Online Blog & Article, Fiction, Write & Read & Latest Posts https://edebiyatblog.com/en/rss/latest-posts Online Blog & Article, Fiction, Write & Read & Latest Posts en © 2021 | EdebiyatBlog® | All Rights Reserved. Why am I so blue ? https://edebiyatblog.com/en/why-am-i-so-blue https://edebiyatblog.com/en/why-am-i-so-blue Fri, 14 Jul 2023 18:02:07 +0300 Nur Bersun Camila Cabello & Bam Bam https://edebiyatblog.com/en/camila-cabello-bam-bam https://edebiyatblog.com/en/camila-cabello-bam-bam Nothing's last for life and actually it's jus the way of life going on... It's a perfect song with deep meanings and catchy rhtym to make our heart dance :) 

]]> Tue, 28 Jun 2022 15:23:45 +0300 Nur Bersun Paul Anka & Put your head on my shoulder https://edebiyatblog.com/en/paul-anka-put-your-head-on-my-shoulder https://edebiyatblog.com/en/paul-anka-put-your-head-on-my-shoulder Wed, 22 Jun 2022 19:32:01 +0300 Nur Bersun Bruno Mars & When I was your man https://edebiyatblog.com/en/bruno-mars-when-i-was-your-man https://edebiyatblog.com/en/bruno-mars-when-i-was-your-man A never-ending tale of regret from Bruno Mars...

Sometimes it hurts to face reality, and that's exactly what we see in this song and feel it to the bone.He rethinks all the actions he has made, knowing that it was a mistake, that seemed small to him at the time, but left behind huge heartbreaks.But love is not for life. It has an end, even if it feels like it's forever and ever. If you keep turning your back to your lover's desperate cry, you should know that you make her go away with tears. But remember that, it's not her fault... Love is two-sided, so is relationship. If you make her feel lonely, it's enough to leave...

When you realize all the things you done, all the mess you made, you can finally feel that heart ache you cause... But there's no one to blame. You did it all by yourself... Don't blame her because she's not heartbroken. You make her felt the worst feeling, now it's your turn to feel that burning pain of loneliness..  

]]> Fri, 17 Jun 2022 20:37:09 +0300 Nur Bersun Feeling Good by Micheal Buble https://edebiyatblog.com/en/feeling-good-by-micheal-buble https://edebiyatblog.com/en/feeling-good-by-micheal-buble As soon as the melody begins, you start to feel that something in your veins is blooming. You can feel the rhapsody in the voice of Buble. It's like he's just starting to live. He describes the natural things he is seeing; animals, trees, and other scenic things. It's like they were all newly created just for him to feel good. Maybe he was so unhappy, thinking that he wasn't in the right place, that he didn't look around to see how every part of nature completes each other as a whole. It sounds like he started walking around while he was feeling down, but as he stepped forward, he started to see how everything was in the right place, and it made him believe that he was in the right place too. So there was nothing to keep him from feeling good!  

Let's take a closer look to the lyrics in literary way! 

In the lyrics we come across a few poetical aspects, such as imagery, along with a lot of repetition. Before starting to read between the lines, let me give a brief explanation of what an imagery is. As you can understand, it comes from the word "image," which means a picture or outlook of something. So, "imagery" is the art of making the reader sense what is written. In other words, it sets the mood and helps you imagine the setting, which means place and time. And the "repetition" is—as you can simply understand—the chorus part, which keeps repeating throughout the song. There can be a few purposes for it, such as stressing something or just the structural issues.There are not very many, but this song has poetical elements such as hyperbolism and personification. Hyperbolism can be simply described as exaggeration. Personification is the process of imbuing nonhuman or inanimate objects with human characteristics. These types of things are used constantly in poems to express thoughts in a new light. The entire song is a metaphor. This can be interpreted differently based on how you approach it. Poetry uses metaphors more than anything else. It seems to take the meaning of the poem to a whole new level, as it does in this song.

imagery

personification

Birds flying high 
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom on a tree
You know how I feel

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Oh, freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

