Sanat Mozaik

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Amerikali yazar, besteci ve gezgin Paul Bowles’un dogum yil donumu (30 Aralik 1910)

“Yine aylar gecmiş, Col'e gidebilecek parayi hala biriktirememisler. Gumus liralari saklamislar, cunku ucu de Targui'ye asikmis. Huzunleri de surup gidiyormus. Gunun birinde, 'Bizim sonumuz boyle gelecek,' demisler. 'Hep uzgun kalacagiz ve Col'de cay icemeyecegiz. Demek ki hemen gitmeliyiz oraya.Paramız olmasa da'. Ellerindeki butun paralari birlestirmis, gumus liralari bile katmis, bir caydanlik, bir tepsi ve uc bardak satin almislar, kalaniyla da El Golea'ya otobus bileti almislar. Pek az paralari kalmis. Onu da son kurusuna kadar, kervaniyla guneye giden bir bakamar'a vermisler. Adam buna karsilik onlarin kervanina katilip develere binmelerine izin vermis. Bir aksam, gunesin batmasina yakin, kocaman kumullarin oraya varmislar. 'Iste Col'e geldik,' diye dusunmusler. 'Cayi yapalim.' Ay dogmuş, butun erkekler uykuya yatmis, bir tek nobetci kalmis. O da develerin yaninda oturuyor, kavalini caliyormuş." Ismail parmaklarini agzina goturup oynatti. "Utka, Mimuna ve Aysa, ellerinde tepsi, caydanlık ve bardaklarla, sessizce kervandan uzaklasmislar. Col'un tumunu gorebilmek icin en yuksek kumulu arayacaklarmis. Caylarini da o zaman yapacaklarmis. Uzun sure yurumusler. Utka, 'Yuksek bir kumul goruyorum,' demis. Oraya yuruyup tepesine tirmanmislar. Mimuna, 'Ben surada bir kumul goruyorum, o bizimkinden cok daha yuksek.Oradan ta In Salah'a kadar olan alani gorebiliriz.' demis. Oraya gitmisler ama tepeye tirmandiklarinda Aysa, 'Bakin!' demis, 'Iste en yuksek kumul. Tamanrasseti'i bile gorebiliriz oradan. Targui'nin yasadigi yer orasi!' Gunes dogmus, onlar yurumeyi surdurmusler. Ogle oldugunda ortalik cok fazla sicak olmus ama kumula varmislar, tepeye dogru tirmanmislar, tirmanmislar. Doruga varinca, cok yorgun olduklarini hissetmisler. 'Once biraz dinlenelim, sonra cayi yapariz,' demisler. Uyumadan once tepsiyi caydanligi ve bardaklari ortaya cikarip hazirlamislar. Sonra uzanıp uyumuslar. Daha sonra. ‘Ismail susup Port'a bakti. Gunler sonra oradan baska kervan geciyormuş, adamin biri en yuksek kumulun tepesinde bir seyler gormus. Ne olduguna bakmak icin oraya tirmanmis. Utka, Mimuna ve Aysa’yı bulmus. Hala orada, uykuya daldiklari andakinden farksiz bicimde yatiyorlarmis. Her uc bardak da.’ ısmail kendi Cay bardagini havaya kaldirip gosterdi. ‘kumlarla doluymuş. Iste böyle içmişler Col’de caylarini.” Esirgeyen Gokyuzu



