Sanat Mozaik

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"Sen neye bakacagini merak ediyorsun ben nasil yasayacagimi. Ayni sey / Tu dici: cosa devo guardare. Io dico: come devo vivere. È la stessa cosa / You wonder what to look at. I wonder how to live. Same thing"



Monica Vitti. Kizil Col (Il Deserto Rosso / Red Desert, 1964) Yonetmen: Michelangelo Antonioni

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"Birbirinize yardim edin. Herkesi sevin. Her bir yapragi. Isigin her bir huzmesini. / Help each other. Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray of light."



Hayat Agaci (The Tree of Life, 2011) Yonetmen: Terrence Malick

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Star Wars Gunu

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1905 yilinda Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazanan Polonyali yazar Henryk Sienkiewicz'in dogum yil donumu (5 Mayis 1846)

"1647 yili boyunca oyle garip seyler oldu ki, en iyimserler bile ulkenin uzerine buyuk felaketlerin cokecegine inandilar.Bir cekirge surusunun Yaban Topraklar uzerine indigi ve Tatar isgalcilerin ne bugday ne de ot bulamayacaklari kadar yagmaladigi yazilidir gunluklerde. Yine gunluklerde bir gunes tutulmasinin yazi bir an kararttigi, bir goktasinin da gokyuzunu atese verdigi okunur.Ayni doneme dogru Varsova'da kent sakinlerinin coguu havada dalgalanan kanli haclar ve tabutlar gorduler. Gunah cikardilar, oruc tuttular ve kesenin agzini yoksullara actilar. Dunyayi yok edebilecek bir vebanin ortaya cikmakta gecikmeyecegini dusunuyordu cogunluk.Bu alisilmadik yazin ardindan oyle tatli bir kis geldi ki, herkes korktu. Irmaklarin guney bolgelerinde, basibos kalmis buz parcalari sallana sallana, denize dogru iniyorlardi; sonra kar erimeye basladi, ardindan da yagmurla sel geldi, ve butun bozkir genis bir batakliga dondu. Kisin sonu gelmeden, cayirlarin yeserdigi, arilarin calismaya basladigi, kapali kalan hayvanlarin hareketlendigi goruldu. Doganin duzeni allak bullak olmustu.Boylece, bu olaylarin daha iyi izlenebildigi Ukrayna dolaylarında oturanlar, gozleri Yaban Topraklara donuk, korku icinde yasamaya basladilar. Tehlikenin burada geleceginden kimse kusku duymuyordu.Yalnizca buradan gelebilirdi."Ates ve Kilic



"The year 1647 was that wonderful year in which manifold signs in the heavens and on the earth announced misfortunes of some kind and unusual events. Contemporary chroniclers relate that beginning with spring-time myriads of locusts swarmed from the Wilderness, destroying the grain and the grass; this was a forerunner of Tartar raids. In the summer there was a great eclipse of the sun, and soon after a comet appeared in the sky. In Warsaw a tomb was seen over the city, and a fiery cross in the clouds; fasts were held and alms given, for some men declared that a plague would come on the land and destroy the people. Finally, so mild a winter set in, that the oldest inhabitants could not remember the like of it. In the southern provinces ice did not confine the rivers, which, swollen by the daily melting of snows, left their courses and flooded the banks. Rainfalls were frequent. The steppe was drenched, and became an immense slough. The sun was so warm in the south that, wonder of wonders! in Bratslav and the Wilderness a green fleece covered the steppes and plains in the middle of December. The swarms in the beehives began to buzz and bustle; cattle were bellowing in the fields. Since such an order of things appeared altogether unnatural, all men in Russia who were waiting or looking for unusual events turned their excited minds and eyes especially to the Wilderness, from which rather than anywhere else danger might show itself."

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Amerikali ressam Thomas Dewing'in dogum yildonumu (4 Mayis 1851)

Signora con un lute (Lady with a Lute 1886)

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Hollanda dogumlu Ingiliz Aktris Audrey Hepburn'un dogum yildonumu (4 Mayis 1929)

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Israilli romanci, gazeteci, yazar Amos Oz’un dogum gunu (4 Mayis 1939)

"En kotu yazgi unutulmak degil, tam olarak ifade etmek gerekirse, en kotusu solup gitmek. Istek, ozlemler, anilar, bedensel arzular, bilme ve ogrenme istegi, tutku, hosnutluk, comertlik -her şey zamanla soluyor. Daglarda ruzgar nasil diniyorsa, ruh da oyle yok oluyor. Dogrusu, yillar gectikce aci bile azaliyor sanki, ancak su var ki, aciyla birlikte, diger yasam belirtileri de gucunu yitiriyor. Basit, sessiz, asal seyler, her cocugun heyecan ve merakla karsi karsiya geldigi seyler; mevsimlerin birbirini izlemesi, bir kedi yavrusunun bahcede kosup ziplamasi, bir kapinin menteseleri uzerinde ileri geri sallanmasi, bitkilerin dongusel yasami, buyuyen meyveler, fidildayan camlar, terastaki bir karinca dizisi, vadilerdeki ve yamaclardaki isik oyunlari, ayin solgunlugu ve halesi, sabahin erken saatlerinde ciy damlaciklariyla yuklu orumcek aglari, soluk alip verme, konusma mucizesi, gunbatımindaki alacakaranlik, suyun kaynamasi ve donmasi, oglen gunesinin ufacik bir cam parcasindan piril piril yansimasi, bir zamanlar bizim olup da sonra yitirdigimiz buna benzer bircok asal sey. Hicbir zaman tekrar kavusamamak uzere yitirdigim seyler. Veya daha da kotusu, seyrek olarak geri donup uzaktan hafifce isildayacaklar, ama o ilk heyecan sonsuza dek kaybolmus olacak. Her sey donuklasti ve eridi gitti. Yasamin kendisi giderek tozlu ve kirli olmaya basladi."



“The most wretched fate was not to be forgotten but, precisely, to fade away. Will, longings, memories, carnal desires, curiosity, passion, gladness, generosity — everything gradually faded. As the wind died in the mountains, so the spirit too expired. Indeed, even pain decreased somewhat with the passage of the years, but then, together with pain, other signs of life also declined. The simple, silent, primal things, those things that every child greeted with excitement and wonderment, such as die succession of the seasons, a kitten scampering in the yard, a door swiveling on its hinges, the life cycle of plants, swelling fruit, whispering pines, a column of ants on the veranda, the play of light on the valleys and the hillsides, the pallor of the moon and its halo, spiders' webs laden with dewdrops in the early morning, the miracles of breathing, speech, twilight, water boiling and water freezing, the glitter of the midday sun on a any sliver of glass, so many primal things that we once had but have lost. Things never to return. Or, worse, they will return rarely, glimmering in the distance, while the original excitement will have vanished forever. And everything is dimmed and dissolved. Life itself is gradually growing dusty and grubby.”

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Amerikali Aktor Richard Jenkins'in 71.dogum gunu