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George Lucas'in yonettigi, Richard Dreyfuss, Ron Howard ve Paul Le Mat'in basrollerini paylastigi komedi-drama Genclik Yillari (American Graffiti) 2 Agustos 1973'de Isvicre, Locarno Film Festival'inde gosterime girdi.
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Avusturya asilli Alman yonetmen, senaryo yazari, film yapýmcisi Fritz Lang'in olum yildonumu (2 Agustos 1976)
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Amerikali hard rock, progresive rock grubu Boston, 2.studyo albumu Don't Look Back'i 2 Agustos 1978'de Epic Records etiketiyle piyasaya surdu.
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Amerikali Efsane glam metal grubu Poison, cikis albumu Look What The Cat Dragged In'i 2 Agustos 1986'da Enigma Records etiketiyle piyasaya surdu.
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Amerikali kisa hikaye yazari ve sair Raymond Clevie Carver'in olum yildonumu (2 Agustos 1988)
"Derken o cumartesi sabahi, durumu yineledigimiz bir gecenin ardindan uyandik. Gozlerimizi actik ve yatakta donup birbirimize iyice baktik. Ikimiz de o an anladik. Bir seylerin sonuna gelmistik ve onemli olan, nereden yeni bir baslangic yapacagimizi bulmakti. Kalkip giyindik, kahve ictik ve bu konusmayi yapmaya karar verdik. Hicbir sey sozumuzu kesmeyecekti. Ne telefon. Ne musteriler. Teacher's'i iste o zaman aldim. Kapiyi kilitleyip buz, bardaklar ve siselerle ust kata ciktik. Ilk olarak renkli televizyon seyredip biraz oynastik ve alt katta calan telefonu umursamadik. Yemek icin odadan cikip otomattan peynirli cips aldik. Tuhaf bir sekilde her sey olabilecekken, her seyin zaten oldugunu fark ettik." Ask Konustugumuzda Ne Konusuruz
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"Poi quel sabato mattina ci svegliammo dopo averci rimuginato su tutta la notte. Aprimmo gli occhi e ci girammo nel letto. A quel punto lo sapevamo tutti e due. Avevamo toccato il fondo di qualcosa, e adesso si trattava di capire da dove ricominciare. Ci alzammo, ci vestimmo, bevemmo il caffè e decidemmo di parlare. Senza nessuna interruzione. Niente telefonate. Niente clienti. Fu allora che presi il Teacher's. Chiudemmo a chiave la porta e salimmo al piano di sopra con ghiaccio, bicchieri e bottiglie. In un primo momento guardammo la televisione a colori giocherellando un po e lasciando che il telefono di sotto suonasse. Per mangiare scendemmo a prendere patatine al formaggio dal distributore automatico. C'era questa strana sensazione che tutto potesse succedere ora che capivamo che tutto era successo."
"Bildigim bir sey varsa -ki var- insan dogasiyla ilgili en ufak bir sey biliyorsam, onun bensiz yasayamayacagini biliyorum. Bana geri donecek. Hem de yakinda. Yakinda olsun.Hayir, hicbir konuda hicbir sey bilmiyorum, hicbir zaman da bilmedim. Temelli gitti. Oyle. Hissedebiliyorum. Gitti ve asla geri donmeyecek. Nokta. Bir daha asla. Sokakta bir yerlerde karsilasmadikca onu tekrar gormeyecegim." Fil
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"If I know anything--and I do--if I know the slightest thing about human nature, I know she won't be able to live without me. She'll come back to me. And soon. Let it be soon. No, I don't know anything about anything, and I never did. She's gone for good. She is. I can feel it. Gone and never coming back.Not ever. I won't see her again, unless we run into each other on the street somewhere."
Amerikali roman yazari Norman Fitzroy Maclean'in olum yildonumu (2 Agustos 1990)
"Her ne kadar kimse cimlerin ustundeki ihtisam anini geri getirmese de cicegin gorkemi icin yas tutmayacagiz.Cunku geride kalanlar bize guc verecek. / Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass. Of glory in the flower, we will grieve not. Rather find strength in what remains behind."
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"Birisinden nefret etmeye baslarken gecirilen ilk evrelerden biri de sanirim o kisiyle aranizda konusacak birseyler kalmamasidir. / I suppose that an early stage in coming to hate someone is just running out of things to talk about."