]]> Mon, 13 Jun 2022 15:10:30 +0300 Nur Bersun Mythology Notebook https://edebiyatblog.com/en/greek-roman-mythology https://edebiyatblog.com/en/greek-roman-mythology Sun, 05 Jun 2022 23:47:06 +0300 Nur Bersun aesthetic https://edebiyatblog.com/en/aesthetic https://edebiyatblog.com/en/aesthetic Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:58:50 +0300 Founder Billie Eilish & Lovely https://edebiyatblog.com/en/billie-eilish-lovely https://edebiyatblog.com/en/billie-eilish-lovely Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:51:52 +0300 Founder PLATO https://edebiyatblog.com/en/plato https://edebiyatblog.com/en/plato It is rightly said that Plato founded philosophy. But we know that for a long time, a hundred years or so, only the name of the philosopher existed before philosophy took its name and established its territory. There was a philosopher, but philosophy did not yet exist. Why did that happen? Nietzsche gives an extraordinary answer: nothing new functions for a long time under or at the heart of an old form. Therefore, the new is not born out of nowhere; when he is born, we realize that in a way he has already been there, at work. We have heard the word new or novelty a lot in the recent past, so perhaps it should be emphasized: The new is formed gradually, even if it seems to appear out of nowhere; depends on speed, not haste, but slowness. In a way, it's always right before our eyes, so we don't see it until it appears. In this respect, it includes a certain confidentiality. Slowness, secrecy, suddenness, or, as Nietzsche put it, "timeless". That is why the philosopher first worked under the wise figure of the East. Pythagoras, or as we are familiar with Pythagoras – he used the word philosopher for himself first – gave his lectures from behind a curtain, his students only hearing his voice for a long time.

]]> Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:50:26 +0300 Roza Things Fall Apart https://edebiyatblog.com/en/things-fall-apart https://edebiyatblog.com/en/things-fall-apart Things Fall Apart is set in Umuofia, the hometown of Okonkwo, a proud, angry, and hard-working man in his prime. Okonkwo has always felt a need to prove himself because he is the son of a failure, a man named Unoka who was heavily in debt because he preferred playing his flute and drinking palm wine to farming. Okonkwo first established himself as a man to be reckoned with by beating the famous wrestler Amalinze the Cat in a match at the tender age of 18. He provides for himself and his mother and sisters economically by share-cropping yams for a wealthy neighbor until he makes enough profits to get land and seeds and start his own farm. He does well enough that by the beginning of the novel he has three wives, a large compound with huts for each of them as well as a separate one for himself, and a large and growing family. His ambition is to take the highest titles of honor that his tribe can bestow.
Okonkwo is known for his bad temper and his willingness to be rude to unsuccessful men. At one point his temper also made him guilty of an offense against the earth goddess, because he forgot that the village was celebrating the Week of Peace and beat his youngest wife during the holy festival. The goddess' priest prescribed a series of sacrifices and penance for him to perform.

One day Okonkwo's village sends a challenge to a neighboring village because they caused the death of an Umuofia woman who had gone to market there. This village fears Umuofia enough to pay a recompense of one virgin and a young boy instead of going to war. Umuofia's elders decide that the virgin will marry the husband of the slaughtered woman and the youth will stay in Okonkwo's household until they reach a final decision about what to do with him. The boy's name in Ikemefuna, and he becomes good friends with Nwoye, Okonkwo's eldest son. Ikemefuna is clever and loved by everyone in the household. When Ikemefuna has lived with Okonkwo's family for three years, the elders finally reach their decision and say that Ikemefuna must be killed. He is marched in a procession, told that he is going back to his original village, and then deep in the woods one of the villagers hits him with a machete. The blow isn't fatal, and he runs in fear to Okonkwo, calling him father and asking him for protection. Afraid of being thought weak, Okonkwo strikes the boy down.
Things Fall Apart is set in Umuofia, the hometown of Okonkwo, a proud, angry, and hard-working man in his prime. Okonkwo has always felt a need to prove himself because he is the son of a failure, a man named Unoka who was heavily in debt because he preferred playing his flute and drinking palm wine to farming. Okonkwo first established himself as a man to be reckoned with by beating the famous wrestler Amalinze the Cat in a match at the tender age of 18. He provides for himself and his mother and sisters economically by share-cropping yams for a wealthy neighbor until he makes enough profits to get land and seeds and start his own farm. He does well enough that by the beginning of the novel he has three wives, a large compound with huts for each of them as well as a separate one for himself, and a large and growing family. His ambition is to take the highest titles of honor that his tribe can bestow.
Okonkwo is known for his bad temper and his willingness to be rude to unsuccessful men. At one point his temper also made him guilty of an offense against the earth goddess, because he forgot that the village was celebrating the Week of Peace and beat his youngest wife during the holy festival. The goddess' priest prescribed a series of sacrifices and penance for him to perform.

