2018 yilinda Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazanan Polonyali sair ve yazar Olga Nawoja Tokarczuk'un dogum gunu (29 Ocak 1962)
"Sallan, hareket et, ancak bu bicimde onu atlatirsin. Dunyayi yonetenin hareket uzerinde hukmu yok ve biliyor ki bedenlerimiz hareket icinde kutsaldir ancak hareket edersen ondan kacabilirsin. Cunku o hareketsizler ve olmusler uzerinde egemendir, etkin olmayanlar ve iktidarsizlar uzerinde egemendir. Demek ki hareket edeceksin; sallan, yuvarlan, yuru, kou, kac, eger unuturda durursan onun kocaman elleri seni yakalar kuklaya cevirir ve gaz duman, kent coplugu kokan nefesiyle seni sarar.
Senin renkli ruhunu, kagittan, gazeteden kesilmis kucuk, dumduz bir ruhcuga donusturur, seni atesler, hastalikla, savasla tehdit eder; oyle ki zaman gelir sakinligini yitirir, uyumayi falan birakirsin. Seni etiketler, kayitlar, bu yenginin belgesini de eline tutusturur. Aklini onemsiz seylerle mesgul eder; ne alayim, ne satayim, nerede ucuz, nerede pahali gibi. Artik bundan sonra ufak tefek seyler yuzunden endiselenir olursun-benzin fiyatlari ve bunun kredi odemeni nasil etkileyecegi gibi. Artik bundan sonra, her gunun sanki cezaliymissin gibi aci icinde gecer ama kim bir suc islemis, nasil bir suc islemis, ne zaman olmus, bunu asla ogrenemezsin." Kosucular
"Sway, go on, move. That's the only way to get away from him. He who rules the world has no power over movement and knows that our body in motion is holy, and only then can you escape him, once you've taken off. He reigns over all that is still and frozen, everything that’s passive and inert. So go, away, walk, run, take flight, because the second you forget and stand still, his massive hands will seize you and turn you into a puppet, you’ll be enveloped in his breath, stinking of smoke and fumes and the big trash dumps outside town.
He will turn your brightly colored soul into a tiny flat one, cut out of paper, of newspaper, and he will threaten you with fire, disease, and war, he will scare you so you lose your peace of mind and cease to sleep. He will mark you and record you in his records, provide you with the documentation of your fall. He’ll occupy your thoughts with unimportant things, what to buy, and what to sell, where things are cheaper and where they’re more expensive. From then on you will worry over trifles – the price of petrol and how that will affect the payments on our loans. You will live every day in pain, as though your life were a sentence. But for what crime? Committed when and by whom? You’ll never know."
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