Sanat Mozaik

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart'in Apollo et Hyacinthus (Apollon ve Hyakinthos) operasi ilk kez 13 Mayis 1767'de Salzburg Universitesi The Great Hall’de sahnelendi.

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Fransiz doga tarihcisi, bilim adami ve zoolog Georges Cuvier’in olum yildonumu (13 Mayis 1832)

"Neden kimse fosillerin, tek baslarina bile Dunya'nin olusumuna yonelik bir teoriye gebe oldugunu gormedi ve neden kimse, fosiller olmaksizin hic kimsenin yerkurenin birbirini takip eden caglardan olustugunu hayal edemeyecegini dusunemedi?" Yerkurenin Yuzeyindeki Devrimler Uzerine Soylev: Hayvanlar Alemi'ndeki Degisimler



"Why has not anyone seen that fossils alone gave birth to a theory about the formation of the earth, that without them, no one would have ever dreamed that there were successive epochs in the formation of the globe."

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Naturalizm akimininin temsilcisi Fransiz yazar Alphonse Daudet’nin dogum yildonumu (13 Aralik 1840)

“Kuzey ruzgarinin ya da yildizin çok siddetli esmedigi zamanlarda, gelip, deniz kenarindaki iki kayanin arasinda, martilarin, karatavuklarin, kirlangiclarin ortasinda oturur ve denizi seyretmenin verdigi saskinlik ve tatli bitkinlik icinde orada neredeyse butun gun kalirdim. Bu guzel ruh sarhoslugunu bilirsiniz, degil mi? Insan dusunmuyor, hayal kurmuyor. Butun benliginiz sizden kaciyor, ucuyor, dagilip gidiyor. Orada, denize dogru dalan marti, guneste iki dalga arasinda yuzen kopuk parcasi, uzaklasan su geminin beyaz dumani, kirmizi yelkenli su kucuk mercan gemisi, su su kabarcigi, su sis yumagi, her sey olursunuz, ama kendiniz haric...”



“When the mistral or tramontana didn't blow too hard, I used to settle down between two rocks, down by the sea amongst the gulls, blackbirds, and swallows, and stayed there nearly all day in that state between stupor and despondency which comes from contemplating the sea. Have you ever experienced that sweet intoxication of the soul? You don't think; you don't even dream; your whole being escapes, flies away, expands outwards. You are one with the diving seagull, the light spray across the wave tops, the white smoke of the ship disappearing over the horizon, the tiny red sailed boat, here and there a pearl of water, a patch of mist, anything not yourself…”



“Eger kirlarda gecelemisseniz, herkesin uyudugu vakitlerde, issizligin ve sessizligin arasindan gizemli bir dunyanin uyandigini bilirsiniz. Sular iyice duru bir sesle cagildar, gollerde kucuk alevler pirildar, daglarin butun golgeleri rahatca gezinmeye baslar; dallarin uzadigini, otlarin yeserdigini duyar gibi olursunuz.” Degirmenimden Mektuplar



“If you have ever passed the night in the open under the stars, you will know that while we are sleeping a mysterious world awakens in the solitude and in the silence. Then the streams sing even more clearly, and on their pools dance little lights like flames and go as they will, and the air is filled with faint rustlings, imperceptible sounds, as if one were hearing the branches burgeoning and the grass growing.“

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Turk Milli Sairi ve Milletvekili Mehmet Emin Yurdakul’un dogum yildonumu (13 Mayis 1869)

Ey Turkeli, senin adin bu dunyada en hos sestir;
Senin fikrin, akla gelen her manadan mukaddestir;
Senin duygun yureklerin en mubarek sevdasidir.
Senin derdin beyinlerin en atesli hummasidir.
Sen feryada baslayinca: Tamah, garez hepsi susar;
Muhabbetler senin aziz hukukuna yer hazirlar,
Yanaklara aci veda goz yaslari agu doker;
Besiklere, mabetlere, her bucaga yaslar coker.
Bu saatte alim, cahil, masum, cani butun millet:
Nutuklarla, siirlerle, dualarla, bayraklarla,
Altinlarla, demirlerle, yumruklarla, tirnaklarla....
Senin asil hayatina kahramanca hizmet eder
Ve her oglun can verirken: ‘olum guzel talihtir!’ der;
Benden senin her fedakar evladina yuz bin hurmet!...