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Amerikali roman, deneme yazari ve Jack Kerouac ve Allen Ginsberg ile birlikte Beat Akimi'ni baslatan yazarlardan biri olan William S. Burroughs'un olum yildonumu (2 Agustos 1997)
"Seni kategorize etmeye calisirlar. Seni kendi kafalarindaki resme uydurmak isterler ve uymazsan cok bozulurlar. Bir seyler yapabilmeye ne denli yakin oldugunu gormektir yazi; butun sanatlarin amaci budur. Insan baska ne ister ki, ne zannederle, inanmadigin bir yolda yurumek isteyecegini mi dusunurler? Bence sanatcilar dunyayi ele gecirmeli cunku bir seyler yapabilecek yegane insanlar onlar. Gazete sayfalarindan cikma politikacilarin bunu bizden almasina neden izin verelim?"
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"They try to categorize you. They want to see their picture of you and if they don't see their picture of you they're very upset. Writing is seeing how close you can come to make it happen, that's the object of all art.I think the most important thing in the world is that the artists should take over this planet because they're the only ones who can make anything happen. Why should we let these fucking newspaper politicians take over from us?"
Bruce Willis, Haley Joel Osment ve Toni Collette'in basrollerini paylastigi drama-gizem-gerilim Altinci His (The Sixth Sense - Il sesto senso) 2 Agustos 1999'da Philadelphia, Pennsylvania'da gosterime girdi.
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"Hani bazen bosluga dusermis gibi hissedersin ya. Ama aslinda oldugun yerde duruyorsundur. Hani bazen ensendeki tuyler kalkar ya ve kollarindaki kucuk tuylerde. Iste bunu onlar yapiyor. Kizdiklari zaman bizi urpertiyorlar."
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"Sometimes you feel it inside. Like you're falling down real fast,but you're really just standing still. You ever feel prickly things on the back of your neck? And the tiny hairs on your arm. Are they all standing up? When they get mad, it gets cold."
Sirbistan asilli Amerikali sair Charles Simic, 29 Eylul’den itibaren gecerli olacak 15. Amerikan Devlet Sairiligine 2 Agustos 2007'de secildi.
“Ben daha sumuklu bir cocukken, ismim Ovid, Horace, Catallus, Sextus, Propertius ve Martial idi. Uzmanlik alanim, ciddiyi onemsizle, ucariyi yuce gonulluyle karistirmakti. Tanrisal bir bas belasiydim. Soyle dizeler yazdim:
Koltuguna otururken o, hemen bul bir tabure.
Cikar terliklerini, o zarif ayaklarini uzatsin diye
Ya da
her kim saymak istiyorsa.
yataginizdaki ask oyunlarini.
sayabilir butun yildizlari da.
basinizin uzerinde parlayan.
ya da her kum tanesini
Afrika’nin collerinde kavrulan.”
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“When I was still a snot-nosed kid, my name was Ovid, Horace, Catallus, Sextus Propertius and Martial. My specialty was mixing the serious with the trivial, the frivolous with the high-minded. I was a holy terror. I wrote lines like these:
When she's on her chaise-long, make haste to find a footstool
For those dainty feet of hers, help her on and off With the slippers
or:
Whoever hopes to count
The love-games of your bed
Might as well list the stars
Glittering overhead
or every grain of sand
In Africa's desert land.”
Amerikali yazar Stephenie Meyer, Alacakaranlik serisinin 4. kitabi (Breaking Dawn) Safak Vakti'ni 2 Agustos 2008'de Little, Brown and Company araciligiyla yayimladi.
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"Olumle burun buruna gelme hakkimi fazlasiyla kullanmistim; bu gercekten de alisabileceginiz bir sey degil. Gerci, olumle tekrar yuzlesmek tuhaf bir sekilde kacinilmaz gorunmustu. Sanki gercekten de felaketleri ceken bir hedeftim. Tekrar ve tekrar kactim ama pesimden gelmeyi surdurdu. Yine de, bu seferki hepsinden o kadar farkliydi ki. Korktugunuz birisinden kacabilir, nefret ettiginiz birisiyle savasabilirsiniz. Butun tepkilerim bu tur katillere, canavarlara ve dusmanlara gore duzenlenmisti. Bir vampiri sevdiginizde, secim hakkiniz kalmaz. Bunun sevdiginiz kisiyi incitecegini bile bile nasil kacar, nasil savasirdiniz? Sevdiginize verebileceginiz tek sey hayatinizsa, nasil vermemezlik ederdiniz? Ya onu gercekten seviyorsaniz?" Safak Vakti
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“I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me. Still, this time was so different from the others. You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers—the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?”
