20 Şubat 2011 Pazar

Tinkerbelle

 Tinkerbelle
I want to see the sky,
With all of its colors.
I want to say a word to the clouds
To send them back to the place where they have come.
I want to feel the wind,
The sun and the perfumes of the flowers…
I don’t want to see these rain clouds,
Around our heads or above our houses.
That is luck, which makes me happiest,
And that is faith, that makes me saddest.
I want to scream a name to everything that I can feel:
“Tinkerbelle” 
The fairy that allows us laughs or cries…
Keep her name in your minds,
‘Cause she will come and keep you alive.

Darkness Comes Bigger

DARKNESS COMES BIGGER

The world is turning around you,
The stars are coming closer,
Everything is becoming bitter too,
And now, the darkness is bigger.

You look somewhere to hide,
These times is for hide and seek if you are a hunter,
Nobody is on your side,
And now, the darkness is bigger.

You hide somewhere to not show you face,
You see something on your table which seems like a mixture,
When you touched it you become blind due to this mace,
And now, the darkness is bigger.

You felt guilty and I can see that your face blushes,
You feel like you are cancer,
I will scrape your name to the list of criminals on the ashes,
And now, the darkness is bigger,
Bigger like your eyes and bigger than your thoughts.

The last escape from Institution

The last escape from Institution
USA – ABG Daily News
Monday, May 10, 2010

Last day a patient from State Mental Institution, a man called R.P McMurphy, escaped with eight patients from the Institution. The Institution expressed that the names of the escaped patients were Mr. Cheswick, Mr. Taber, Mr. Fredrickson, Mr. Scanlon, Mr. Harding, Mr. Bibbit, Mr. Martini and Mr.Sefelt.  R.P McMurphy sequestrated the bus of trip which belongs to the Institution and he also sequestrated a boat from seaside. He also invited a woman named Candy for the boat trip that he had spontaneously arranged.

As most of us know, this is the week of soccer games. We have learned from Ms.Ratched that, the head nurse of Institution, R.P McMurphy suggested to change the daily program during the soccer games.

“He suggested changing the work of the night to watch the ball game and I said that what he was asking is to change a very carefully worked out schedule. Some man in here took a long long time to get used to this schedule. If we change it know they might find it very disturbing. He mentioned he wasn’t interested in the schedule. In fact, he became angry. The next day we voted again on this topic and in the voting time he couldn’t collect enough votes.” Ms.Ratched said.
               
The patients described that after the second objection, he sat facing the television and he acted like there was a game on the screen, however, there wasn’t a game and with this behavior he affected the patients. After all the patients acted like there was a game. When we talked with the patients about the reason behind R.P McMurphy escaped them and the answer was reaction for the refused suggestion.
               
How this unusual incident happened? According to the workers of SMI (State Mental Institution), R.P McMurphy and Chief were close to each other. McMurphy climbed the shoulders of Chief at the basketball area and he jumped to the inner garden, the path of outside door, and he entered the travel bus for the allowed patients. When all the patients came to the bus, he ran the engine and he drove outside.
               
Candy she explained that they went to seaside and they introduce themselves as professors of SMI. With this they used a rent boat to put out the sea without paying money. While they were on the sea R.P McMurphy tried to teach fishing to patients. They angled two big fishes and they turned back to the institution.

“I asked them whether all of them were crazy and they nodded me. I felt nervous but wasn’t afraid. It was as strange as being the only woman in a ward full of man in a prison.” Candy expressed her feelings.

The patients are under punishment now. They came back to their routine lives and McMurphy’s situation is under decision.

