For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

A little bit of Turkish: Anahtar (Key) Kapı (Door) Altın (Gold) Büyük (Big) Küçük (Small) Açık (Open)

Altın anahtar her kapıyı açar.
The golden key opens every door.

Her kapının bir anahtarı vardır.
For every door there is a key.

Küçük anahtar büyük kapı açar.
A small key opens a big door.

The image of the pope above is from the Tarot de Paris: a deck from Paris made in the first half of the 17th century by an unknown cardmaker.

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