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Amerikali bilim kurgu - fantazi yazari, editor, sair ve elestirmen Linwood Vrooman Carter’in dogum yildonumu (9 Haziran 1930)

Yol uzun ve zorluydu,
Gokyuzu soguk ve gri,
Beyaz ay donmus olu bir parca gibi
Hirsiz ve fahise, kral ve asker,
Savasci, buyucu, sahtekar ve ozan
Bu yolda benimle geldiler.

Ruzgar, bilenmis bir bicak gibi keskindi
Islak, tozlu denizlerden eserken;
Kuru, siyah,
Iskelet gibi agaclar
Firtinada hayalete benzerdi
Yasam kopuklu bir sarap benim icin,
Yagma, sehvet ve savasimdan olusan,
Ve ben bu sarabi en keskin tortusuna kadar ictim.

Ben vahsi topraklardan,
Gorkem ve buyu ulkesine gelen savasciyim
Celik, ates ve kanla kazandim
Insanoglunun kazanabilecegi herseyi.
Oynadigim kumarda
Seytani kendi oynunda yendim
Gorkem, seref, parilti ve un
Ve olumun gulen kafatasiyla alay ettim...



The road was long and the road was hard,
And the sky was cold and grey:
The dead white moon was a frozen shard
In the dim dawn of day:
But thief and harlot, king and guard
Warrior, wizard, knave and bard
Rode with me all the way.


The wind was sharp as a whetted knife
As it blew from the wet salt seas;
The storm wind stirred to a ghostly life
The gaunt black skeletal trees:
But I drank the foaming wine of life
Wine of plunder and lust and strife
Down to the bitter lees.


A boy, from the savage north I came
To cities of silk and sin.
With torch and steel, in blood and flame,
I won what a man may win:
Aye, gambled and won at the Devil's game
Splendor and glory and glittering flame
And mocked at Death's skull-grin.

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Walt Disney Company, The Wise Little Hen'in ilk gosterimini 9 Haziran 1934 tarihinde yapti.

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Amerikali bilim kurgu yazari Joe William Haldeman’in dogum gunu (9 Haziran 1943)

"Bundan sonra uzun zaman o korkmus, panik halindeki yaratiklari coskuyla gebertenin ben olmadigimi kendi kendime hatirlattim. ‘Ben sadece emirleri uyguladim’in insanlik disi hareketler icin gecersiz bir ozur oldugu yirminci yuzyilda kabul edilmisti. Ama emirler bilincaltinin derinlerdeki kuklacisindan geldiginde ne yapabilirdiniz ki?

En kotusu de yaptiklarimin o kadar da insanlik disi olmadigi hissiydi. Sadece birkac nesil onceki atalarimiz da ayni seyi, hipnotik sartlandirma olmadan baska insanlara bile yaparlardi. Insan irkindan tiksiniyordum, ordudan tiksiniyordum ve bir yuz yil boyunca bu benligimle yasama olasiligindan korkuyordum.. Neyse ki, her zaman hafizami sildirebilirdim."



“I spent a long time after that telling myself over and over that it hadn't been me who so gleefully carved up those frightened, stampeding creatures. Back in the twentieth century, they had established to everybody's satisfaction that "I was just following orders" was an inadequate excuse for inhuman conduct but what can you do when the orders come from deep down in that puppet master of the unconscious?

Worst of all was the feeling that perhaps my actions weren't all that inhuman. Ancestors only a few generations back would have done the same thing, even to their fellow men, without any hypnotic conditioning. I was disgusted with the human race, disgusted with the army and horrified at the prospect of living with myself for another century or so Well, there was always brainwipe.”



“Gecmiste savaslar sosyal reformlari hizlandirmis, teknolojik gelismeler saglamis hatta sanatsal yaraticiligi ateslemislerdi. Bu savas ise ozellikle bu olumlu yan etkilerin hicbirini saglamamak icin birebirdi. / Wars in the past often accelerated social reform, provided technological benefits, even sparked artistic activity. This one, however, seemed tailor-made to provide none of these positive by-products.”



“1143 yillik savas varsayimlarla baslamis ve sirf iki irkin iletisim kuramamasi yuzunden surmustu. Konusmayi basardiklarında ilk soru ‘Bunu neden baslattiniz?’ ve yanit da ‘Biz mi baslattik?’ olmustu. / The 1143-year-long war hand begun on false pretenses and only because the two races were unable to communicate. Once they could talk, the first question was 'Why did you start this thing?' and the answer was 'Me?’ ”



“Cinsiyetsiz bir robotla barda oturuyordum ve kahrolasi gezegende benim disimdaki tek normal insan oydu. / Sitting here in a bar with an asexual cyborg who is probably the only other normal person on the whole goddamned planet.”