Letter To Miz Ratched

14.05.2010

Dear Miz Ratched,

            First of all I have to introduce myself to you, because I know that you don’t know who I am. My name is Bihter. I’m sixteen and I’m a student of Turkish Education Foundation Inanç Turkeş Private High School. I’m at ninth grade and this is my 9th Grade English CR Class homework. I will ask some questions to you, because I want to learn many things about your work-life.
            I am wondering about your personality, because I don’t know anything about your character. For example, how old are you? I think your age is between twenty five and thirty five. Am I correct? I thought like you are a young woman because I know that you have good relationships between the black guys and the other people at your work. I learned these from the guy who was mopping when a key hit the ward door from the other side you came. That guy thinks that the tip of your fingers’ color is same as your lips’ and he calls this color as “Funny Orange”, but please do not tell him that you have learnt these from me. Do you like that color? Is that your favorite one? By the way my favorite color is purple.
            Although I learned that the people are calling you as “Big Nurse”. If you know, could you be as kind as telling me why they are calling you like this?  Little did you know that they don’t like you? Are the three black boys calling you as “Miz Ratched” or “Big Nurse”?
            What is the relationship between the black boys and you? I have learnt something from that boy as I mentioned before, but I want to learn everything from you. I cannot trust a man who is just telling something behind someone else, because I am not able to know whether he is lying or not.  It seems like he is not telling the truth because he says that you crooked your arms around the black boys and you have done something together. It was your work-time and I believe that someone who is a responsible and a hard worker person won’t do anything wrong about her job. So, I didn’t trust him.
            Among other things, how is your job? What are you doing every day? Can you tell me something about your daily routine? When your work starts and when it finishes? Have you got any weekend breaks? For example, we don’t have school at the weekends; however we have three study hours during the weekends. Have you got any extra work hour? In some jobs they’re paying extra money for extra work hours. At least but not last, for how many years you have been doing this job? I’m a student since I was seven. Ten years passed at school. What a long time…
            I wrote a lot. I’m sorry if I asked anything that I shouldn’t ask but I’m a curious girl. Thank you for reading my letter!

Best wishes,

Unknown Writer

Diary of Big Chief

15.03.1968
Dear Diary,
First of all, how are you? I feel good! Actually, I don’t…  I don’t know. I want to tell you a lot of things about what happened today. I started to write all the things about the days that I’ve had at the Institute of Psychology. I talked about the day when McMurphy came to the center. Do you remember that man? He was a freak. I remember that day and I remember every single detail.  When I got up, when they shaved me, when I hid in the toilet… Let me give you one example. Did I tell you the memory that I just remembered in the toilet?  I can repeat my words in here too:
            “Papa tells me that when a bird comes closer, a dog senses that bird somewhere right close. One day papa and I borrowed a pointer dog from a man that I didn’t recognize in The Dalles. Papa says, all the village dogs were mongrels and not classified or qualified. I don’t say anything, but I see a bird up in a scrub cedar. The dog recognized the bird and Papa shoot it.”
Do you see? A worthless dog can do something good. It cannot be so much valuable but it can be a good helper or an assistant. I am not valuable too, but I can be better than what I am now. I feel bigger know, big as a tree. My Papa was really big. He did everything he believed in. That’s why everybody worked on him. The last time I see my father, he was drinking from a bottle. Every time he brought the bottle to his mouth, he didn’t drink the alcohol. The alcohol drank him. I don’t say that he is dead. I don’t say they killed him. They just worked on him and you know who they are. Even the dogs he hit don’t remember my father now. I don’t want to be like my father. I want them to remember me. That’s why I write. Who knows me in this Institution? Nobody…
            I put this memory in the notebook that I started to write today. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe I wanted to tell everything I have done that day. I don’t really care… All of the writing that I started today made me really happy for some reason. I wanted to work on something, because I have the time to do whatever I want. I have no job. To write my memories like a book gave me something to work on. Now, I can spend my entire time on this book-notebook thing or something like that. To work on a group of memory makes me think of the old days. Sometimes, I’m getting sad and I remember I miss all of those happy days. Sometimes I notice my mistakes or the good and bad decisions I made. I recognize that I made many mistakes. In fact, I’m regretting now... now. I know that I should change myself. If I can change myself, I can be more valuable. I want to be bigger, brave and innocent. Papa wasn’t innocent, but he was big. That’s why he didn’t die. The people he was disturbing worked on him. I don’t want people to work on me.
            Sometimes I think about myself. Have I got any friends? No. Have I got anything to work on? Still no… When I was writing the memories, I wanted to list my friends, but I couldn’t. I don’t talk with people. They cannot understand me as long as I don’t talk with them. I know that I can talk, but I don’t want them to know this. If they knew that I could speak, they would ask me many things about myself. Also if they knew that I am able to hear and understand everything they talk about me, they wouldn’t be talking about myself in front of me and I wouldn’t be able to learn what they think about me. They rarely say bad things concerning me but I cannot react to them because if I react, they will understand that I’m lying. It really hurts to hear something bad about you and not being able to show any reaction.
            What can I do, sometimes? I want to change myself, but before this I should think about all the things I can remember. I will continue to write the book-like thing. Papa tells me to keep still, I want to keep still! I am going to do my job. No more regrets and no more pain. I don’t like to remember the old days, but I will remember. Maybe, after I pour all of my memories into the yellowish pages of this book-like thing I will be able to forget them. Who knows?
            That was the way I felt today. Take care of yourself.
            Goodbye!
Big Chief