One day Okonkwo's village sends a challenge to a neighboring village because they caused the death of an Umuofia woman who had gone to market there. This village fears Umuofia enough to pay a recompense of one virgin and a young boy instead of going to war. Umuofia's elders decide that the virgin will marry the husband of the slaughtered woman and the youth will stay in Okonkwo's household until they reach a final decision about what to do with him. The boy's name in Ikemefuna, and he becomes good friends with Nwoye, Okonkwo's eldest son. Ikemefuna is clever and loved by everyone in the household. When Ikemefuna has lived with Okonkwo's family for three years, the elders finally reach their decision and say that Ikemefuna must be killed. He is marched in a procession, told that he is going back to his original village, and then deep in the woods one of the villagers hits him with a machete. The blow isn't fatal, and he runs in fear to Okonkwo, calling him father and asking him for protection. Afraid of being thought weak, Okonkwo strikes the boy down.

]]> Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:47:24 +0300 Founder A Wise Old Owl https://edebiyatblog.com/en/a-wise-old-owl https://edebiyatblog.com/en/a-wise-old-owl There was an old owl who lived in an oak tree. Every day, he observed incidents that occurred around him. Yesterday, he watched as a young boy helped an old man carry a heavy basket. Today, he saw a young girl shouting at her mother. The more he saw, the less he spoke. As the days went on, he spoke less but heard more. The old owl heard people talking and telling stories. He heard a woman saying an elephant jumped over a fence. He heard a man saying that he had never made a mistake. The old owl had seen and heard what happened to people. There were some who became better, some who became worse. But the old owl in the tree had become wiser, each and every day.

]]> Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:41:42 +0300 Founder WHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEING LOVED? https://edebiyatblog.com/en/why-falling-in-love-without-being-loved https://edebiyatblog.com/en/why-falling-in-love-without-being-loved If eyes see, heart likes and falls in love

The passion to meet lights fire

Reality and dream get mixed into each other

One moment comes and arched eyebrows are frowned.

He had loved a lot of beautiful ones without being loved

He knows that there is no remedy for this trouble

The lover also bears the trouble

Why falling in love without being loved?

Days full of hope and expectation

Passed with happiness and grief

We had tried hard but too hard

But couldn’t answer the riddle called love.

]]> Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:39:13 +0300 Roza Our Dark Hearts: The Stanford Prison Experimen https://edebiyatblog.com/en/our-dark-hearts-the-stanford-prison-experimen https://edebiyatblog.com/en/our-dark-hearts-the-stanford-prison-experimen The Stanford prison experiment was run to find out how people would react to being made a prisoner or prison guard.

The psychologist Philip Zimbardo, who led the Stanford prison experiment, thought ordinary, healthy people would come to behave cruelly, like prison guards, if they were put in that situation, even if it was against their personality.

It has since become a classic study, studied by generations of psychology students and recently coming under a lot of criticism.

]]> Sat, 04 Jun 2022 18:38:46 +0300 Founder MAYBE https://edebiyatblog.com/en/maybe https://edebiyatblog.com/en/maybe I was grateful for the tea. As I looked into your eyes again, while your voice reached my ears, and your smell was still on me, I thanked the tea that brought me back to you. After I thought of the days I killed, I wanted to bury myself in the blue, my hands could hardly hold it from my wrists. Someone said stop, stop, when there is to build, don't destroy again. try again, try again, try again. “Maybe you can walk hand in hand again on the streets with flowers on the edges,” he said. Maybe good morning to the workers, garbage collectors, workers, civil servants, porters, shoe shiners as we pass by them in the early morning! Good luck with! said your lesson. Maybe, you will make each other love this city again, you will convince each other to stay in this city, he said. maybe, maybe, you will become one, you can explain your loneliness to each other in the mirror, he said. He said that when you look at him in the mirror, you will tell him that you cannot be in the mirror. He said, "You can tell him how you kept him green while he was away, how you wrote songs, how you poured the sea out of his eyes, how he took a sharp silence on the roads he walked with him while looking away, and he could never explain this situation to those around him." he said, you want life, he said, you know yourself, you can make people believe that you know. I believed in myself, oh dear. I believed and swore on the tea that I would make you believe in myself. I swore to you that I would prove how I fell in love.

