Sanat Mozaik

**Terraluna** · 27-02-2023, 17:01

Amerikali roman yazari Kenneth ( Milton ) Grimwood'un ( Dothan ) dogum gunu ( 27 Subat 1944 )

" Jeff bir aciklama aradi lakin basarili olamadi, en azindan biraz olsun anlamli bir aciklama. Gencken cok sayida bilimkurgu okumustu ama su durumu, karsilastigi zaman yolculugu senaryolarinin hicbirine benzemiyordu. Makine yoktu, deli ya da akilli bir bilim adami yoktu; ve merakla okudugu o romanlardaki karakterlerin aksine bedeni genc haline donusmustu. Sanki sadece akli yillar icinde bir atlama yapmis ve on sekiz yasindaki beyninin yerini isgal etmisti. " Sil Bastan

" Jeff groped without success for an explanation, something that would make even the vaguest sort of sense. He'd read a fair amount of science fiction as an adolescent, but his current situation bore no resemblance to any of the time-travel scenarios he'd ever encountered. There was no machine, no scientist, mad or otherwise; and, unlike the characters in the stories he'd read so eagerly, his own body had regenerated to its youthful state. It was as if his mind alone had made the leap across the years, obliterating his earlier consciousness to inhabit the brain of his own eighteen-year-old self. "

" Ihtiyacimiz olan, ihtiyacimiz olan sey... konusmak, diye dusundu. Birbirimizin gozlerinin icine bakip sunu soylemek: Yurumuyor. Hicbir sey, romantizm ya da tutku ya da gorkemli planlar. Hepsi bosa cikiyordu ve suclanacak hic kimse yoktu. Bu boyleydi, o kadar. "

" We need, we need . . . to talk, he thought. To look each other straight in the eye and just say: It didn't work. None of it, not the romance or the passion or the glorious plans. It all went flat, and there's nobody to blame. That's simply the way it happened. "

**Terraluna** · 27-02-2023, 17:02

Italyan sair Attilio Bertolucci’nin oglu, yonetmen Bernardo Bertolucci’nin kardesi yonetmen Giuseppe Bertolucci’nin dogum yildonumu ( 27 Subat 1947 )

**Terraluna** · 27-02-2023, 17:02

Amerikali Aktris Kate ( Rooney ) Mara’nin dogum gunu ( 27 Subat 1983 )

**Terraluna** · 27-02-2023, 17:03

Amerikali ressam ve sair Jack Micheline’in ( Harold Martin Silver ) olum yildonumu ( 27 Subat 1998 )

Yuzum gulmuyor cunku mutsuzum
bir duduk tasiyorum, tum bu caddelerde calmak icin
bir solo donup duruyor kafamda
hayatin ve ayaklarimin ve gotumun ve bacaklarimin ve baldirlarimin nasil kafa yaptiginiı nereden bileceksin bende
uzanip gokyuzundeki tum yildizlarla dans edebilecegimi
ay’i yiyebilecegimi ve gulebilecegimi ve aglayabilecegimi
sehirlerin ac caddelerinin karanlik inleri
yorgun suratlar, karanlik ve kasvetle carpilmis
ve tumden oluyor
birakiyorum olsun
dudugumu cikarip, sesler ufluyorum
cocuklar gelsin diye
benimkinden daha karanlik sokaklardan
dogmamis bir gunes
buyuculer kanatlar tasiyor yanlarinda, ucabilsinler diye
hadi calalim dudugu
uzerine binip surelim hayati
ve gulelim ve dans edelim ve jazz yapalim
hadi sarsalim oluleri ve birakalim olsun bundan hazzetmeyenler
sarkicilarin buyusu yeryuzunu isitiyor
bir sarki
bir siir
zihnin cenneti
simdi gulumsuyorum iste
iyi hissediyorum kendimi
sehrin caddesi
zihnimin sarayi

I got no smile cause I’m down
I carry a horn to blow in all these streets
A solo riff out of my head
How could your ever know I feel
So high on life and feet and ass and legs and thighs
That I can rise and dance with all the stars
And I can eat the moon and laugh an I can cry
The dark caves of cities hungry streets
The tired faces dark and dreary bent
and all the death it dies
I let it die
I lift my horn and blow some sounds
some sound for kids to come
Some unborn sun
in darker streets than mine
Magicians carry wings so they can fly
Let’s blow a horn and love
Let’s get on it and ride
and laugh and dance and jive
Let’s shake the dead and let the downers die
The magic of the singers warms the earth
A song
A poem
Some paradise of mind
I got to smile now
I’m feeling good
The city street
The palace of my mind

**Terraluna** · 27-02-2023, 17:04

Dogum Gunu Cocugu

" Bir zamanlar Kaliforniya, Meksika'ya, topraklari da meksikalilara aitti. Sonradan yalin yapildak bir suru acgozlu Amerikali kalkti, buraya akin etti. Oylesine topraga susamislardi ki, hemen caldilar topraklari. Sutter'in, Guerrero'nun topragini caldilar. Topragi kiraladilar, sonra ustune yattilar, anlasmayi bozdular, bu topraklar icin kavgalar, dovusler etti o gozupek, ac insanlar. Caldiklari topragi silahla korudular. Evler kurdular, ambarlar yaptilar, topragi altust edip ekinler ektiler. Butun bunlar onlarin maliydi. Bu sahiplenme de, mulkiyet demekti. Meksikalilar hem zayifti, hem de toktu. Karsi koyamadilar. Cunku onlar dunyada hicbir seyi, bu Amerikalilarin topragi istedigi kadar çok istemiyorlardi. Derken zamanla bu gocmenler gocmenlikten cikip mal sahibi sayildilar; cocuklari buyudu, onlar da toprak uzerinde cocuk sahibi oldular. Acliklari yok oldu. o iclerini kemiren, parcalayan toprak acligi yok oldu... " John Steinbeck, Gazap Uzumleri

“ Once California belonged to Mexico and its land to Mexicans; and a horde of tattered feverish Americans poured in. And such was their hunger for land that they took the land, stole Sutter's land, Guerrero' s land, took the grants and broke them up and growled and quarreled over them, those frantic hungry men; and they guarded with guns the land they had stolen. They put up houses and barns, they turned the earth and planted crops. And these things were possession, and possession was ownership.The Mexicans were weak and fed. They could not resist, because they wanted nothing in the world as frantically as the Americans wanted land. Then, with time, the squatters were no longer squatters, but owners; and their children grew up and had children on the land. And the hunger was gone from them, the feral hunger, the gnawing, tearing hunger for land, for water and earth and the good sky over it, for the green thrusting grass, for the swelling roots. ”