Sanat Mozaik

**Terraluna** · 03-02-2018, 18:03

“Bazen bir kentte amacsizca dolasir gibi oluruz. Sokak boyunca yurur, rasgele bir sokaga sapar, bir binanin yuzeyindeki kabartmalara hayranlikla bakmak icin durur, bize begendigimiz tablolari animsatan, kaldirimin ustundeki bir katran lekesini incelemek icin yere egilir, icinde tasidiklari yasantilarini hayal etmeye calisarak sokakta yanimizdan gecen insanlarin yuzlerine bakariz … (…) … bazen kentin icinde dolasirken hicbir yere gitmiyor, yalnizca vakit gecirmenin bir yolunu ariyor gibiyizdir, nerede, ne zaman durmamiz gerektigini bize bildiren de duydugumuz yorgunluktur. Ama nasil ki bir adimin ardindan kacinilmaz olarak ikincisi atilirsa, bir dusunce de bir oncekinden dogar; eger bir dusunce birden fazla dusunce dogurursa (esit derecede onemli iki ya da uc dusunce), yalnizca ilk dusunceyi sonuna kadar izlemek degil, ikinci, onun ardindan da ucuncu dusunceyi sonuca ulastirabilmek icin donup o ilk dusuncenin ilk durumunu gormek gerekli olur, boylece, zihinlerimizde bu surecin bir imgesini olusturmak istersek, insanin kan dolasimi imgesinde (kalp, atardamarlar, toplardamarlar, kilcal damarlar) ya da bir harita imgesinde (oncelikle buyuk bir kentin sokaklarini gosteren ya da benzin istasyonu haritalari gibi yayilan, kesisen ve kitayi zikzaklar cizerek dolasan yollari gosteren haritalar) bir yol agi cizilmeye baslanir, oyle ki (,) kentte dolasirken gercekte yaptigimiz sey dusunmek olur, dusuncelerimiz bir yolculuk olusturur, bu yolculuksa attigimiz adimlardan ne fazla ne ek******, boylece sonunda bir geziye ciktigimizi söyleyebiliriz, odamizdan cikmamis olsak da, bir gezi yapmisizdir, nerede oldugunu bilmesek de bir yere gitmis oldugumuzu guvenle soyleyebiliriz.” Paul Auster, Yalnizligin Kesfi

“Sometimes it feels as though we are wandering through a city without purpose. We walk down the street, turn at random down another street, stop to admire the cornice of a building, bend down to inspect a splotch of tar on the pavement that reminds us of certain paintings we have admired, look at the faces of the people who pass us on the street, trying to imagine the lives they carry around inside them… (…) … just as one step will inevitably lead to the next step, so it is that one thought inevitably follows from the previous thought, and in the event that a thought should engender more than a single thought (say two or three thoughts, equal to each other in all their consequences), it will be necessary not only to follow the first thought to its conclusion, but also to backtrack to the original position of that thought in order to follow the second thought to its conclusion, and then the third thought, and so on, an in this way, if we were to try and make an image of this process in our minds, a network of paths begins to be drawn, as in the image of the human bloodstream (hearts, arteries, veins, capillaries), or as in the image of a map (of city streets, for example, preferably a large city, or even of roads, as in the gas station maps of roads that stretch, bisect, and meander across a continent), so that what we are really doing when we walk through the city is thinking, and thinking in such a way that our thoughts compose a journey, and this journey is no more or less than the steps we have taken, so that, in the end, we might safely say that we have been on a journey, and even if we do not leave the room, it has been a journey, and we might safely say that we have been somewhere, even if we don’t know where it is.”

**Terraluna** · 03-02-2018, 18:03

“Daha sonra belki baska seyler yaparim. Yani sair olmaktan vazgecince. Eninde sonunda sozcuklerim tukenecek yani. Herkesin icinde bu kadar sozcuk vardir. Ve sonra ne yapacagim? Sanirim bundan sonra itfaiyeci olmak istiyorum. Sonra doktor. Fark etmez. Yapmak istedigim en son sey ip cambazligi. Cok yaslandigimda ve baskaları gibi yurumeyi sonunda ogrendigimde. Iste o zaman ipin uzerinde dans edecegim ve insanlar saskina donecekler. Kucuk cocuklar bile. Iste benim istedigim bu. Olene kadar ip uzerinde dans etmek.” Paul Auster, New York Uclemesi

“Later perhaps I will do something else. After I am done being a poet. Sooner or later I will run out of words, you see. Everyone has just so many words inside him. And then where will I be? I think I would like to be a fireman after that. And after that a doctor. It makes no difference. The last thing I will be is a high-wire walker. When I am very old and have at last learned how to walk like other people. Then I will dance on the wire, and people will be amazed. Even little children. That is what I would like. To dance on the wire until I die.”

**ORİYEN73** · 03-02-2018, 20:44

Aşk; hatalara karşı daima kördür, daima mutluluklara meyillidir. Kanun tanımaz, kanatlıdır ve tutuklanamaz. Kafaların bütün zincirlerini kırar, geçer.
William Blake

**Terraluna** · 03-02-2018, 21:26

Sayin ORİYEN73,

Tesekkur ederim

Saygilarimla,

**Terraluna** · 03-02-2018, 22:02

Gorevimiz Tehlike 6'in (Mission Impossible Fallout) fragmani yarin geliyor.

**Terraluna** · 03-02-2018, 22:03

"Televizyon burada. Burada gayet iyi. Gayet iyi. Bak, dinle, diz cok, dua et. Reklamlar! Artik uretken degiliz. Artik uretemiyoruz. Hersey otomatiklesti. O zaman ne 'icin' variz? Biz tuketicileriz, Jim. Tamam. Tamam. Bir suru esya satin al, iyi vatadas olursun. Ama eger bir suru esya almazsan, eger almazsan, o zaman ne olursun, sorarim sana? / There's the television. It's all right there - all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we *for* then? We're consumers, Jim. Yeah. Okay, okay. Buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then, I ask you?"

Brad Pitt, 12 Maymun (12 Monkeys, 1995), Yonetmen: Terry Gilliam