weird & a little bit of strange / tuhaf ve biraz da garip?

"How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?"
Sylvia Plath

"You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born. Fear not the strangeness you feel. The future must enter you long before it happens. Just wait for the birth, for the the hour of the new clarity."
Rainer Maria Rilke

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."
Pearl S. Buck

"Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play."
F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender Is the Night)

I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality. I want to fight your surgical knife with all the occult and magical forces of the world."
Anaïs Nin (Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love" - The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin)

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."
Dr. Seuss

"There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."
Edgar Allan Poe

that something weird, and even dangerous, need not be malevolent

arthur c-clark -- i really cropped this one out!

"Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously."
Tom Robbins

"...I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling."
Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)

"We all know interspecies romance is weird."
Tim Burton

"I'm not so weird to me."Haruki Murakami

"In nature, nothing is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways and they're still beautiful."
Alice Walker

"I’ve always been a word guy, I like weird words and I like American slang and all that and words that are no longer being used… I like to drag them out of the box and wave them around… this is an interesting one, it’s amazing how in addition to punctuation just a little pause in the wrong place can just completely transform the meaning of something."
Tom Waits

"By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule --
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE, out of TIME."
Edgar Allan Poe

"Men not men, but animas of coal and iron and clay. Fauna of the elements, carbon, iron, silicon: elementals. They had perhaps some of the weird inhuman beauty of minerals, the lustre of coal, the weight and blueness and resistance of iron, the transparency of glass."
D.H. Lawrence (Lady Chatterley's Lover)

for some rivalry:

"Creativity is more than just being different. Anybody can plan weird; that's easy. What's hard is to be as simple as Bach. Making the simple, awesomely simple, that's creativity."
Charles Mingus

"Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help."
Charles Bukowski

"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms."
— Kobayashi Issa

"You've seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks in the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself every time that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?"
John Steinbeck (Sweet Thursday)

I often tried to get away from her and
she tied to get away from me
but it was difficult:
Cupid, in his strange way, was really
there."
Charles Bukowski (The People Look Like Flowers At Last: New Poems)

"All through my life I've had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was."
"No," said the old man, "that's just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that."
— Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)

agony over love (that is about to be wasted)

“Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears.”

the night turns into yet another morning, as two peopleare seen in a conversation, walking along the streets in the 16th district.

they have just left the bar. they worked behind the counter at the bar at Cafe Bohem. I saw them. Making jokes, talking to people who asked for a drink or so.

at cafe bohem wa sthe party for celebrating the green-red coalition in wien.

12 hours later, she leaves with some linden tea in a nice glass container;

and with the stubborn capacity to still be able to love in the name of life and being alive;

she thinks that tears are romantic anarchists - turning all perception into a liquid state...

he is the one who is utterly sad; she is the one crying away the tears, listening to his pain: of not being able to be with the one he is in love with.

after talking for hours

like friends? like a therapist and the patient? like 2 stangers in a weird encounter?

she is exhausted. her eyelids drop in spite of the south park episodes that she would love to watch otherwise.

they sleep from 12 noon to 4 pm.

she can hear him sleep heavily together with his sadness. he is fast asleep; his pain trapped in his heart& mind; his pain fluttering.

she perceives his sadness; she perceives his love for this lady he talks about.

she hears that he is ready to basicly change anything in his life for this lady he talks about.

he is already now closing the refrigirator door after taking out a sandwich - just because she had warned her before not to leave the fridge door open for long... those are easy nuisances he is saying. he can do anything to win her heart.

she wakes up, feeling as if there is a sun behind the white of the curtain.

he wakes up; in pain; in agony; bothered; probably in love.

she perceives a heart that is fluttering. he is a trapped bird.

she understands perfectly how he is craving to convince this girl that it is a huge mistake not to see each other anymore...

she understands perfectly the ambivalance; the disaster of ambivalance, the tragedy of not knowing the reasons.

she watches him. she hears him. she feels him. helpless. he has such a clear idea for the 2 of them. for him, it is an "us" situtaion that should not be missed. she feels that this girl is in a single-in fear-in doubt state. yet in the girl's letter, she sounds so clear. so clear she almost envies her for being so clear in a letter.

she wonders how one is eager to end a relation whereas the other one is so eager to just continue.

something missing in the equation...

she thinks.

a million thoughts.

millions of associations.

she tries to stick to the moment.

to his facts.

she holds his head. his head is trapped in a certain kind of hopelessness.

how to heal.

she cannot comprehend the gap between this man's passion and this woman's decisiveness not to continue.

he is so nice she wants to cry. or he is so obsessed that she wants to run?

she takes a hot shower, singing tanita tikaram: the very very very sad truth is i never think sensibly...

she adores a being's capacity to love. with no reason.

she is an alien. but maybe he is also an alien after all.

she almost believes this. almost.

she adores the metaphor: he is left standing in the bus stop. and the bus is not coming...

is it about me? or is it about her? he asks... he believes that it is about her.

because he believes himself to be a cool guy; a perfect guy even.

she would never be bored if she was with him; that's what he says.

how he longs for this girl.

she watches him longing for this girl who is a phone call away.

she drinks a cup of linden tea; looking through books.

she already has anothe rappointment in the 3rd district.

he gets her a glass container - a jar.

she puts some linden in the glass containe.r

she puts the glass container in her bag.

she wishes him good luck.

and she leaves.

he turns on the light so that she does not fall down the stairs.

ah, she does not need eyes to see.

shut your eyes, and see.

"the very music i have heard inside your heart"