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Monday, 6 December 2010

2010 aralık kpds sınavında sorulan paragraflardan biri okan emanet'in denemelerinin birindeki şaşırtıcı benzerlik...


Geçtiğimiz Pazar yapılan Kpds sınavının paragraf sorusu...

In antiquity, prior to the third century B.C., physics had been a branch of philosophy. It was made a separate, experimental science by Archimedes of Syracuse, who lived between 287 and 212 B.C.. He not only discovered the law of floating objects, or specific gravity, but also formulated with scientific exactness the principles of the lever, the pulley, and the screw. Among his memorable inventions were the compound pulley and the screw propeller for ships. Although he has been considered the greatest technical genius of antiquity, in fact he preferred to devote himself to pure scientific research. Tradition relates that he discovered "Archimedes' principle," that is, specific gravity, while pondering possible theories in his bath; when he reached his stunning insight, he dashed out naked into the street crying "Eureka!" ("I have found it!").

76. As one understands from the passage,
Archimedes was so thrilled by his unexpected discovery of specific gravity that —.
A) he immediately announced it to the public in an unusual fashion
B) he described every detail of it to the people with scientific exactness
C) the people in the street joined him in the celebration of his discovery
D) most of his contemporaries regarded it as a perfect example of pure scientific research
E) his theory of specific gravity was soon applied in shipbuilding

77. According to the passage, until Archimedes, —.
A) there had been some scientific research on the law of floating objects
B) physics had not been considered to be a science separate from philosophy
C) the use in ships of the screw propeller had already been known
D) various theories had been proposed about floating objects
E) the study of philosophy had been confined only to physics

78. As it is clear from the passage, Archimedes -—.
A) was so seriously concerned with technical issues that he often neglected his scientific research
B) can be described as a man who openly opposed the study of philosophy
C) was more interested in the theoretical aspect of science than in its practical uses
D) was particularly indifferent to questions of navigation and shipbuilding
E) taught the people of Syracuse how to use the compound pulley most efficiently


79. It is pointed out in the passage that Archimedes' inventions —.
A) were not related to the theories that he had
already formulated
B) have qualified him to be regarded as "the greatest genius of antiquity"
C) were put into use when, following several scientific tests, they proved to be very efficient
D) were all based on his theory of specific gravity, which he had been pondering for a long time
E) were described in detail in his writings

80. As clearly pointed out in the passage, like the principles of the pulley and the screw, the principle of the lever —.
A) has been traditionally attributed to Archimedes, but it had been known to other physicists in antiquity
B) can also be considered to be one of Archimedes' least scientific formulations
C) aroused so much interest in the public that he was rightly proud of his scientific discovery
D) was also defined by Archimedes in absolutely scientific terms
E) was formulated by Archimedes only after he carried out a series of complicated experiments

Okan Emanet'in 2010-2011 yılında hazırladığı 4. deneme sınavından...

Why do ships float on water when in fact they should sink? Why does paper float on water? Why does a paperweight sink? The answer to these questions was accidentally discovered 2200 years ago by the Greek inventor and mathematician, Archimedes. One day, while getting into his bath he noticed water spilling over the sides. In a flash, Archimedes realised the relation between the water that had fallen out and the weight of his body - in other words he discovered why some objects float and some sink! Archimedes was so excited with his discovery that he hopped out of the bath, and rushed naked into the street yelling triumphantly, 'Eureka!' 'Eureka!' (Greek word for 'I have found it!).

1) One can understand from the passage that the mystery related to floating of the paper in the water _____________________.

A) came into light more than two millennia before
B) is still occupying the scientists' mind in many aspects
C) could only be explained with some experiments
D) has thoroughly changed the approaches the explorers had to science
E) is the main reason why some inventors lost their lives by getting drowned

2) As seen from the example of Archimedes in the passage, _____________________.

A) all the inventors have found something by coincidence
B) the patents of some finds haven't found their owners, yet
C) the feeling of thrill might lead to uncontrollable actions
D) water's power to pick up does not bear any relation to other finds
E) many scientists were born to a very poor family

3) After reading the whole passage, one can come to the conclusion that _____________________.