“Yol boyunca kenti olusturan korkunc celiskileri gorebiliyordum: kulubeler ve kulubeleri gozden gizlemek icin acele yapilmis derme catma duvarlar, SIKISIK, kursuni kent merkezi ve sonra Yukari Semt, parklari, Ingiliz bahceleriyle, camdan yapilma gokdelenleri, bisikletle gezinen sansli, bakimli cocuklariyla. Buranin kopekleri bile mutlu gozuktu gozume. Her sey duzenli, her sey temiz, her sey dingin, belleksiz bir vicdanin somut huzuru. Bu semt sanki baska bir ulke.” Ruhlar Evi
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“Por el camino pude ver la ciudad en su terrible contraste, los ranchos cercados conpanderetas para crear la ilusión de que no existen, el centro aglomerado y gris, y el Barrio Alto,con sus jardines ingleses, sus parques, sus rascacielos de cristal y sus infantes rubios paseando enbicicleta. Hasta los perros me parecieron felices, todo en orden, todo limpio, todo tranquilo, y**uella sólida paz de las conciencias sin memoria. Este barrio es como otro país.”
"Yardim et bize, ey ruyalarin ve umutlarin Ioa'si. Onu Cambray'den koru, efendimizin gozune gorunmez kil, baskalarinin karsisinda ihtiyatli ama benim kollarimda guclu olsun, hayatta kalabilmesi icin gun isiginda yuregini sustur, ozgurluk arzusunu kaybetmesin diye geceleri ona cesaret ver. Bize iyilik dolu gozlerle bak, Erzuli, ey kiskancligin Ioa'si. Bizi kiskanma, cunku bu mutluluk bir sinegin kanatlari kadar kirilgan."
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"Ayúdanos, loa de los sueños y las esperanzas. Protégelo de Cambray, hazlo invisible a los ojos del amo, hazlo cauteloso frente a otros, pero soberbio en mis brazos, acalla su corazón de bozal en la luz del día, para que sobreviva, y dale bravura por las noches, para que no pierda las ganas de la libertad. Míranos con benevolencia, Erzuli, loa de los celos. No nos envidies, porque esta dicha es frágil como alas de mosca." Isabel Allende, La Isla Bajo El Mar
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Wings of Desire (1987) Yon: Wim Wenders
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Kristof Kolomb, ilk yolculuguna 3 Agustos 1492'de Ispanya, Palos de la Frontera limanindan Santa Maria, Pinta ve Niña isimli uc gemi ile Hint adalarina dogru yelken acarak basladi.
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Italyan ressam Jacopo Vignali’nin olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1664)
Madonna of the Rosary, 17th century
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Cyparissus, circa 1625
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Fransiz ressam Jacques Réattu’nun dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1760)
The Triumph of Civilization, 1793 (Kunsthalle Hamburg)
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Daniel faisant arrêter les vieillards accusateurs de la chaste Suzanne, XVIIIe siecle
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Flaman ressam Peter Jacob Horemans’in olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1776)
Carousel race at Fürstenried Palace, 18th century
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View of Munich from the home of Johann Kaspar Basselet von La Rosée, 1749
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Italyanca librettosu Carlo Goldoni tarafindan yazilan, Franz Joseph Haydn’in besteledigi3 perdelik Il mondo della luna (Die Welt auf dem Monde) ilk kez 3 Agustos 1777 tarihinde Macaristan, Fertőd, Eszterháza’da sahnelenedi.
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Milano'daki Teatro alla Scala, (O zamanki ismi Nuovo Regio Ducale Teatro alla Scala) 3 Agustos 1778'deki acilisini Antonio Salieri'nin operasi Europa Riconosciuta'nin promiyeri ile yapti.