“Many months go by, and still they can’t earn enough money to go to the Sahara. They have kept the silver pieces, because all three are in love with the Targui. And they are always sad. One day they say: ‘We are going to finish like this-always sad, without ever having tea in the Sahara-so now we must go anyway, even without money.’ And they put all their money together, even the three silver pieces, and they buy a teapot and a tray and three glasses, and they buy bus tickets to El Golea.And there they have only a little money left, and they give it all to a bachhamar who is taking his caravan south to the Sahara. So he lets them ride with his caravan. And one night, when the sun is going to go down, they come to the great dunes of sand, and they think: ‘Ah, now we are in the Sahara; we are going to make tea.’ The moon comes up, all the men are asleep except the guard. He is sitting with the camels playing his flute.” Smail wriggled his fingers in front of his mouth. “Outka, Mimouna and Aicha go away from the caravan quietly with their tray and their teapot and their glasses. They are going to look for the highest dune so they can see all the Sahara. Then they are going to make tea. They walk a long time. Outka says: ‘I see a high dune,’ and they go to it and climb up to the top. Then Mimouna says: ‘I see a dune over there. It’s much higher and we can see all the way to In Salah from it.’ So they go to it, and it is much higher. But when they get to the top, Aicha says: ‘Look! There’s the highest dune of all. We can see to Tamanrasset. That’s where the Targui lives.’ The sun came up and they kept walking. At noon they were very hot. But they came to the dune and they climbed and climbed. When they got to the top they were very tired and they said: ‘We’ll rest a little and then make tea.’ But first they set out the tray and the teapot and the glasses. Then they lay down and slept. And then” -Smail paused and looked at Port- “Many days later another caravan was passing and a man saw something on top of the highest dune there. And when they went up to see, they found Outka, Mimouna and Aicha; they were still there, lying the same way as when they had gone to sleep.And all three of the glasses,” he held up his own little tea glass, “were full of sand. That was how they had their tea in the Sahara.”

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Fransiz tiyatro, roman ve deneme yazari, sanat tarihcisi Romain Rolland'in olum yil donumu (30 Aralik 1944)

"Ben de Voltaire gibi dusunuyorum: Birkac sinek isirigi, kosan ati durduramaz. / Penso come Voltaire che qualche puntura di mosca non può rallentare la corsa di un cavallo focoso."Romain Rolland, Beethoven




"Iyilikten baska bir ustunluk gostergesi tanimiyorum.Karakterin buyuk olmadigi bir yerde, buyuk bir insan yoktur, buyuk bir sanatci bile yoktur, buyuk bir eylem adami yoktur; yalnizca kalabaliklarin ucuz ve kisa alkislarini toplayan, topragindan cikarilmis putlar vardir; zaman hepsini yok edecektir. Basarinin onemi yoktur. Soz konusu olan buyuk olmaktir, buyuk gorunmek degil.”



“I recognise no sign of superiority in mankind other than goodness.Where the character is not great, there is no great man, there is not even a great artist, nor a great man of action; there are only idols unearthed for the cheap and short-lived applause of the multitude; time will efface them altogether. Outward success matters little. The only thing is to be great, not to appear so.”

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Amerikali sarkici,soz yazari, sair ve gorsel sanatci Patti Smith’in dogum gunu (30 Aralik 1946)





"Havadaki titresimi hissedebiliyorduk; bir telas duygusu hakimdi ortama.Her sey Ay'la basladi ; ulasilmaz bir siirdi Ay ,ya da bir zamanlar oyleydi.Simdi uzerinde insanlar yuruyordu ,tanrilarin incisinin uzerinde lastik izleri vardi.Belki de zamanin akisini, icinde bulundugumuz on yilin son yazini yasadigimizi fark etmekten kaynaklaniyordu telasimiz.Bazen ellerimi kaldirip durdurmak istiyordum.Ama neyi durdurmak ? Belki de buyumeyi."



“Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.”

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Kanadali roman yazari Douglas Coupland'in dogum gunu (30 Aralik 1961)

"Derler ki, insan asik oldugunda, gundelik dunyanin yaninda ilerleyen yeni bir paralel evrene girermis. Baska hiç kimsenin giremeyecegi kucuk bir evrenmis bu; iki kisilik bir ulke, ozel, fanus gibi korunakli, hic bitmeyen bir esprinin icinde yasarmiscasina mutlu. Ama bence bu dogru degil. Bence gercek evren, ask bitince patlayarak sacilan tehlike; insanin dunyasi yikilip tutunacak bir dali kalmadiginda ortaya cikan gerceklik. Ben simdi bu gercekligin icindeyim."� Uc harfli kelime : Ask.