A) in the past, people avoided having a bath in the bath-tub
B) Archimedes was a great mathematician but had problems with his mood
C) there were many inventors with basic health problems in Archimedes' time
D) the reason why some questions weren't solved was because of the lack of miracles
E) the various questions are all based on the same principle

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Chess Paragraph, dedicated to Poetiwife


Composed by AI SUNO

Merely intent on one miraculous word has become a lone paragraph,
There is an individual yelling the meaning of tomorrows in a miserable photograph,
A self-recognition in the stardom has fallen into a serfdom of pain-graph,
I am reading the lines of an etymologist’s biography under a subtle autograph,
Though profoundly wounded, the heart goes on breathing a beautified graph,
Totally aware of what’s going around, the poor man faces the attempt to laugh

Life is the game of a chess
Although people avoid the temptation to confess
“I love you” seems a casual sentence people don’t express
With pawns that look inefficient at the very beginning of press
The oncoming moments will certainly utter the aching stress
What you haven’t told today won’t find any address

‘cause tomorrow queens are bound to steal your belongings
The queens on the chess set will merely stet
The truth will charge you with deep heartaches...

The appearance of stars gets beautified with your presence
The darkness of the night becomes ugly with your absence

The mind and soul of the etymologist dance with the above-stated phrases
There have rested no poetry lines that characterize the shadow’s faces
I cannot find any stigma to put the rooks knights and king on chess places
The bishops incessantly fight within my all
Nevertheless, my ears are still after your once-call
Help me, poetiwife, help me get out of that chess-fall...

Written by
the master of loneliness
Okan Emanet

Monday, 15 November 2010

Kaderin Özü


Ömrünüzde size sunulan sorulara yanlış cevaplar verdiğiniz sürece, kaderin olumsuz taraflarıyla karşılaşmaya mahkûm olacaksınız

Okan Emanet

Monday, 8 November 2010

Identify Facts = IF, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Everybody needs a story in which realities dance into facts
They therefore struggle a brand-new stage on which love acts
Something from the past always drowns the words on their throats
Dreams are incredible vessels that cannot play the song of floats
As for me, I am but a metaphysical poet
That has only been bestowed to eternally regret
That has merely been dressed to achingly forget
What really matters in our world is to identify our facts
Tell me a story, my destiny, write up a new fate
Let it spark off with countless poor ifs...

The lines of any poem resemble your eyes,
The shining stars worship upon your paradise,
The meaning of life dances with your once glance,
Let this body and soul die for your stance...

If there weren't a volcano erupting on and on in my left part,
that soul in the river of hell wouldn't be leading a life by art...

If she hadn't risen into my world,
another fact could have smiled by Lord...

Written by Okan Emanet
the art of loneliness...

Monday, 27 September 2010

Gizemli şair


Composed by AI SUNO


Anlat bana ey içimdeki gizemli şair
Yaz benim için; ayrılıklara dair
Kelimelerle oyna, çıkar ortaya bu yalan dünyayı
En acımasız ifadeleri seç, yok et bu rüyayı

Bir gölün hiç kıpırdamayan tavrı gibi
Etrafımdaki gölgeler...
Güneşin ateşiyle çaresiz bırakışı gibi
İçimdeki bölgeler...

Bulamıyorum seni o dipsiz kuyuda
Yalnızlığın üstadı
Çaldılar yalnızlığımı; hayat veren suyu da

Kaleminden ağlasın bu çaresiz edebiyat
Damlasın yüreğime sıcacık ab-ı hayat
Her tende hüküm süren tek saltanat;
Giydikleri tek maske; "çalış" denilen nakarat
Uyandır beni çaresizliğimden ey şair
Oku benim için; mutluluğa dair...

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Cenazenin Sessizliği - 3




Haykırışlar acı haber alınınca başlar yürekte,
Bir cenazenin resmidir ulaşılmazlığı tasvir eden,
Elleri semaya açtığında ise yağacak olan sensizliğin kasırgası,
Omuzlarda taşınan sensizliğin havasızlığında kalan bir beden,
Susuzlukta çürümeye başlayan bir çiçekte,
Bir cenazenin sessiz çığlığı damlar yeryüzüne

Bir yangın yeridir cenaze töreni,
Çok olur hem gideni hem de geleni,
Herkes bilse de bu felaketin nedenini,
Dudaklar kitlenmiştir; haykıramazlar seni,
Yazamaz olur kalem, mürekkep tutmaz kâğıt,
Bir cenazenin sessizliği olur ancak bu ağıt,
Sesler gizlenir örtülen yüzlerin arkasına,
Yetmeyecektir bugün, kalacaktır elbet yarına;
Taşıyacakları kavram, bilinmeyen bir cümle: Ağla! Gölgelerin sabrına...