]]> Thu, 02 Jun 2022 19:00:57 +0300 Roza What are fossils ? https://edebiyatblog.com/en/what-are-fossils https://edebiyatblog.com/en/what-are-fossils Sometimes we find the remains of plants and animals which lived millions of years ago and have since turned to stone. These remains are called fossils. When the animal died, long, long ago, by drowning, for instance, its body sank to the bottom of the water and gradually layers of sand or silt were deposited over it. Over a period of thousands of years, the silt turned to stone and so did the remains of the animal which were preserved in it. In this way, the fossils of many animals and plants were formed. These fossils can tell us a great deal about life on earth many millions of years ago. There are even some fossils that we burn in our homes to keep warm. These are, of course, in the form of coal. Millions of years ago, whole forests sank down, were covered, and slowly petrified. These ancient tree trunks are now coal. Among the coal that is found in coal mines, there are often numerous animal fossils as well.

]]> Thu, 02 Jun 2022 00:51:55 +0300 EdebiyatBlog SO… WHO IS JANE AUSTEN & WHY DOES SHE MATTER? https://edebiyatblog.com/en/so-who-is-jane-austen-why-does-she-matter https://edebiyatblog.com/en/so-who-is-jane-austen-why-does-she-matter "Jane Austen is one of the most famous writers in English literature. Her books are read by people all over the world and have been made into countless TV, film, theatre and radio adaptations.

This is all the more impressive because she only wrote six full-length novels. In order of publication, these were: Sense & Sensibility, Pride & Prejudice, Mansfield Park, Emma, Northanger Abbey and Persuasion.

But Jane Austen was writing 200 years ago. Why are her books still relevant, and why should you read her today?

Historian Alice Loxton has five reasons why Jane Austen still matters…

SO, WHY IS JANE AUSTEN IMPORTANT?

Click on a topic below to find out more…

She created great characters

She’s very funny

She was an important social commentator…

…and an early feminist

She was a literary genius, and pioneered new writing techniques 

She was ambitious, determined and inspirational

Her works have stood the test of time..."

]]> Sun, 29 May 2022 18:09:21 +0300 Roza ...till I actually fill that void in me https://edebiyatblog.com/en/till-i-actually-fill-that-void-in-me https://edebiyatblog.com/en/till-i-actually-fill-that-void-in-me I’ve been always wanted to be living for a proper purpose for my entire life. However, unfortunately, I’ve never found that kind of purpose, never reached or never held onto that, ever. And maybe, that’s why I always felt a void in me. Moreover, I could never properly fill that. Is it my age that was the main problem? Or is it the circumstances that I born into? Is it my family? Is it my friends? Is it the future that I, myself, chose to have? I always asked that kind of questions to myself, those always wandered around in my mind that don’t ever leave me alone. Yet, despite to all those questions that keep increasing day by day, I’ve never thought that I could be the problem actually, I didn’t want to; because I knew that this would be an inextricable disaster. Of course, anyway, I’ve never thought that I am totally perfect too, but again I wasn’t the reason of that void in me. It wasn’t my self/ego, it wasn’t my thoughts, it wasn’t my feelings that are guilty. That must be something else that I’ve never reached, I can’t reach. Maybe, if I can prove the real guilty then I can actually get rid of those burdens that don’t let me even breath right now. Maybe when I can do that, then it’d be the exact moment that I can live thoroughly. But I don’t know how to do that and that’s why it seems like I must live like this for a long time, till I can actually fill that void in me.

]]> Fri, 27 May 2022 23:20:09 +0300 heureuxnuit Do you hear me ? https://edebiyatblog.com/en/do-you-hear-me https://edebiyatblog.com/en/do-you-hear-me Why am I here? To live, to love, to suffer, or to survive? Why do I need to be heartbroken to love better, who said it's the way of the world. Why do I have to cry till I lost my breath to fake a smile and lie about being okay. Why do I have to hide my inner war instead of screaming out my lungs? Why can't I just surrender? Why do I have so many questions but no answers at all? Why do I have too many words but no meanings? Why do I have voice if there's no one to hear me out? I'm sick of begging to be understood. Am I too much of a dreamer ? Do I ask for too much ? Why don't you see me, hear me, feel me ? God, what did I do wrong ? Why don't you let me bloom my seeds of my garden. Why do you let my tears flood to drown the soil, my body and soul... Aren't you the one who said only love and change all things ? I swear, I try my best to love but that's still not enough. I swear, I love the sun even if it burns my skin, I love the moon even if I'm scared of the dark. I even tried to love myself, it was the hardest part to see myself while losing the biggest war of my life. Didn't I deserve to win a little bit anymore, my god? Do you hear me ? 

]]> Thu, 26 May 2022 01:16:37 +0300 Nur Bersun