"People say that when you're in love you enter a new parallel universe that runs alongside our everyday world - a small universe where nothing else can intrude - a republic of two, hypnotic, exclusive and bubbly, like you're living inside a punch line that just won't end. But I don't think this is true. I think that being in love simply makes you feel even more connected to the rest of the species. I’m living in right now."

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19. yuzyilin en buyuk Italyan sairlerinden Giovanni Pascoli'nin dogum yildonumu (31 Aralik 1855)



Iste aciliyor gece cicekleri
sevdiklerimi andigim saatte.
Kartoplari arasında gorundu
aksam kelebekleri.
Bir suredir sustu cigliklar:
Orada, yalnızca bir tek ev fisildar.
Kanatlar altinda uyur yuvalar
tipki kirpiklerin altindaki gozler gibi.
Acilmis yapraklardan yayiliyor
kokusu kirmizi cileklerin.
Bir isik parliyor orada, salonda.
Ot bitiyor mezarlar uzerinde.
Gec kalmis bir ari vizildiyor
coktan dolmus petekleri gorunce.
Boga grubu yildizlari mavi gokte
civildayarak geziniyor.
Gece boyunca yayiliyor
ruzgarla gelen koku.
Isik suzuluyor merdivenden;
birinci katta parliyor: Sondu…
Ve safak: Yapraklari kapaniyor
biraz boynu bukuk; yeseriyor
islak ve gizli vazoda
bilmem hangi yeni mutluluk.

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Renkleri buyuk bir ustalikla kullanisiyla Picasso ve Kandinsky ile birlikte, modern sanatin en buyuk sanatcilarindan Fransiz Empresyonist ressam Henri Matisse’in dogum yildonumu (31 Aralik 1869)

Lusso calma voluttà (Luxury, calm and voluptuousness,1904)




La gioia di vivere (The joy of living, 1905-1906)




Odalisca con i pantaloni rossi (Odalisque with Red Trousers, 1922)

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Uruguayli sair, oyun ve kisa oyku yazari Horacio Quiroga’nin dogum yildonumu (31 Aralik 1878)

“Yazarken ne arkadaslarini dusun, ne de oykunun yaratacagi etkiyi. Bir araya getirecegin kahramanlarinin icinde yasadigio kucucuk ortamdan baska ilgini ceken hicbir sey yokmuc gibi anlat oykunu. Oykudeki yasantidan baska bir sey cikmasin ortaya.”



“Don’t think about your friends or the impression your story will have when you write. Tell your story as if it mattered only to its small group of characters—you could have been one. There is no other way to bring your stories to life.”


“Kahramanlarini elinde tut ve oykunun sonuna kadar tutarli bir sekilde tasi. Kurguladigin yolda onlari baska sekilde gormeye kalkma. Baskalarinin goremedigi ya da gorse bile aldirmayacagi seylerle yolunu saptirma. Okuru aldatma. Oyku, laf kalabaligindan arinmis bir romandir. Oyle olmasa bile, bunu mutlak bir hakikat olarak kabullen.”



“Take your characters firmly by the hand and lead them to the end of the story, without deviating from the path you have drawn for them. Don’t distract yourself by writing about what your characters cannot see or what is not important for them to see. Don’t abuse the reader. A story is a novel with all the clutter cut out. Take this as an absolute truth, even though it may not be.”

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Ispanyol yazar ve dusunur Miguel de Unamuno’nun olum yildonumu (31 Aralik 1936)

“Peki nedir ask? Aski kim tanimladi? Tanimlanan ask, askliktan cikar.”



“And what is love? Who has ever defined love? Love once defined would cease to be love.”



-Karim piano calacak, dedi Augusto.

-Piano! Ne ise yarar bu piano?

-Ne ise mi yarar? En hos yani, is denen o lanet seye yaramamasi. Is denen seyden biktim artik.



-My wife will play the piano, said Augusto.

-The piano! And what's the good of that? asked Liduvina.

-What's the good of it? Why, that's just what constitutes its greatest charm, that there's not a damned bit of good in it. It is of no service, as they say.