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Ingiliz sair, oyun yazari ve edebiyat elestirmeni T. S. Eliot'in Katedralde Cinayet (Murder in the Cathedral - Assassinio nella cattedrale) oyunu ilk kez 1 Kasim 1935’de Londra’da Canterbury Festivalinde sahnelendi.
Oter mi o kus Guney’de?
Firtinanin karaya surukledigi, deniz kusudur haykiran sadece.
Baharin belirtisi nedir bu yil?
Eskinin olumu yalnizca: ne bir ses, ne bir filiz, ne bir esinti.
Gunler uzamaya baslar mi?
Daha uzun ve daha karanlik gun, daha kisa ve daha soguk gece.
Sakin ve bogucu hava: fakat bir ruzgar toplanir Dogu’da.
Ac karga tunemis tarlada, dikkat kesilmis; ve ormanda
Tekrar tekrar calar baykus olumun bos notasini.

Does the bird sing in the south?
Only the sea-bird cries, driven inland by the storm.
What sign of the spring of the year?
Only the death of the old: not a stir, not a shoot, not a breath.
Do the days begin to lengthen?
Longer and darker the day, shorter and colder the night.
Still and stifling the air: but a wind is stored up in the East.
The starved crow sits in the field, attentive; and in the wood
The owl rehearses the hollow note of death.
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Filistin-Ingiliz asilli Amerikan vatandasi karsilastirmali edebiyat profesoru ve teorisyen Edward W. Said’in dogum yildonumu (1 Kasim 1935)
“Insan salt ozel alanda kalarak entelektuel olamaz, zira sozcukleri kagida dokup yayimladiginiz anda kamusal dunyaya girmissiniz demektir. Salt kamusal alana ait, sadece bir hareket, dava ya da konumun sozcusu veya simgesi olan bir entelektuel de olamaz. Sahsi tini, kisiye ozgu duyarlilik diye bir sey vardir; soylenen ya da yazilan seylere de bu anlam verir. Hele bir entelektuelin dinleyicileri mutlu etmesi diye bir sey soz konusu olamaz; isin ozu SIKINTI verici, aykiri, hatta keyif kacirici olmaktir.”

“There is no such thing as a private intellectual, since the moment you set down words and then publish them you have entered the public world. Nor is there only a public intellectual, someone who exists just as a figurehead or spokesperson or symbol of a cause, movement, or position. There is always the personal inflection and the private sensibility, and those give meaning to what is being said or written. Least of all should an intellectual be there to make his or her audiences feel good: the whole point is to be embarrassing, contrary, even unpleasant.”
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Fotograf sanatcisi Ansel Adams, en unlu fotograflarindan biri olan Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico’yu 1 Kasim 1941 tarihinde cekti.


(Fotograf, 17 Ekim 2006 tarihinde, New York’taki Sotheby's acik artirmada 609,600 Amerikan dolarina satilmisti.)
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Cezayir dogumlu Fransiz ekonomist, yazar ve siyasetci Jacques Attali'nin dogum gunu (1 Kasim 1943)

"Muzik bir ayna, bir kristal kure, insanoglunun yaptiklarini kaydeden bir yuzey, bir eksikligin isareti, bir utopya parcasi, her dinleyicinin kendi duygularini kaydettigi hususi bir bellek, bir anamnez, duzenin ve soyagaclarinin ortak hafizasidir; ne ozerk bir etkinlik ne de ekonomik altyapinin bir urunudur. O, halklarin ve sanatcilarin, insanlarin ve tanrilarin, senliklerin ve dualarin urunudur." Gurultuden Muzige

