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        <dc:title>Towards the Smoothed Word - Where We Write From</dc:title>
        <dc:creator>Akay, Büşra</dc:creator>
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        <dc:subject>AI</dc:subject>
        <dc:subject>Artificial Intelligence</dc:subject>
        <dc:subject>Behind the Scenes</dc:subject>
        <dc:subject>Legal Academia</dc:subject>
        <dc:subject>Neutrality</dc:subject>
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        <dc:description>İnsan olmaya geldim – I have come to be human. The line goes back to Nimri Dede, a folk poet from a village near Elazığ. If you know it, you probably know it in the voice of Arif Sağ, who turned the poem into one of the best-known spiritual songs of the Alevi-Bektashi tradition. Each stanza ends on the same rhyme: Özde, in the core. Sözde, in the word. Yüzde, in the face. İzde, in the trace. Közde, in the embers. Registers of becoming human, listed one after another, none struck out or played off against the others – like a refusal to split being human into a part fit to be shown and a part one merely brings along. The academic world I work in often demands the opposite movement. It demands the split: bring the word, leave the core at home.</dc:description>
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