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“DER WIND, DIE SONNE UND ICH Da der Wind an der Glastür rüttelt lasse ich ihn ein dann kommt die Sonne zu dritt halten wir ein Plauderstündchen Großmutter fühlst du dich nicht einsam so allein? fragen Wind und Sonne Letztendlich sind wir Menschen doch immer allein sage ich Wenigstens hat man seine Ruhe, was? Wir lachen an diesem frühen Nachmittag”

“Derda’nın derisindeki yarığı tek eliyle bir perde gibi aralayıp, diğeriyle kitabı etine gömdü. Kalpten gelen ve kalbe giden ne varsa, bütün damarları sayfaların arasına sıkıştırıp kitabı kapadı. Ellerini yarıktan çektiği anda Tutunamayanlar’ın pompaladığı kanla Derda hayat buldu. İlk aldığı nefesle şişen göğsüne bakan kızılderili, ameliyat masasının altındaki çöp kutusunun pedalına basıp kapağını açtı ve elindeki kalbi içine attı. Çünkü et, hiçbir işe YARAMAZDI...”

“Deregulation is a popular term that's used across the political spectrum. And it's one of these terms like "choice," that corporate interests have used because they know their focus-group buzzword testing makes it sound like a popular word. Because, who can be against deregulation? Being free, having liberty, not having someone tell you what to do, being deregulated, hey, that sounds great. But deregulation is a non sequitur in the realm of media policy or media regulation. The issue is never regulation versus deregulation; our entire system is built on media policies and subsidies.”

“Derek caught my arm again as I started to move--at this rate, it was going to be as sore as my injured one. "Dog," he said, jerking his chin toward the fenced yard. "It was inside earlier." Expecting to see a Doberman slavering at the fence, I followed his gaze to a little puff of white fur, the kind of dog women stick in their purses. It wasn't even barking, just staring at us, dancing in place. "Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian." I glanced up at Derek. "It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.”

“Derek's breath touched Sara's throat in unsteady urges. "Sometimes," he whispered, "I'm so close to you ... and I'm still not close enough. I want to share your breath ... every beat of your heart." He cradled her head in both his hands, his mouth hot on her neck. "Sometimes," he murmured, "I want to punish you a little." "Why?" "For making me want you until I ache with it. For the way I wake at night just to watch you sleeping." His face was intense and passionate above her, his green eyes sharp in their brightness. "I want you more each time I'm with you. It's a fever that never leaves me. I can't be alone without wondering where you are, when I can have you again." His lips possessed hers in a kiss that was both savage and tender, and she opened to him eagerly.”

“Derek!" she shouted, and realized suddenly that she only had the sheet covering her. "You were out here running like crazy," he explained, and released his hold. "You didn't hear me when I called your name. I figured something was wrong, so I caught you. What were you running from?" She felt grateful and embarrassed at the same time. He had pulled her back and saved her from the shadow. She tightened her hold on the sheet, and Derek didn't bother to take his eyes away. "I thought I heard a woman scream that someone had taken her purse," she lied. "So I came outside to help." "Like that?" He smirked. "I sleep in the nude." It was the first thing that came to mind and it was also the worst thing to say. She rolled her eyes at his silly grin. "Look, in an emergency you don't have time to put on clothes.”

“Derek shot me a glance and lobbed another rock. “You know, a few years ago a kid at my church told me I was damned because I’m black. Something about Noah cursing the descendants of Ham. He showed me the Bible passage. I was sort of scared, so I asked my parents about it, and they just laughed at the idea. I remember my father rolling his eyes and saying, ‘Of course you’re not going to hell.’ But then I asked him whether gay people were going to burn, and my dad stopped laughing. He just goes, ‘Are you gay? No? Then don’t worry about it.’ Since then, the whole ‘God hates you and you’re going to hell’ idea has seemed sort of stupid. I don’t know. Seems like Jesus probably likes you and Topher more than He likes the Christians who kill people.”

“Derek stopped short. I smacked into his back—not for the first time, since he insisted on walking in front of me. I'd been tripping on his heels and mumbling apologies the whole way. When I'd slow down to let him get farther ahead, he'd snap at me to keep up. "We're almost there," Simon said. He was behind me—sticking to the curbside, walking as close as Derek. While normally I wouldn't complain about Simon being so close, I had the weird sensation of being blocked in. As we started forward again, I tried dropping back with Tori, who lagged behind, but Simon put his finger on my elbow and steered me back into place. "Okay," I said. "Something's up. What's with the walking blockade?" "They're protecting you," Tori said. "Shielding you from the big bad world."”

“Derek Walcott's poems tidy up a distressed mind. Lyrical and full of breath, they dance to the rhythms of their own coherence. One of the greatest minds of the 20th and 21st centuries, who had an unending and sizzling romance with poetry! His 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature was well anticipated by the rest of us and was well received by the St. Lucian poet, who painted poetry with incandescent colours of supreme authority.”