"Miroir et boule de cristal, surface d'enregistrement de l'oeuvre des humains, marque d'un manque, morceau d'utopie, mémoire privée où ch**ue auditeur enregistre ses propres sensations, anamnèse, mémoire collective de l'ordre et des généalogies, elle n'est ni une activité autonome, ni une conséquence de l'infrastructure économique; elle vient des peuples et des artistes, des hommes et des dieux, des fêtes et des prières."
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Amerikali yazar, hatip, kisisel gelisimci ve kisiler arasi iletisim uzmani Dale Carnegie'nin olum yildonumu (1 Kasim 1955)
''Yasam denilen olgu ne garip, degil mi? Kucuk cocuk 'ben buyuyunceder.Biraz daha buyudugunde 'Evlendigim zaman' der.Evlenince ne olacak? O zaman soyle dusunecek: 'Emekli olunca.' Emekli oldugunda, soyle geriye doner, gectigi yollar; sanki o yolun uzerinde soguk bir ruzgar esiyor gibidir, hicbir seyden yararlanamamis, her sey gecip gitmistir.Yasam, yasadigimiz andadir, her gun yasamakta, ama biz bunu gec ogreniyoruz. ''

“The child says, ‘When I am a big boy.’ But what is that? The big boy says, ‘When I grow up.’ And then, grown up, he says, ‘When I get married.’ But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to ‘When I’m able to retire.’ And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it; somehow he has missed it all, and it is gone. Life, we learn too late, is in the living, in the tissue of every day and hour.”
"Hayatini bir kum saati olarak gormeni istiyorum. Biliyorsun, kum saatinin tepesinde binlerce kum tanecigi vardir. Bunlar saatin ince boynundan yavasca gecerler. Ne yaparsak yapalim, birden fazla kum taneciginin saate zarar vermeden bu ince boyundan gecmesini saglayamayiz. Bizde bu kum saatine benziyoruz. Her sabah uyandigimizda o gun yapmamiz gereken yuzlerce is oldugunu biliriz. Bunlari birer birer yapmazsak, tipki kum saatinin boynundan gecen kumlar gibi gunun icinden yavas yavas gecmelerini saglamazsak, fiziksel ve ruhsal dengemiz bozulur."

"Think of your life as an hourglass. You know there are thousands of grains of sand in the top of the hourglass; and they all pass slowly and evenly through the narrow neck in the middle. Nothing you or I could do would make more than one grain of sand pass through this narrow neck without impairing the hourglass. You and I and everyone else are like this hourglass...if we do not take [tasks] one at a time and let them pass...slowly and evenly, then we are bound to break our own...structure.”
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Stanley Kubrick’in yonettigi, Kirk Douglas, Ralph Meeker ve Adolphe Menjou’nun basrollerini paylastigi savas-drama Zafer Yollari (Paths of Glory - Orizzonti di gloria), 1 Kasim 1957 tarihinde Munich’te gosterime girdi.

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Turk sair, yazar, siyasetci ve diplomat (Ahmet Agah) Yahya Kemal Beyatli'nin olum yildonumu (1 Kasim 1958)

If there comes a time to raise anchor from time, one day more,
A ship will set out from this harbor toward an unknown shore.
It makes way silently, as though it held no living soul;
At that unrocking parting no hand waves as the lines unroll.
Those watching from the wharf are all aching from this journey;
Their eyes sting from holding the black horizon so firmly.
Wretched hearts! What last ship leaving from the homeland is this?
And what deep mourning for a life spent in exile is this?
The loved and the lowing will wait in vain in the world here;
They do not know the belowed will never reappear.
Each of the many who are going are happy they could spend
A number of years here; the passengers never descend.

We are on the horizon of evening which can not be return. It is very late.
This is the last chapter O my life. Pass however.
Even if reborning is imagined
We dont want to cheered up with such consolation
The endless quiet night will begin
when passing by the big door of which large wings opened in jet black space and of which behind where the sun never rises.
In those last gardens next to sunset, with pleasure
Either be ruined in enthusiasm or be heart in love
Either a tulip must open or a rose on our chest
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Amerikali rock grubu Red Hot Chili Peppers'in kurucusu, solisti ve sarkilarinin soz yazari Anthony Kiedis'in dogum gunu (1 Kasim 1962)
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