Living on Blue Days

Living on Blue Days

November 15, 2016

The depressing thing about autumn is feeling, with great clarity, how fast time passes. A couple of weeks ago, the tree facing me had emerald green leaves with only small flecks of yellow. A

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Sincerely, L. Cohen

Sincerely, L. Cohen

November 15, 2016

As the cold weather arrives in our city, the music we all listen to changes. Upbeat guitar riffs leave my ears to soothing piano melodies, which bring winter to my playlists. I think the

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The Roof of the World

The Roof of the World

November 8, 2016

I had not known what to expect, though my hopes were high. I had heard many wonderful things about the place, and many concerns as well. However, as the plane landed in the luscious

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On the Earth Itself

On the Earth Itself

November 8, 2016

This time I have something to say not of art or literature, but of space-age misery: I am speaking of the humble black earth as it is slowly stripped naked, burnt dead and dark

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On the Best of Cem Karaca and Barış Manço

On the Best of Cem Karaca and Barış Manço

November 8, 2016

I was very late in meeting my deadline this week, so I had to put this column together very quickly. I decided to use it to discuss some of my favorite songs and albums

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Part 3: On Caring Deeply

Part 3: On Caring Deeply

November 1, 2016

Part 3: On Caring Deeply This is the last part of a three-part column about my summer in Kashmir. You can read the previous two parts online at http://bilnews.bilkent.edu.tr/category/opinions/. It has been a month

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A Friend Recently Asked Me

A Friend Recently Asked Me

October 24, 2016

A friend recently asked me, and not for the first time, what civilizations I would like to be able to witness if I could, as a spectator traveling through history. Two answers to this

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On “Howl”

On “Howl”

October 24, 2016

On “Howl” This piece is on is Allen Ginsberg’s wild, wonderful ode to youthful obscenity in all its waste and destruction. Written in an unruly, uproarious hand, the poem crawls with all the parts

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