Şiir-Eşime ithaf edilmiştir..
Yazan
Okan Emanet

Cenazenin Sessizliği -2




Mercan kayalarının acı ile dolu yaşam mücadelesidir kirletilmiş dünyaya karşı
Kalbinin yollarına ulaşamazlığım,
Can çekişen bedenin göğüs kafesindeki dansıdır sensizliğim,
Kalemimin ise raksıdır sadece gerçek hislerimin üzerinde
Mezardaki cesedin donmuş nefes alışıdır sensizliğim...
Bir cenazenin sağır eden sessizliğidir yine ellerini tutamayışım,
Gözlerinin denizinde kaybolmak isteyişimdir toprağın hasret kokan damlaları
Hayalimdi yanında yer almak, bir nehrin kıyıya ulaşmak isteyişi gibi,
Geriye kalan şimdi sensizliğin yarattığı cenazenin ıssız sessizliğidir...

Melekler kanatsız konar toprağın örttüğü bu ruha,
Yaşamak istediği bir rüya olsa da mabeddir bir cenazenin sessizliği,
Aşık bir insanın suçlanılmasıdır verilebilecek en büyük ceza,
Küçük bir kapta alevin çırpınışıdır,
Bir cenazede gözlerden akan yaşlar
Kumların arasında ağıt yakan taşlar
Ve sessizliğin haykırışları başlar.

Seven bir bedendir sevdiğinin arkasından sigara yakacak olan,
İçine çektiği zehirdir yalnızlık; dışarı verdiği kocaman bir yalan,
Çaresiz gölgelerin takip ettiği sadece simsiyah bir duman,
Acıyı gözlerde yaşarlar, ama ümit ettikleri ise sade bir zaman,
Üç nokta koyarlar öğrenemedikleri bu hüzün kokan hikâyeye...



Şiir-Eşime ithaf edilmiştir..

Yazan
Okan Emanet

Sunday, 15 August 2010

DUYURU

Geçtiğimiz yıllarda hazırlamakta olduğum öğrencilerimin nereleri kazandığı videosunu ve listesini bu sene yapmayacağım. Bu durumdan çıkarılacak önemli dersler var. Düşünebilene tabi...



Okan EMANET
Teacher of English - Etymologist

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Cenazenin Sessizliği 1, Şiir eşime ithaf edilmiştir...





Bir cenazenin çığlığıdır yaşamın ölüm hikâyesi,
Bir şelalenin yürekleri dağlayan melodisidir gölgelerin gözlerinden akan yaşlar,
Ölmek değildir önemli olan ya da yaşamak değildir,
Vicdanlarda sadece iki kelime vardır kanı artık akmayan ceset için:
İyi adamdı...

Her vücut bir gölge taşır,
Yarınlara bırakmak istediği bir mutluluk peşindedir,
Gerçekler mutlu olmanın efendisidir,
Ancak gölgeler hayallerinin arkasındadır,
Bir gizem vardır adım atışlarında ve sonu hayal kırıklığıdır hikâyelerinin esas teması.

Sessiz bir çığlıktır aslında cenazede sadece duyulan,
kulaklar sağırlaşmıştır artık timsah gözyaşı dökenlerin arkasında,
kapkara gözlüklerinin arkasında bir veda gizlidir,
ölenin arkasından kendilerince bir şeyler söylerler,
işte bu cenazenin asıl sessizliğidir.

cenazenin sağır eden sessizliğidir sensizliğim, simsiyah bulutlar gibi dağlanır yüreğim...

Ey merhemim parmaklarımın arasında kayan kalemim,
duygularımın perdesinde kaybolan sözlerim,
yazamazsın neler hissettiğimi,
senin hızın yetişmez kalbimin kelimelerine,
bir cenazenin sessizliğidir notalara dökebileceğin,
uzat mürekkebini toprağın yeni sakinine,
doldursun seni lale kokan kan damlalarıyla,
bir gizemdi beni yaşatan geriye kalan buz parçalarından oluşan nefesin çığlıklarıdır.

Yazan : Yalnızlığın Üstadı
Okan Emanet


Saturday, 7 August 2010

The Silence of a funeral, Dedicated to POETIWIFE




A body filled with the stars of your appearance
Has fallen on the soil, bleeding at people's glance
Something is getting brown on his face; the crowds of ants
One day, this corpse is going to feed the lovely plants
The leaves of the flowers hold the tears of my funeral
Whereas the beloved gather around me during the burial
Nobody can touch me, even the hands of my Poetiwife
Nobody can see me, even the eyes of my life
Nobody can...