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Fransiz ressam Jean-Marie Reigner’nin dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1815)
Le torrent, XIXe siecle
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Bouquet of Flowers in a Vase with Ancient Greek Motifs, 1866
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Fransiz ressam Louis Lafitte’in olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1828)
Regulus Returning to Carthage, 1791
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Brutus écoutant les ambassadeurs des Tarquins, 1815 (Musée d'art du comté de Los Angeles)
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Librettosunu Friedrich Schiller’in Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian'in La Suisse libre adli oykusunden uyarladigi, Gioachino Rossini’nin besteledigi 4 perdelik Guglielmo Tell (Guillaume Tell - William Tell) operasi ilk kez 3 Agustos 1829’da Opéra di Parigi (Opéra national de Paris) Salle Le Peletier’de sahnelendi.
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Finli ressam Maria Katarina Wiik’in dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1853)
Girl Carding, 1883
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From Häme, 1885
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Italyan ressam Osvaldo Bignami’nin dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1856)
Studio di testa femminile, 1890
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Orientalist scene, 1897
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Fransiz roman yazari Marie-Joseph 'Eugène' Sue'nun olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1857)
"Insan bu haydutun yuzunden daha urkutucu bir sey tasarlayamazdi. Yuzunun her yani curuk icinde, derin yaralarla oyuk oyuktu; dudaklari zacyaginin asindirici etkisinden sismis, burun kikirdaklari kesik, burun delikleri bicimsiz iki deligi andiriyordu. Cok acik gri, ufacik, boncuk gibi yusyuvarlak gozlerinden yabanillik fiskiriyordu; tipki kaplaninki gibi yassi alni, uzun tuylu, kizila calan bir kurk baslikla neredeyse gizlenmisti. Insana bir canavarin yelesini dusunduruyordu. Ustat ancak bes ayak, iki ya da uc parmak boyundaydi, oransizca buyuk basi, genis, dik, guclu, etli omuzlarinin arasina gomulmustu. Uzun, kasli kollari, iri, kut parmaklarinin ustune dek tuylerle kaplanmis elleri vardi; bacaklari biraz carpikti, ama iri mi iri baldirlari atletik bir gucu aciga vuruyordu."
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"On ne pouvait voir quelque chose de plus épouvantable que le visage de ce brigand. Sa figure était sillonnée en tous sens de cicatrices profondes, livides ; l’action corrosive du vitriol avait boursouflé ses lèvres ; les cartilages du nez ayant été coupés, deux trous difformes remplaçaient les narines. Ses yeux gris, très-clairs, très-petits, très-ronds, étincelaient de férocité ; son front, aplati comme celui d’un tigre, disparaissait à demi sous une casquette de fourrure à longs poils fauves… on eût dit la crinière du monstre.Le Maître d’école n’avait guère plus de cinq pieds deux ou trois pouces ; sa tête, démesurément grosse, était enfoncée entre ses deux épaules larges, élevées, puissantes, charnues, qui se dessinaient même sous les plis flottants de sa blouse de toile écrue ; il avait les bras longs, musculeux ; les mains courtes, grosses et velues jusqu’à l’extrémité des doigts ; ses jambes étaient un peu arquées, mais leurs mollets énormes annonçaient une force athlétique."
Italyan ressam Luigi Marchesi’nin olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1862)
Veduta del cortile del Guazzatoio, 1846
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La piazza di Parma, 1852
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Italyan ressam Onofrio Tomaselli’nin dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1866)
I carusi, XX secolo
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Portrait of a young lady, 20th century
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Italyan ressam Antonio Camaur’in dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1875)
Autoritratto con la figlia Laura, 1913 (Museo Revoltella, Trieste)
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Autoritratto, 1917 (Museo Revoltella, Trieste)
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Ingiliz portre ressami Joseph Severn’in olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1879)
Poet John Keats, 1819
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Posthumous Portrait of Shelley Writing Prometheus Unbound, 1845
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Ingiliz asker sair Rupert Chawner Brooke'un dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1887)
"Olursem eger, uzak bir kosesinde yabanci diyarlarin.Sonsuza kadar Ingiltere'ye kalacak.Yattigim bir avuc toprak!”
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"If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field. That is for ever England."