A New Chapter for One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

A New Chapter for One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest
I ran to the forests. I saw many trees around me while I was running through the end of the forest. Red leaves, yellow leaves, the brown ones and the green ones… I saw the colors of the life. Where I was going? What I was going for? I cannot remember now. I just wanted to leave the institution. It was such a boring place. Every day, we were doing the same things. After you wake up, black boys shave you and Big Nurse lets you have breakfast. You go to a room where everybody sits and plays something.  You do nothing new. You are becoming more and more crazier.
I saw the end of the forest. There was a long lake. I couldn’t pass it with jumping to the other side. I had to swim. I didn’t put my clothes off because I didn’t want to walk naked. I jumped the lake and I swam to the other side. I didn’t like my clothes when they were wet. Before I continue walking, I lay down to the ground and waited my clothes to dry. 
I continued to walk. I became hungry but there were nobody and no place that I could find something to eat. So, I tried to find an orchard or just a plant that has fruit on it, but I couldn’t find. I walked alone and after an hour I saw a farm. I thought maybe the farmers would give me some food to eat. I walked until I reach the farm.
The door of the garden was very old. It was a wooden door and it wasn’t locked. In the garden, there were pigs and chickens. When I entered the garden the chickens crowed. The pigs smelled like dry blood. They seemed like monsters to me. I didn’t want to see them.  The owners of this farm were Thomas and Lilly. Thomas was a strong man and Lilly was a small woman. They gave me egg and bread to eat. Papa was eating egg every evening. He was drinking his tea while he was eating. They didn’t give me tea and I didn’t want tea from them.
Papa was hunting bird. He was good at that. I stayed at the farm and I started to teach how to hunt to Thomas. He was learning fast. Papa was telling me that I wasn’t good at hunting. I know that I am good at it. Thomas knows it too. It isn’t hard if you have a good dog. Papa was telling me that mongrel dogs are no count dogs.
I left the farm. Thomas and Lilly didn’t want me to go. I changed my way to the hills. 

