1)Paulo Coelho, ”The Valkyries,” HarperCollins Publishers, New York, 2007.
Nasılsa atladığım okumadığım kitaplarından bir tanesi. Demek ki sırası geldi.
”But the Valkyries are jealous and tough. They try to follow the same rules as the angels – and, you know, in the kingdom of the angels, there is no good and no evil.”
”Not as we understand them.”
”Relax. Relax… What are you thinking?”
”That’s the second mind… It’s your second mind humming the song. It can do that with anything. If you’re in love with someone, you can have that person inside your head. The same thing happens with someone you want to forget about. But the second mind is a tough thing to deal with. It’s at work regardless of whether you want it to be or not… And it’s not always a song. Have you ever had someone you loved stick in your mind? It’s really terrible when that happens. You travel, you try to forget, but your second mind keeps saying: ”Oh, he would really love that!” ”Oh, if only he were here!”
”…[having] two minds. Functioning at the same time.”
2) Fatima Mernissi, ”Dreams of Trespass: Tales of a Harem Girlhood,” Basic Books, Perseus Books Group, New York, 1994.
En güzel kitaplarından bir tanesi… Birkaç satır alıntılayarak okuyucuyu özendirmek istiyorum ve Mernissi’nin dünyasına davet ediyorum. Fas’ta 1940’lı yıllarda bir haremdeki çocukluk yıllarının gözlemlerine dayanarak örgülediği kadın, erkek, sınır, yani hudud, cephe, öteki olma halleri üzerine yazıyor, muhteşem bir üslupla.
”Hanan is hard to define exactly, but basically a free-flowing, easygoing, unconditionally available tenderness. People who give hanan … never threaten to withdraw their love when you commit some unintentional minor or major infraction.”
”We knew that the French were greedy and had come a long way to conquer our land, even though Allah had already given them a beautiful one, with bustling cities, thick forests, luscious green fields, and cows much bigger than ours that gave four times as much milk. But somehow the French needed to get more.”
”Our Medina streets were narrow, dark, and serpentine… Most people walked on foot in the Medina. The French were afraid to walk. They were always in their cars. Their fear was quite an amazing thing to us children, because we saw that grownups could be as afraid as we could. And these grownups who were afraid were on the outside, supposedly free. The powerful ones who had created the frontier were also the fearful ones.”
”Yasmina explained to me that the farm was part of Allah’s original earth, which had no frontiers, just vast, open fields without borders or boundaries, and that I should not be afraid. But how could I walk in an open field without being attacked? I kept asking…”
3) Sheldon B. Kopp, ”If you Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him! The Pilgrimage of Psychotherapy Patients,” Bantam Books, Toronto, 1972.
Gılgamış, Sidarta, Don Kişot ve daha nice hikayeler ve Buber, Ginsberg, Shakespeare, Kafka, Nin, Dante ve Jung’un eserlerine göndermeler yaparak, hem bir psikoterapist, hem kendi yolunun arayışında bir üstad belki, Kopp sıradan insanın kendini bulma yolculuğu ve diyaloglar üzerine büyük hayalkırıklıklarının vaadettiği içsel topografyanın keşfini vaadediyor.
”Contemplation of my life / Decides the choice / Between advance and retreat. / Hidden dragon. Do not act.” [I Ching]
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