Amerikali bilim kurgu yazari Clifford Donald Simak’in dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1904)
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“ ‘Sonuc olarak ne kaldi elimizde?’ diye sordu Webster. ‘Ben size elimizde ne kaldigini soyleyeyim. Sokaklar, bloklar dolusu terk edilmis, insanlarin oylece birakip gittigi evler. Hem kalip da ne yapacaklardi? Kent onlara ne sunabilir ki?’ ” Kent
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" ‘So what have we?’ asked Webster.’I'll tell you what we have. Street after street, block after block, of deserted houses, houses that the people just up and walked away from. Why should they have stayed?’ “
Ingiliz suc romanlari yazari (Phyllis Dorothy James White) P. D. James’in dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1920)
“Cornish sahillerinde yer alan Combe adasinin kanli bir gecmisi vardir. Ancak simdi ozel bir vakif tarafindan yonetilen ada, gorevleri dolayisiyla fazlasiyla gergin ve cok unlu konuklara, stresli gorevlerine mola vererek soluklanmalari icin bir firsat sunmaktadir. Ama bu huzur ortami Combe adasindaki konuklardan birinin garip bir sekilde oldurulmesiyle bozulur. Bu garip cinayeti en kisa zamanda ve medya tarafindan duyulmadan aydinlatmasi icin Adam Dalgliesh goreve cagrilir. Dalgliesh, sevdigi kadin Emma Lavenham ile gelecegi konusunda emin degildir, Dedektif Mufettisi Kate Miskin'in kendi duygusal sorunlari vardir ve hirsli Anglo-Hintli Cavus Francis Benton-Smith, Kate’in altinda calismaktan endise duymaktadir. Ancak zamanlama, kendi ic dunyalarinda sorunlar yasayan Adam Dalgliesh ve ekibi icin uygun degildir. Tam karmasik cinayetin nedenlerini cozmeye ve suphelileri ortaya cikarmaya basladiklari sirada acimasiz bir cinayet daha islenir. Bu arada Dalgliesh'in sinsi bir tehlikeyle karsi karsiya kalmasi tum arastirmayi riske atar.”Deniz Feneri
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“Combe Island off the Cornish coast has a bloodstained history of piracy and cruelty but now, privately owned, it offers respite to over-stressed men and women in positions of high authority who require privacy and guaranteed security. But the peace of Combe is violated when one of the distinguished visitors is bizarrely murdered. Adam Dalgliesh is called in to solve the mystery quickly and discreetly, but at a difficult time for him and his depleted team. Dalgliesh is uncertain about his future with Emma Lavenham, the woman he loves, Detective Inspector Kate Miskin has her own emotional problems and the ambitious Anglo-Indian Sergeant Francis Benton-Smith is worried about working under Kate. Hardly have the team begun to unravel the complicated motives of the suspects that there is a second brutal killing and the whole investigation is jeopardised when Dalgliesh is faced with a danger more insidious and as potentially fatal as murder.”
Amerikali sair, edebiyat elestirmeni ve antolojist Hayden Carruth’un dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1921)
Hani bir gun bana
senin olumune alisabilmem
katlanabilmem icin
yokluguna
niye bir siir yazmiyorsun
diye sormustun ya bana
inanmayacaksin ama
o gun cok ender
bir gun oldu
kusura bakma
gunes degisik dogdu
bu mevsimde
bu iklimde
alisilmadik etkili
ic isitici
guzel acik gunesli
yasam dolu
hatta olumun golgesi bile
gecmedi aklimin kosesinden
nedir nasildir
dusunmek istemedim
ellerim varmadi
olumu resmetmeye
ulasmak istedim sonsuza
olanaksiz olsa da
zaten
yasamda yasanan tecrubeler
basmakalip olurmus
daima
zamanla
hatta o unlu soz
seninle beraber olacagim
anilarda duslerde
her yerde
sen gittikten sonra
yokluga alistikca
kaldirilmis raflara
oysa ben
gercekten beraber olacagim
seninle
en azindan yadigar biraktigim
binlerce siirle
bu kisa siir musveddesi bile
beni sana animsatacak
istesen de istemesen de
duslerinde ve anilarinda
SIK SIK rahatsiz edecegim seni
kusura kalma
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Why don’t you write me a poem that will prepare me for your
death? you said.
