Tag Archives: Nazım Hikmet

Tiryaki’s turn: Sen benim sarhoşluğumsun…


Lately, the puppets have been reading poetry again.  Maybe it is the autumnal weather and maudlin sunshine moments on the stone steps of the back porch that eggs them on so to find love poems that are tinged a bit … Continue reading

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Living is no laughing matter (Thank you, Nazim Hikmet)


When I last left you, I was in melt-down mode as a result of the workaholic gerbil wheel called academia in which I currently reside professionally.  The puppets were in chaos about it, but Yehuda Rebbe calmed me down some, … Continue reading

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