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Cek gazeteci, yazar ve sair Jan Nepomuk Neruda’nin olum yildonumu (22 Agustos 1891)
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“Erkekler, kendilerine en ufak bir ilgisi olmadigi halde, her kadini kiskanir.”
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“Hicbir okuyucunun bir soru sormadigini biliyorum. Bir yazar, okuyucularina onun iyiligine zorlamalidir”.
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“En azindan birisi kendinden bahsettiginde, biri tutkulu, iyi bilgilendirilmis ve ozeldir.”
“Hic kimse yeni fikirler olmadan edebiyata girme hakkina sahip degildir. / No one has the right to enter literature without fresh new ideas.”
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Amerikali sair, kisa oyku yazari, elestirmen, sivil haklar savunucusu ve gazeteci (Dorothy Rothschild) Dorothy Parker'in dogum yildonumu (22 Agustos 1893)
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" ‘Saate son kez bakiyorum; bir daha bakmayacagim. Yediyi on geciyor. Saat beste telefon edecegini soylemisti. ‘Saat beste seni ararim sevgilim.’ ‘Sevgilim’¯ sozcugunu o zaman kullanmisti sanirim. Evet, eminim o zamandi. Biliyorum, bana iki kez ‘Sevgilim’ dedi. Oburu ‘hosca kal’derken cikmisti agzindan. ‘Hosca kal sevgilim.’ Mesguldu, is yerinde fazla konusamazdi, fakat bana iki kez ‘Sevgilim’dedi. Benim onu telefonla aramami uygunsuz bulmus olamaz. Biliyorum, onlara telefon edip duramazsiniz, bundan hoslanmazlar. Boyle yaptiginizda onlari dusundugunuzu ve yanlarinda olmak istediginizi anlarlar, bu da onlarin sizden nefret etmelerine neden olur. Fakat uc gundur konusmamistim onunla, tam uc gundur. Aradigimda tek yaptigim hatirini sormakti. Herhangi birinin yapabilecegi bir seydi bu. Aramami uygunsuz bulmus olamaz. Onu rahatsiz ettigimi dusunmus olamaz. ‘Hayir, etmiyorsun tabii,’ dedi, sonra da beni arayacagini soyledi. Bunu soylemek zorunda degildi. Beni aramasini istemedim ki ondan; dogru bu, istemedim, eminim istemedim. Beni arayacagini soyledigi halde aramaz olur mu hic? Bunu dusunemem. Bunu yapmasina izin verme Tanrim, lutfen izin verme!
‘Saat beste seni ararim sevgilim.’ ‘Hosca kal sevgilim.’ Mesguldu, acelesi vardi, cevresi kalabalikti, fakat iki kez ‘Sevgilim’ dedi bana. Benim bu, benim; onu bir daha hic gormesem bile benim. Fakat yetmez bu; onu tekrar gormezsem hicbir sey yetmez. Tanrim, ne olur onu tekrar goreyim, lutfen. O denli ozluyorum ki onu! Tanrim, iyi bir insan olacagim. Onu tekrar gormemi saglarsan daha iyi olmaya calisacagim, soz, bana telefon etmesini saglarsan; n' olur, simdi arasin beni."
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" ‘This is the last time I'll look at the clock. I will not look at it again. It's ten minutes past seven. He said he would telephone at five o'clock. ‘I'll call you at five, darling.’ I think that's where he said ‘darling.’ I'm almost sure he said it there. I know he called me ‘darling’ twice, and the other time was when he said good-by. ‘Good-by, darling.’ He was busy, and he can't say much in the office, but he called me ‘darling’ twice. He couldn't have minded my calling him up. I know you shouldn't keep telephoning them--I know they don't like that. When you do that they know you are thinking about them and wanting them, and that makes them hate you. But I hadn't talked to him in three days-not in three days. And all I did was ask him how he was; it was just the way anybody might have called him up. He couldn't have minded that. He couldn't have thought I was bothering him. "No, of course you're not," he said. And he said he'd telephone me. He didn't have to say that. I didn't ask him to, truly I didn't. I'm sure I didn't. I don't think he would say he'd telephone me, and then just never do it. Please don't let him do that, God. Please don't.
‘I'll call you at five, darling.’ ‘Good-by, darling.,' He was busy, and he was in a hurry, and there were people around him, but he called me ‘darling’ twice. That's mine, that's mine. I have that, even if I never see him again. Oh, but that's so little. That isn't enough. Nothing's enough, if I never see him again. Please let me see him again, God. Please, I want him so much. I want him so much. I'll be good, God. I will try to be better, I will, If you will let me see him again. If You will let him telephone me. Oh, let him telephone me now."
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"Bana o ses tonuyla bakma"
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Yildiz hos bir nafaka verecek,
Neyim ben ki sececek?
Ah, gunah cikartan bir ruh mu olacak,
Kucuk tokali ayakkabilar mi ancak?
Bir alyans mi dilemeli
Isiltili ve zarif ve degirmi,
Ya da rica mi etsem ortusunu gondermeni
Yeni bellenmis bir hoyugun?
Zarif isilti, altin mi
Istesem yoksa yuzen gemiler mi,
Yoksa her daim lanet mi okusam
Bir cift yalanci dudaga?
Ister salin alcakta istersen yuksekte,
Ister son istersen yan sicacik;
Tek dilegimi soylemeye cesaretim yok-
Onu bana bagislamandan korkarim.