Turk, your name is the loveliest sound in this world;
Your idea comes pure, all its meaning sacred;
Your heart’s emotion is the holiest love;
Your mind’s pain is the wildest fever.
When your cry begins; greed, malice, all else stops;
Love prepares the ground for your holy law;
Your cheeks shed painful tears of farewell;
In cradles, temples, in every corner you mourn.
At this time wise, ignorant, innocent, criminal, the whole nation;
With speeches, with poems, with prayers, with flags,
With gold, with iron, with fists, with fingernails…
Heroically serve your noble life;
And all your children, when giving their life, say: “Death is good fortune!”
To your self-sacrificing sons I offer one hundred thousand tributes…

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Pablo Picasso ile Kubizm akimini baslatan Fransiz ressam ve heykeltiras Georges Braque'in dogum yildonumu (13 Mayis 1882)

Bottiglie e pesci (Bottles and fish, 1910-1912)



Violino e Pipa (Violin and Pipe, 1913)

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Brezilyali sair Murilo Mendes’in dogum yildonumu (13 Mayis 1901)

Bu yuzyilin baslarinda dogmadim ben.
Sonsuzluk icinde dogdum.
Ust uste birikmis binlerce hayattan dogdum.
Ust uste bir yigin huzunden dogdum.
Iyilikle kotulugu tanimak icin geldim dunyaya
Iyiyi kotuden ayirmak icin geldim.
Sevilmeden sevmek icin geldim.
Cocuklari avutmak icin geldim.
Zengin olmak icin
Baska zenginleri yikmak icin gelmedim.
Atalarimin bana biraktigi
Bu huzunden ve sikintidan kurtulmak icin geldim.
Zamanin gucluklerine katlanmaya
Ve geldigim sonsuzluktaki ilkeyi dogrulamaya geldim.
Seytani taslamaya geldim.
Esin meleklerine bosvermeye geldim.
Insanligin sesinin tek ses kalacagini
Iscilerin ve patronlarin sesini bastiracagini
Soylemeye geldim.
Beni yaratani yavas yavas tanimaya geldim,
Gorunce gozlerim kor olmasin diye.



I wasn't born in the beginning of this century:
I was born on eternity's plane,
I was born from a thousand superimposed lives
I was born from tenderness unfurled a thousand strong
I've come to learn good and evil
And to separate evil from good.
I've come to love and to be unloved.
I've come to ignore the great and comfort the small.
I haven't come to build my own wealth
Or to destroy the wealth of others.
I've come to quell the formidable weeping
Previous generations vouchsafed me.
I've come to experience doubt and contradiction.
I've come to suffer the influences of time
And to affirm the eternal beginning from whence I came.
I've come to hand out inspiration to the muses.
I've come to announce that the voice of humankind
Will muffle the voices of siren and machine,
And that the essential word of Jesus Christ
Will tame the words of boss and worker.
I've come to know God my creator little by little,
Because If I saw him suddenly, unprepared, I would die.

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Ingiliz hikaye, roman ve oyun yazari Daphne du Maurier'in dogum yildonumu (13 Mayis 1907)

"Simdi pencerede kucuk kuslar vardi. Gagalarinin yumusak vurusundan, kanatlarinin hafif hisirtisindan tanimisti. Sahinler pencereye gelmemislerdi. Saldirilarini kapiya yoneltmislerdi. Nat yarilan tahtanin parcalanirken cikardigi sesi dinlerken dusunuyordu. Vuran gagalarin, iceriyi goren gozlerin gerisinde bu kucucuk beyinlerde kim bilir kac milyon yillik ani birikmisti. Bu birikim simdi onlari makinalarin usta sasmazligiyla insanoglunu yok etme icgudusuyle harekete gecirmisti."



"The smaller birds were at the window now. He recognized the light tap-tapping of their beaks, and the soft brush of their wings. The hawks ignored the windows. They concentrated their attack upon the door. Nat listened to the tearing sound of splintering wood, and wondered how many million years of memory were stored in those little brains, behind the stabbing beaks, the piercing eyes, now giving them this instinct to destroy mankind with all the deft precision of machines."�

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Israilli yazar (Solomon Naumovich Rabinovich) Sholom Aleichem’in olum yildonumu (13 Mayis 1916)

"Yoksul adam tavuk yerse ya tavuk hastadır.ya da adam. / When a poor man eats a chicken, one of them is sick” Damdaki Kemanci



“Atasozunun dedigi gibi: Eger Tanri butun delileri dinleseydi, ne guzel bir dunya olurdu bu. / As the saying goes, if God listened to fools, the world would have another face.”



“Demezler mi ki: ‘Asker misin, barut kokusuna dayanmalisin.’ Tipki kirik testi meselesine benzer bu. Büutun dunya dedim, bir ruyadir. / As they say, if you're a soldier you must smell gunpowder. 'Man is likened to a broken pot'- — the whole world,"