"I have had enough of you",
"My absence will be your penalty",
"Only because of you do I not exist beside you"
The above-mentioned statements will be on my gravestone
The story of a man who spent his life all alone
Will never again touch the buttons on the phone
Nobody will listen to me, the ever-weeping tone
Even the ears of my Chimera will not reach my sun,
Everybody will merely talk about me on their own run

Beget a son, Lo! The mothers
A son who will do much more than this poor
A son that will realize what is lying under this core
A son that manages to find out the right sentence
A son that will be away from my own sense

Beget a daughter Lo! The mothers
A daughter that carries the eyes of my unborn child
A daughter who dances with grace and becomes mild
A daughter that teaches how to stop being wild
A daughter that will resemble my Poetiwife

Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan Emanet

Bu şiir yazdığım son şiir olacak. Artık şiirle ilgilenmiyorum...

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

The Brutal Time, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Composed by AI SUNO


For anyone to challenge love, it is necessary to be sad
You carry the ashes along your heart you have to add
Time becomes a callous instructor, leading to go mad
Who has come before will go by who is passing by their hat
Among the traces I have collected throughout the years
This poor being has harboured at yousport with the tears
While cleansing what has bled my soul, I hold the fears
Into the reflection on my heart, there is a melody
Opening any surrounding with the same key and beauty
The lack of your face here and there places the fury
A term rises in my spirit; namely, the "abetsence"
The chaos left behind can be illuminated with chance
That the game of destiny displays your brilliant glance
Thoughts are the meal I once ate on your eyes,
Which turns out to be the way I become consider-ate
Politeness is the natural effect of my love-paradise
Memorizing every phrase is the master of my mere fate
The boisterous rivers are full of your smiling way
I am in the world in which not to stay
Find my road that runs towards your kingdom
Your absence will only make me live in serfdom

Written by the master of loneliness,

Okan EMANET

Monday, 2 August 2010

Kneeling for your ways, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Composed by AI SUNO


When told to hold a pen in order to write a poem,
The sacred feeling over the mountains asks who I am
In response, that being is water flowing with soul,
Carrying the pieces of rocks that will never stay cool

Initiate me with glance,
Fabricate me with one stance,
Litigate me to the divinity-sense,
Subjugate me head over heels

Whether a mountain or a bay in the horizon,
Love is a sword enabling one to have fights
No matter which day brings another season,
The world has already swum with your lights

Hold a pen, My Poetiwife
Have a seat by my life
Stick the bleeder-knife
The heart will only spell
And therefore will tell
"Life without you is uniquely hell"


Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET

Sunday, 1 August 2010

My Chimera, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Composed by AI SUNO


Sitting at the doorstep of the destiny,
The rhyming soul sheds the tears of blood
There is no sound coming from the tune of humanity
And shine the very existence of a lady on my plot
The hands, faces and feet are washed away with a language
The lines throughout my being are only home to an adage
"Create a fate including the nature of my POETIWIFE"
The inks of my pen are going to and fro in my life
Your one statement whispers the entrance to paradise
As I am littering the ashes of cigarette packed with eyes,
Among them sun-rise the layers of my dream-like star
Alongside the kerbs of my heart walks merely splendid scar,
Which doesn't give any pain but reveals how we are
Let all the drops of rain fall on my head,
I am in pursuit of you whether alive or dead
If there is a day under the name of tomorrow,
Let it smell of your breath on the very morrow;
Otherwise, I will get submersed in the pool of sorrow
I have a palace in my heart
The resident of which is my Chimera-lady
The walls of which are heaven-tint
You are my sole seven-heaven
I feed on so-all-ul
I Bet you will be Ok with my Pen forever!

Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET

Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Soul as a whole, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Composed by AI SUNO









Owning a heart without any expectations is my literature,
When it comes to the sound of the lovely nature,
The veins on the leaves of soul draw your picture
On its reflection appears my unique teacher



Love resembles an empty paper you hang on the moon;
That's why your pen cries with inks and tears alone
Patience might make you a patient suffering from any tune
Think about a remedy that will emerge so soon

Love me as a whole,
Though there isn't even a reason;
Love me as a whole,
'cause love is putting piles of bricks on me

Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET

Tuesday, 27 July 2010

Person's Effect: My Perfect, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Just as God controls all His sons in the rhyme of universe,
We are called "Per-son" in the realm of any verse
And the resulting effect is the divine mood and ease
The individuals get a sacred shelter in case of tease
The combination of person with the effect is our being perfect,
Which altogether explains why my soul feeds on your fact
If required to reach a healthy characterization on your eyes,
That spirit is obliged to be embodied into Shakespearean size;
Besides, that existence is bound to play the role of Poe's cries
Nothing can compare with the way you smile,
Nor is there any sonnet equipped with intonation-mile
In between the lines of all the stanzas emerges your stance,
Forcing that pen to note down the manner your perform a glance
Per-heart cannot stay apart 'cause your breath is my part
Not a morning can wear daylight unless a sentence smells your start
My mere magic in that world;
Soulize me, realize me, recognize me, have a paradise in me, Betulize me, re-size me, thouprize me as a whole
Let that heart be perfect in your very being...

