail below to inform the organizing…
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Filed under Şey
Karanlığın içine doğru yürüyor ağır ağır
Sırtında çürük eski bir sandık taşıyor ağır ağır
Sandıkta ruhu kilitli kalmış, kaybolmuş anahtarı
Sandıkta ruhu kilitli kalmış, kaybolmuş anahtarı
Uzaklarda parlayan alevler söndü birer birer
Ardında ona görünmez yüzler döndü birer birer
Sandıkta ruhu kilitli kalmış, kaybolmuş anahtarı
Sandıkta ruhu kilitli kalmış, kaybolmuş anahtarı
Bkz Beş Dakika Daha Şarkı Sözleri (ChatGPT), Beş Dakika Daha (Sakareller)
Is walking slowly into the darkness
Is carrying an old rotten chest on one’s back
Spirit was left locked in the chest, its key lost
Spirit was left locked in the chest, its key lost
Flames shining in the distance faded one by one
Behind faces unseen turned away one by one
Spirit was left locked in the chest, its key lost
Spirit was left locked in the chest, its key lost
Kararsızca toplandık
Biriktikçe dağıldık
Yolumuz bitmiyor
Hedefimiz yok artık
Bu büyük döngüde
Binlerce parçacık
Bıktık ama duramadık
Kaptan kaba aktarıldık
Bkz Beş Dakika Daha Şarkı Sözleri (ChatGPT), Beş Dakika Daha (Sakareller)
Orbit
Gathered in an indecisive way
We dispersed as we accumulate
Our pathway does not end
We no longer have an end
In this great cycle
As thousands of particles
We are fed up but unable to stop
Conveyed from one bin to another
English: Işık Barış Fidaner
Küçük bir düştü yalnızca
Öylesine masum bir rüya
Artık bu hayalleri bırak
Sen önce dön aynaya bak
Bkz Beş Dakika Daha Şarkı Sözleri (ChatGPT), Beş Dakika Daha (Sakareller)
It was just a little fancy
A casual innocent dream
Now dismiss those reveries
Turn and look at the mirror first
Benimle bir şemsiyenin altına bile girmedin ki sen
Senin de bir şemsiyen olsaydı bile değişmezdi bence
Bence… bence…
Bkz Beş Dakika Daha Şarkı Sözleri (ChatGPT), Beş Dakika Daha (Sakareller)
You haven’t even come with me under an umbrella
I don’t think it would change if you also had an umbrella
I don’t think it would
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