Çatıdaki baykuşun kurumuş boğazından gelen çirkin tınılarla güne araladı gözlerini. Onun için sabahlar hep güzeldi, öğle vakti düğüm, akşam çözüm, gece ise sükuttan ibaretti. Tam da kitaplarda emredildiği gibi. bana kalırsa en çok sabahları severdi. Şehre yağmur çiseleyen günlerde, boş sokaklarda koştuğu sabahlar ise en sevdikleriydi. Kulağında lloyd webber'den dinlediği bir müzik varsa ne ala. Yoksa mutlaka bir şeyler mırıldanmalı. Çünkü dünya dönerek sergilediği şovuna devam ediyor ve şovu ancak müzikle anlam kazanıyor. o dönerken kıtalar üzerinde yuvarlanmak mümkün olsaydı Afrikada biraz vakit geçirmek büyüleyici olabilirdi. Ama o ne yapıp edip İstanbula dönmeyi tercih ederdi. Amerika ise yalnızca bir maceradan ibaretti. hamburgerdeki hardal gibi.
Karanlık hikayeyi merak eder bir çoğu. Onun içinde bulunmaktan hiç de haz almadığı karanlık bir hikaye dolanır dillerde. Görkemli bir final gibi duyanların aklında kalan karanlık bir hikaye. Sonunu yalnız o bilir. belki de sandığımız gibi değildir. sonu gökkuşağından bir kaydırakta sonlanan bir hikayedir. Kısa saçlı çocuk buğulu sesiyle sahneyi inlettiğinde sahne aydınlanır belki.
11 Mart 2012 Pazar
9 Şubat 2012 Perşembe
67. Josh
For a while now, I was thinking about writing a character for him. To be honest, my first idea was converting one of my characters -which was written already- into a new one for him. It would be easy to changing only the title as "josh" and editing some small details. The only reason that makes me trick him was laziness and tendency of lying. I would lie like "Here I wrote a character for you. I know this is not the best but I tried as well as I can." I could do that but I will not. Although everybody likes pinocchio, nobody likes liars. In other words people like liars only if they paid for. Therefore I changed my mind.
Before get start to tell about him, I have to say this will be my first experience to create a character for someone real and I know. Still I am not sure to keep writing. I've written tons of lines above but I could not start yet. There is another statement : if you are not a good writer and a character analyser and also not good at English, do not attempt to write about him. Not only because he writes inspired stories and has a strong language, but also he is very polite as much as to tell me how beautiful my writing is. This is not suprising that much, after all he is from Maine. All Maine people (I am not sure how to call: mainens, mainers??) are known by their politeness. - Actually I know only few and they are so polite. - Maybe its source from the nature of their land. Delicious blueberries must have some extraordinary affect on them that spreads happiness and serenity. I don't know. I doubt that, mother nature bestow a privilege on them. You can leave from that pretty town only because of two reasons. You should be blind or you should have irrespresible desire to discover new things. Josh has walked away from Falmouth many times.
You know that smart kids. I mean that curious kids, they ask questions on and on. The kid who climbs fruit trees in the neigbour's garden; drives his sister crazy, surprises his parent by his answers, cannot pay attention in class... I wonder if Josh was one of those kids.
One fine day, I came accross with him. I was a clownfish in a small aquarium. My owner was also the monger of that small cheese store. We were at the Nice. Our noteless store was located in a narrow street. It was like lost in the map. Anyone could not find us, except a lost, curious, young stranger.
My bowl was looking through the window. I was snoozing. Suddenly I was woken up by dabs of his forefinger. I panicked and did not know what to do. Then I stared at him for a while. He got in to the shop. Even in the water, my poor ears got his strange accent. Unfortunately the owner doesn't know any other language. Owner said: " français, s'il vous plait! " Stranger shook his head. Owner asked " aimeriez vous roquefort " His curious eyes stared blankly. Then the feeling in his eyes turned into sadness because he couldn't understand the owner. On the other hand, it was obvious that he had an itch to try some interesting tastes. Anyway, this was a hapless day for him. He left the store with a decision in his mind. He would learn French as soon.