Sunday, 25 July 2010

Betulip, dedicated to POETIWIFE


Over the valleys of my heart extends a new flower,
Throughout the empire of lonesome plants grows an unusual clover
The prophecy to be uttered is a sure star for any evil eye,
Whereby an excellent waterfall arouses a lie and tie
You are my beauty, the name of whom is Betulip
Let me sigh over, shining every morning so as to have a love-clip
Let me water my leaves that are about to wither and slip
Intensify the inner and outer part of the world, let it be tulip
There is a world lying here; let it die out through your lip

You've glanced at me before,
But I certainly need much more;
Otherwise, I am standing at your door

Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET

Saturday, 24 July 2010

The Failure of etymology, dedicated to POETIWIFE


There is no talented characterization for the grace on your eyes,
Nor is there equivalence in the kingdom of miraculous paradise
Every field of etymology becomes disabled in front of your glance;
What you have left as a trace over me is written in my own sense
The wind over my head is performing a hilarious and blissful dance
Nights are in pursuit of your shining star,
Whereas your absence is growing as a big scar
Heal my soul with your ever-sparkling presence;
Otherwise, my veins are drowned into the sea-lance
Even though the bard of all the poets struggle to create a phrase,
There only arise several anonymities and the thunderous maze
The origin of every word carries something from your very existence;
Besides, the lurking bodies' movement speaks of your nameless stance
Lo! The founder of the universe
Draw me a picture smelling of a wonderful verse
Your scent has turned into a palace of heaven screaming of hers


Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Bathing in tears..., dedicated to POETIWIFE


With the same song on and on for a long time,
With a heart utterly away from each life's rhyme,
With the loads of tears dropping in a bleeding way,
With the awesome knife in my hand drawing my say,
With the heartache never to be seen on any x-ray,

I am bathing in the pool of tear-drop of my own
Handkerchiefs have had my eyes' blood flown
There is a kind of charge over my soul
I have deleted the mindfulness as a whole

Written by the master of loneliness,

Okan EMANET

Thursday, 15 July 2010

Beyond the clouds, dedicated to POETIWIFE


I am a man with countless wounds in the heartache kingdom
As a crying baby suffers from tortures in the camp of serfdom
All around by bleed and feed soul exists only one word "boredom"
Among the cold bushes of the crowds, I demand to be your freedom

Having released what is kept as a secret to your heart,
That man is huddling round the fire, yelling to be your other part
Uniting all the dispersed traces of love will be my main art,
Whereas the trains of my soul are equipped but told apart

Such an excellence has God drawn upon your face,
Behind the curtains of mystery and beyond the love-maze
Waiting for your presence with sheer patience and to surface
Ready to annihilate the borders circling around the bliss-lace

Before too late,
Let us go for this fate,
Against every rate,
Come under the tent of state,
Save me up to your smile and laughter
'cause I feel so cold and slender
'cause I am about to surrender

Written by the master of loneliness
Okan EMANET

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Head Over Heels, dedicated to my POETIWIFE


While flowing down with the mysterious essence,
The rivers and streams release what can be called your sense
All around the steps of the valleys shines the sun of your beauty,
Pointing the inner and outer parts of what is missing in me
Here and there, there is only one word rising; my Poetiwife
I've added myself sufficiently with the real meaning of life

Your eyes are the palace of freedom in my soul,
Your face is the expression of future in my heart,
Your voice is the sense of bliss for my all
As you see, my rhymerstar
I am head over heels in love with you...

Even though one day my body will leave that earth,
The rocks and mountains will go on screaming my eternal oath
The drops splashing the seaside will start to weep on your ways
From time to time, in between the kerbs of your walking and also for days
You will realize that the rate of my love will bleed in every aspect
The heaven or hell is going to salute my comings with their respect

Your manner is the way I behave,
Your style is what I've got to crave,
Your view is my magic
As you see,
I'm head over heels in love with you...

Written by the master of loneliness
Okan EMANET