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Amerikali kisa oyku yazari Kate Chopin'in olum yildonumu (22 Agustos 1904)
"Anac kadinlar; onlar cocuklarini putlastiran, kocalarina tapinan ve kendilerini birey olarak bir kenara koyup yardimci melekler gibi kanatlar cikarmayi kutsal bir ayricalik sayan kadinlardi."
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"The mother women, they were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels."
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Amerikali korku ve bilim kurgu yazari Ray Douglas Bradbury'nin dogum yildonumu (22 Agustos 1920)
"Sansliyiz ki onun gibi acayip kisiler cok SIK olmuyor. Onlarin bircogunu gec olmadan, daha tomurcukken nasil ayiklayacagimizi biliyoruz. Bir evi civisiz ve ahsapsiz insa edemezsin. Eger bir evin yapilmasini istemiyorsan, ahsap ve civileri sakla. Eger politik bakimdan mutsuz bir adam istemiyorsan, kaygilandiracak bir soruda ona iki bakis acisi verme, birini ver. Daha da iyisi verme. Birak savas gibi bir seyin var oldugunu unutsun. Eger Devlet yetersizse, havaleliyse ve vergi delisiyse, insanlarin Devlet uzerine endiselenmesindense birak boyle olsun. Huzur, Montag. Onlara yarismalar duzenle, en populer sarkilarin sozlerini, devletlerin baskentlerini veya Iowa'da gecen yil ne kadar misir yetistirildigini bilerek kazansinlar. Onlari patlamalarina neden olmayacak bilgilerle doldur, oyle lanet olasi 'olaylarla'¯ tika basa yap ki, kendilerini bilgileriyle gercekten 'zeki' hissetsinler. Sonra dusunduklerini hissedecekler, hic kimildamadan hareket ettikleri hissine kapilacaklar ve mutlu olacaklar, cunku bu tur olaylar degismezler. Olaylarin baglantilarini kurmalari icin onlara felsefe veya sosyoloji gibi kaypak seyler verme. O zaman melankolik olurlar. Bugunlerde bir cok adamin yapabildigi gibi, TV duvarini ayirip tekrar birlestiren kisi, insani kaba, hayvansi hissettirmeden olculup bicilemeyecek olan evreni olcup bicmeye calisan kisiden daha mutludur. Biliyorum, ben denedim. Cehenneme kadar yolu var. Sen kuluplerini ve partilerini, akrobatlarini ve sihirbazlarini, gozupek adamlarini, jet arabalarini, motorsiklet helikopterlerini, seks ve eroini, otomatik refleksle yapilacak her seyi getir onlara." Fahrenheit 451
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"Luckily, queer ones like her don't happen, often. We know how to nip most of them in the bud, early. You can't build a house without nails and wood. If you don't want a house built, hide the nails and wood. If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the Government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely `brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely. I know, I've tried it; to hell with it. So bring on your clubs and parties, your acrobats and magicians, your dare-devils, jet cars, motorcycle helicopters, your sex and heroin, more of everything to do with automatic reflex."
"Hayir, hic mutlu degildi. Mutlulugunu bir maske gibi takmisti. / No, non era felice. Egli portava la sua felicitą come una maschera."
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Isvecli ressam Anders Leonard Zorn'un olum yildonumu (22 Agustos 1920)
Woman in a boat, 1917
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Turk sair Umit Yasar Oguzcan’in dogum yildonumu (22 Agustos 1926)
Ben senin en cok sesini sevdim
Bugulu cogu zaman, taze bir ekmek gibi
Once aska cagiran, sonra dinlendiren
Bana her zaman dost, her zaman sevgili
Ben senin en cok ellerini sevdim
Bir pinar serinliginde, kucucuk ve ak pak
Nice guzellikler gordum yeryuzunde
En guzeli bir sabah ellerinle uyanmak
Ben senin en cok gozlerini sevdim
Kah cocukca mavi, kah inadina yesil
Aydinliklar, esenlikler, mutluluklar
Hicbiri gozlerin kadar anlamli degil
Ben senin en cok gulusunu sevdim
Sevindiren, icimde umut cicekleri actiran
Unutturur bana birden acilari, guclukleri
Dunyam aydinlanir sen guldugun zaman
Ben senin en cok davranislarini sevdim
Gucsuze merhametini, zalime direnisini
Haksizliklar, zorbaliklar karsisinda
Vahsi ve magrur bir disi kaplan kesilisini
Ben senin en cok sevgi dolu yuregini sevdim
Tum cocuklara kanat geren anneligini
Nice sevgilerin bir pula satildigi bir dunyada
Sensin, her seyin ustunde tutan sevdigini
Ben senin en cok bana yansimani sevdim
Bende yeniden var olmani, benimle butunlesmeni
Mertligini, yalansizligini, dupdurulugunu sevdim
Ben seni sevdim, ben seni sevdim, ben seni...
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What I love most about you -
Your voice
it is like fresh bread
when you call me 'love'
I want to eat you then
Your hands
cool as spring water, small and white
in my hands when I wake up in the morning
Your eyes
sometimes sky blue, sometimes greenish
shining, mischievous, mirthful, flirting
their glances melt my heart
Your smiles
they grow fresh flowers inside me
they ease my pains, give me hope
Your attitude
merciful to the weak, you stand for justice
in your heart you are a tigress
Your heart
always full of love
brimming with motherhood
others sell love for a penny
you hold it above everything
Your thoughts
you live in me, you merge with me
you are honest, pure, faithful, loveful
I love you, love you, love you
always I love you...