Some time later then that story, I've seen him again. My soul has gone out from the orange clownfish. Now, I was a snow flake in Korea. If you are a snow flake, it means you have a short time to live in this world. But I've spent my time as a snow flake pretty well. Let me tell how.
Right after I dropt on the ground, a big hand took me from there. It added me in a snowball and pressed the ball to make it stronger. Then the hand threw that snowball to someone else. While I was flying, I realised that the snowball would shoot Josh. I remember his desperate face now, it was funny though. I think, in contrast with ordinary Americans, he is so much fun.
Right after I crashed his face, I melted in a second. The end of the story as a snow, the beginning as a water... I flowed down on his face, slowed down on the curve, and got into his left ear. It was my first brain journey experience. I do not know any other brain but I can say briefly that, Josh's brain is full of 1s and 0s.
Dear reader, I can tell you many things about what I saw in his brain. But I am afraid, some of you might presume to steal his ideas.
After a while to my journey in his mind, sun has shown itself. I got out as a steam, at first from his ear and then from the atmosphere.
Before get start to tell about him, I have to say this will be my first experience to create a character for someone real and I know. Still I am not sure to keep writing. I've written tons of lines above but I could not start yet. There is another statement : if you are not a good writer and a character analyser and also not good at English, do not attempt to write about him. Not only because he writes inspired stories and has a strong language, but also he is very polite as much as to tell me how beautiful my writing is. This is not suprising that much, after all he is from Maine. All Maine people (I am not sure how to call: mainens, mainers??) are known by their politeness. - Actually I know only few and they are so polite. - Maybe its source from the nature of their land. Delicious blueberries must have some extraordinary affect on them that spreads happiness and serenity. I don't know. I doubt that, mother nature bestow a privilege on them. You can leave from that pretty town only because of two reasons. You should be blind or you should have irrespresible desire to discover new things. Josh has walked away from Falmouth many times.
You know that smart kids. I mean that curious kids, they ask questions on and on. The kid who climbs fruit trees in the neigbour's garden; drives his sister crazy, surprises his parent by his answers, cannot pay attention in class... I wonder if Josh was one of those kids.
One fine day, I came accross with him. I was a clownfish in a small aquarium. My owner was also the monger of that small cheese store. We were at the Nice. Our noteless store was located in a narrow street. It was like lost in the map. Anyone could not find us, except a lost, curious, young stranger.
My bowl was looking through the window. I was snoozing. Suddenly I was woken up by dabs of his forefinger. I panicked and did not know what to do. Then I stared at him for a while. He got in to the shop. Even in the water, my poor ears got his strange accent. Unfortunately the owner doesn't know any other language. Owner said: " français, s'il vous plait! " Stranger shook his head. Owner asked " aimeriez vous roquefort " His curious eyes stared blankly. Then the feeling in his eyes turned into sadness because he couldn't understand the owner. On the other hand, it was obvious that he had an itch to try some interesting tastes. Anyway, this was a hapless day for him. He left the store with a decision in his mind. He would learn French as soon.
Some time later then that story, I've seen him again. My soul has gone out from the orange clownfish. Now, I was a snow flake in Korea. If you are a snow flake, it means you have a short time to live in this world. But I've spent my time as a snow flake pretty well. Let me tell how.
Right after I dropt on the ground, a big hand took me from there. It added me in a snowball and pressed the ball to make it stronger. Then the hand threw that snowball to someone else. While I was flying, I realised that the snowball would shoot Josh. I remember his desperate face now, it was funny though. I think, in contrast with ordinary Americans, he is so much fun.
Right after I crashed his face, I melted in a second. The end of the story as a snow, the beginning as a water... I flowed down on his face, slowed down on the curve, and got into his left ear. It was my first brain journey experience. I do not know any other brain but I can say briefly that, Josh's brain is full of 1s and 0s.
Dear reader, I can tell you many things about what I saw in his brain. But I am afraid, some of you might presume to steal his ideas.
After a while to my journey in his mind, sun has shown itself. I got out as a steam, at first from his ear and then from the atmosphere.
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