How Does the Effect of War Shown in Literature

How Does the Effect of War Shown in Literature
            In history, war is often considered just a course of study seen mostly as the information contained diaries, letters, military reports and memories of people. If we research on the psychology of the people who were living at the times of the World War I, World War II, Vietnam War or Pearl Harbor, we can see that soldiers and society were deeply affected by the war. War, however, plays a much more active role throughout literature because of its affectivity. The major part of O’Brien’s story, “Ambush”, Joan Didion’s essay, “Letter from Paradise” and John Steinbeck’s essay, “Why Soldiers Won’t Talk”, show lasting impact of war on all members of society, not just immediate or only soldiers.
            O’Brien’s short story “Ambush” is a tale about a soldier who fought in the Vietnam War. The story begins when the man’s daughter wants to know if he had killed anyone. He lies to her, later telling us he had killed an enemy soldier. We learned throughout the story the narrator wished he had acted differently. During Vietnam war, last Friday a young Vietnamese man came out of the fog, carrying his weapon in one hand; muzzle down and moving calmly into the center of the trail. He saw a short, slender young man of about twenty. “I did not hate the young man; I did not ponder issues of morality or military or duty” (O’Brien). O’Brien expresses in this quote that had not felt anger to that soldier; he wanted to warn soldier as much as he wanted the soldier to go away but not kill him. The narrator was afraid of the soldier or afraid of something else; as the soldier passed him, he threw a grenade that exploded at the man's feet and killed him. The narrator says: “Sometimes I forgive myself, other times I don’t” (O’Brien). In this quote the narrator shows his regret and shame and these feelings made him hide the truth from his daughter. He was affected by the battle and later he understood that there is no reason to kill a person. To show his regret about war and to express his sadness he started to write stories.
Didion’s essay, “Letter from Paradise”, is about what Didion sees when she visits Pearl Harbor and the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific. In her essay she shows   how a person can be affected by war’s aftermath. She used the behaviors of passengers before they see the sunken boat to emphasize the affect of war on these people. At the beginning of the tour, Didion says that “The passengers comparing complaints about their tour directors and their accommodations” (Didion). In this quote Didion shows even though people were unaffected by de war at the beginning of the tour. She later describes everybody became quiet at Arizona, because they have seen the sunken ship and they were petrified when they have seen the aftermath of war.  She also describes the aftermath of the war doesn’t affect every generation. “The children pout that they would rather be at the beach” (Didion). Actually not everybody was affected, because the younger generations who didn’t experience the war weren’t affected by it. Didion was focused on the effects of war o the people. When she went the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific she sees a woman who lost her son 25 years ago. She describes the woman’s behaviors. “The leis were already wilting by the time the woman finally placed them on the grave, because for a long time she only stood there and twisted them in her hands”(Didion). She shows that even though 25 years has passed after a war, people still feel the pain of losing a relative during the war. They can forget the events happen during the war, but they cannot forget the victims of the war.
Steinbeck’s essay, “Why Soldiers Won’t Talk”, is about how the soldiers forget the memories and senses they had at the battle. He expresses the war is mentally traumatic for the soldiers, so the brain erases everything automatically. “The system provides the shields and then removes the memory” (Steinbeck). This quote shows us the soldiers’ brains block out all the memories and senses to preserve soldiers’ psychology, because if the soldiers remember everything, they wouldn’t fight again and they could regret. However, the soldiers don’t forget everything; they remember the pain they had. The soldiers don’t forget everything suddenly or they’re forgetting day by day. They felt a strong pain during the war and it is hard to forget everything. “Under the blast your eyeballs are so beaten … ears hurt, but then they become dull and all your other senses become dull, too” (Steinbeck). Steinbeck explains that the nerve ends beaten, ears shudder and unexpected sleep comes because all the senses become dull and all the nerves get injured. Steinbeck shows us even though the war hurts all the nerves of soldiers, they are fighting again and again because their brain erases everything during the sleep and that makes them available to fight again.
Consequently, the war somehow affects soldiers and civilians who are relatives of victims of the war. It affects their emotions; it becomes a wound on their heart which has been bleeding since they lost someone they loved. The soldiers can forget the people they killed. “Men in prolonged they seem to be reticent –perhaps they don’t remember very well” (Steinbeck). O’Brien shows the damage of war and to kill a man as the feeling of regret. The feeling of regret made the soldiers quiet as much as the war damages their memory and their psychology with making them quiet. All the soldiers and their relatives remember the war times, but the time passes fast and society’s memory fades. “The earth is raw and trampled in that part of the crater, but the grass grows fast, up there in the rain cloud” (Didion). The memories would be forgotten day by day and the wars become forgotten too.