It was a rare day here in our climate, bright and sunny. I didn’t feel like
dying that day,
I didn’t even want to think about it – my lovely knees and bold
shoulders broken open,
Crawling with maggots. Good Christ! I stood at the window and I saw
a strange dog
Running in the field with its nose down, sniffing the snow, zigging and
zagging,
And whose dog is that? I asked myself. As if I didn’t know. The limbs
of the apple trees
Were lined with snow, making a bright calligraphy against the world,
messages to me
From an enigmatic source in an obscure language. Tell me, how shall I
decipher them?
And a jay slanted down to the feeder and looked at me behind my glass
and squawked.
Prepare, prepare. Fuck you, I said, come back tomorrow. And here he
is in this new gray and gloomy morning.
We’re back to our normal weather. Death in the air, the idea of death
settling around us like mist,
And I am thinking again in despair, in desperation, how will it happen?
Will you wake up
Some morning and find me lying stiff and cold beside you in our bed?
How atrocious!
Or will I fall asleep in the car, as I nearly did a couple of weeks ago,
and drive off the road
Into a tree? The possibilities are endless and not at all fascinating,
except that I can’t stop
Thinking about them, can’t stop envisioning that moment of hideous
violence.
Hideous and indescribable as well, because it won’t happen until it’s
over. But not for you.
For you it will go on and on, thirty years or more, since that’s the
distance between us
In our ages. The loss will be a great chasm with no bridge across it
(for we both know
Our life together, so unexpected, is entirely loving and rare). Living
on your own –
Where will you go? what will you do? And the continuing sense of
displacement
From what we’ve had in this little house, our refuge on our green or
snowbound
Hill. Life is not easy and you will be alive. Experience reduces itself to
platitudes always,
Including the one which says that I’ll be with you forever in your
memories and dreams.
Polonya asilli Ingiliz yazar (Józef Teodor Nalecz Konrad Korzeniowski) Joseph Conrad'inolum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1924)
"Boyle yeteneklerim olsaydi bile, hayatin normal akisinda surdurulen herhangi bir kelime kalabaligi arasinda coktan bogulup gider, kaybolurlardi. Iyi bilindigi gibi, kelimeler gercegin amansiz dusmanidir. Uzun yillardan beri lisan ogretmenligi yapiyorum. Lisan ogretmenligi, siradan bir insanin dogustan payina dusen dus, gozlem ve sezgi gucunu zamanla olduren bir meslektir. Bir lisan ogretmeni icin oyle bir zaman gelir ki; dunya, bir yigin kelimenin mekani, insan ise bir papagandan pek de ustun olmayan ve sadece konusabilen bir hayvan gibi gorunur." Batili Gozler Altinda
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"If I have ever had these gifts in any sort of living form they have been smothered out of existence a long time ago under a wilderness of words.Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality. I have been for many years a teacher of languages. It is an occupation which at length becomes fatal to whatever share of imagination, observation, and insight an ordinary person may be heir to. To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot."
“Zihnimi, dusuncelerimi bos yere isgal ediyorlardi. Bana gore bu insanlar, hayat bilgilerini sinir bozucu yalan ve hileler uzerine kurulu isgalcilerdi; cunku benim bildigim seyleri onlarin bilmelerinin mumkun olmadigindan son derece emindim. Kendilerini kusursuzca emniyette hissederek gundelik yasamlarini surduren siradan insanlarin davranislarindan farksiz olan davranis ve duruslari bana gore, idrak edemedigi bir tehlikenin karsisinda olcusuzce ve abes bir bicimde gosteris yapan bir delinin davranislari kadar iticiydi. Onlari aydinlatmak gibi belli bir hirsim yoktu, fakat kendilerine verdikleri o aptalca onemi yansitan yuzlerine bakip kendimi gulmemek icin tuttugum zamanlar oluyordu. O donemde pek de iyi olmadigimi soyleyebilirim. Son derece saygideger insanlara aci aci siritarak, sokaklarda yalpalayarak dolasiyordum; halletmem gereken cesitli meseleler vardi. Davranisimin affedilmez oldugunu kabul ediyorum fakat o gunlerde atesim nadiren normal sevilerde seyrediyordu. Sevgili yengemin ‘gucumu toparlama’ cabalari tumuyle bosuna gorunuyordu. Toparlanmasi gereken fiziksel gucum degildi. Hayal gucumun yatistirilmaya ihtiyaci vardi.” Karanligin Yuregi
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“No, they did not bury me, though there is a period of time which I remember mistily, with a shuddering wonder, like a passage through some inconceivable world that had no hope in it and no desire. I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts. They were intruders whose knowledge of life was to me an irritating pretence, because I felt so sure they could not possibly known the things I knew. Their bearing, which was simply the bearing of commonplace individuals going about their business in the assurance of perfect safety, was offensive to me like the outrageous flaunting of folly in the face of a danger it is unable to comprehend. I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces so full of stupid importance. I dareway I was not very well at that time. I tottered about the streets—there were various affairs to settle—grinning bitterly at perfectly respectable persons. I admit my behaviour was inexcusable, but then my temperature was seldom normal in these days. My dear aunt’s endeavours to `nurse up my strength´ seemed altogether beside the mark. It was not my strength that wanted nursing, it was my imagination that wanted soothing.”