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Amerikali yazar Betty Mahmoody’nin dogum gunu (9 Haziran 1945)

“Mehtap'i alma istegim mudire hanimi fena halde kizdirdi. Aylardan beri benim yanimda olan mudire hanim kocama ragmen bana elinden gelen yardimini sunmustu. Ama su anda onun gozunde buyukelcilikteki yetkilileri okula getirmekle affedilmez bir hata yapmistim. Aslinda gelen gorevliler Isvicreliydi; ama sonucta Amerika'yi temsil ediyorlardi. Sahin Hanim'in gorevi ise Amerikan karsiti egitim yapmakti. Mudire olabilmesinin nedeni bu politik goruse sahip olmasindandi. ‘Kizinizi size veremeyiz’ dedi Sahin Hanim. ‘Burada Islami yasalar gecerlidir. Burasi Islami yasalarla yonetilen bir okuldur ve bu yasalar cocugun babasina ait oldugunu soyler. Biz de bu kurallara uymak zorundayiz. Hal boyle olunca cocugu size teslim etmemize imkani yok.’ ‘Ama vermelisiniz’ diye bagirdim. ‘Cocugun canini yakacak!’ " Kizim Olmadan Asla



“Mrs. Azahr translated my declaration, and Khanum Shaheen's reply. As the words came through to me, they reflected a solemn, even angered, change in the principal's demeanor. For months, and especially this morning, she had clearly sided with me in my war against my husband. But I had now committed the unpardonable sin of bringing officials of the U.S. Interest Section into her sphere. Technically they were Swiss officials, but they represented America. Khanum Shaheen's job was to think, teach, and preach anti-American propaganda. She had been handpicked for her position because of her firm political beliefs. Khanum Shaheen said, "We cannot give her to you. This is Islamic law. This is an Islamic school and we have to abide by the law, and the law is that the child belongs to the father. In this situation there is no way we would give the child to you." "You must!" I screamed. "He will hurt her."

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Amerikan cinayet romani yazari Patricia Cornwell’in dogum gunu (9 Haziran 1956)

“Kendimizi gucsuz hissettigimizde kendimizi guclu hissetmemizi saglayacak seyler yapariz. Gorunusumuz. Giysilerimiz. Evlerimiz. Arabalarimiz..."



“When we feel powerless, we do things that make us feel powerful. Our appearance. Our clothing. Our homes. Our cars…”



“Ben sehirlerin kisilikleri olduguna inaniyordum; orada yasayan ve orayi idare eden insanlarin enerjisini aldiklarina. / I believe cities have personalities; they take on the energy of the people who occupy and rule them.”

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Kanadali Aktor ve tv oyuncusu Michael J. Fox'in dogum gunu (9 Haziran 1961)

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Amerikali aktor, yapimci ve muzisyen (John Christopher) "Johnny" Depp'in dogum gunu (9 Haziran 1963)

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1967 Yilinda Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazanan Guatemalali yazar ve diplamat Miguel Angel Asturias'in olum yildonumu (9 Haziran 1974)

"Bir idam mahkumu idamindan 12 saat once hukumetin emriyle son istegini yerine getirecek olan askeri yargicin onune cikarilmisti. Asil amac, ifadesini degistirmesi kosuluyla suclunun bagislanmasiydi. Hazircevap sanik, ‘son istegim bir cocuk yapmaktir’ diye yanit vermisti. ‘olur’ diyen sorusturma yargici da iyi bir saka yapiyor kanisiyla bir ****** getirtmisti. Sanik, hic ilismedigi kadini yine geri gondermis ve yargic yanina gelince ona sunu soylemisti: ‘Yeteri kadar ****** cocugu var dunyada!’ "



“Sonrió para su saliva recordando la anécdota de aquel reo político condenado a muerte que, doce horas antes de la ejecución, recibe la visita del Auditor de Guerra, enviado de lo alto para que pida una gracia, incluso la vida, con tal que se reporte en su manera de hablar. ‘Pues la gracia que pido es dejar un hijo’, responde el reo a quemarropa. ‘Concedida’, le dice el Auditor y, tentándoselas de vivo, hace venir una mujer pública. El condenado, sin tocar a la mujer, la despide y al volver aquél le suelta: ‘¡Para hijos de puta basta con los que hay!’ “



"Who was visited by the Judge Advocate General twelve hours before the execution, to offer him a favour, even his life, on behalf of the authorities, if he would change his testimony. ‘Very well, the favour I shall ask is to leave a son behind me,2 replied the prisoner point-blank. ‘Granted,’ said the Judge Advocate, and thinking himself smart he sent for a prostitute. The condemned man sent the woman away untouched, and when the Judge Advocate General returned he said to him: ‘There are quite enough sons of whores already!’ "