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“Kimse bana Arsimet'in kaldiracindan bahsetmesin. Arsimet, matematiksel imgeleme sahip dalgin bir adamdi. Matematige olan saygim sonsuz ama bu noktada formullere ihtiyacim yok. Bana dogru vurguyu ve dogru sozcugu verin, sizin icin dunyayi yerinden oynatayim.”
Amerikali tarihsel kurgu yazari Leon Marcus Uris'in dogum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1924)
"Boylelikle daha dokuz yasima gelmeden, Arap yasaminin ana kuralini ogrenmis bulunuyordum. Ben agabeyime karsiydim. Agabeyimle ikimiz babama karsiydik. Ailem, kuzenlerime ve akrabalarina karsiydi. Akrabalar, kabileye karsiydi. Kabile dunyaya karsiydi. Hepimiz birlikte de kafire karsiydik."
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“So before I was nine I had learned the basic canon of Arab life. It was me against my brother; me and my brother against our father; my family against my cousins and the clan; the clan against the tribe; and the tribe against the world. And all of us against the infidel."
Fransiz sosyolog Alain Touraine’in dogum gunu (3 Agustos 1925)
“Once Avrupa, sonra da Kuzey Amerika’da olusan sanayi toplumu, kaba bir kapitalizm tarafindan ikiye bolunmus izlenimi verir: Bir yanda, cikar ve bireysellik dunyasi, ki Schopenhauer bu dunyanin, estetik olarak ayyaslarla dolu bir meyhane, entelektuel olarak bir timarhane, ahlaksal olarak da bir haydut yatagi oldugunu soyler; ote yanda da, kisiye bagli olmayan ve hesaplarla arasinda baglanti bulunmayan bir arzu dunyasi. Sahiplenici bencilligin hizmetindeki aracsal akil, artik tasarimla degil de ancak algiyla kavranabilen yasamin, bedenin ve arzunun guclerine hicbir seyle bagli degildir. Kant’in ikiciligi trajik bir hal alir. Schopenhauer, insanin, kozmik olarak yasama arzusuyla kendisini bireylesmeye surukleyen hareket arasinda parcalandigindan dolayi mutsuz oldugunu dusunur.” Modernligin Elestirisi
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“La société industrielle qui se forme en Europe, puis en Amérique du Nord, apparaît coupée en deux par un capitalisme brutal : d’un côté, le monde de l’intérêt et de l’individualité, dont Schopenhauer dit qu'il est esthétiquement une taverne pleine d'ivrognes, intellectuellement un asile d’aliénés, et moralement un repaire de brigands ; de l'autre, le monde impersonnel du désir, qui ne communique pas avec celui du calcul. La raison instrumentale au service de l'égoïsme possessif n'est plus rattachée par rien aux forces de la vie, du corps et du désir, qui ne peuvent être saisies par la représentation mais seulement par l'intuition. Le dualisme kantien devient tragique. L’homme est malheureux, pense Schopenhauer, parce qu’il est déchiré entre son désir de vivre cosmiquement et le mouvement qui l’entraîne vers l'individuation.”
Fransiz ressam Diogène Ulysse Napoléon Maillart’nin olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1926)
Half-nude Study of a Young Man, 1864
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His daughters, Eva and Jeanne, 1876
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Italyan ressam Giulio Justolin’in olum yildonumu (3 Agustos 1930)
Sant'Agostino, 1900
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Donne al lavatoio sul fiume Terzo, 1920 c.
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