Sanat Mozaik

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Amerikali sair, roman, cocuk kitaplari ve oyun yazari Countee Cullen'in olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 1946)



Nedir, ne degildir Afrika bana:
Bakir gunes ya da deniz kizilca,
Yildizi ormanin, orman patikasi,
Guclu, tunc renkli insanlar, krallik karasi
Kadinlar ki firlamisim bellerinden
Oter ne vakit kuslari Cennet’in?
Uzaklasiyor bir ucyuz yila yakin
Sevdigi sahnelerden atalarinin,
Baharli koru da, tarcin agaci da,
Nedir, ne degildir Afrika bana?

Uzanirim bundandir, uzanirim gunboyu
Istemem sarki disinda tek bir ugultu
Vahsi, barbar kuslarca soylenen sarki disinda
Durtukleyen, orman surulerini yiginlarca,
Feda tanrisidir, adak ister, gecen
Cigneyerek uzun otlari, karsi gelen
Uzandigi yerde genc orman severler,
Altinda gokyuzunun, nikah sozu verirler.

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Belcikali ressam Jean Brusselmans'in olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 1953)

La Promenade (The walk, 1919)




Wasvrouw II, 1924

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Amerikali sair Louise Bogan, 9 Ocak 1954’de Bollingen Siir Odulunu kazandi.

Yuzun simdi yuregimde oldugundan oturu,
Ayva ve kavunun, taze bir alaz gibi sarinin
Dikenli yildizcicekleri ve coban asasiyla uzandigi
Yureginin kararan cercevesine oranla
Daha az bakarim yuzunun cehresine.
Otede, bir bahce. Tirpanlar asili dursa da elma agaclarinda,
Orada, kustah rahatlikta kursun ve mermer figurler seyreder
Gonulsuzce giden baska bir yazin gosterisini.

Yuzun simdi yuregimde oldugundan, bakarim.



Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd’s crook.
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look

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1 Akademi, 1 Golden Globe ve 1 BAFTA Odullu Amerikali aktor Jonathan Kimble 'J. K.' Simmons'in dogum gunu (9 Ocak 1955)

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Turk yazar, siyasetci, akademisyen ve ogretmen Halide Edib Adivar'in olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 1964)



“Sen gelecekteki bir devletin kurucusu gibi konusuyorsun. Sevki Bey Dede’nin devletle hic munasebeti yok. Onun sahasi bireyin ruhu… kendisine mahsus acligi, susuzlugu, anlama-gorme meraki, anlasilmazlari olan ruh! Eger insanlar sade yapay bir devletin birer kucuk parcasindan ibaret olsalar dunya bir nevi karinca, ari cemaatine doner. Dede’nin sizin temsil ettiginiz mustakbel Turk rejimiyle hic alakasi yok.” Sinekli Bakkal



"You speak like a future nation-builder, Master Shevki. Dede has no relationship with the nation. His domain is the soul of the individual … a soul that has curiosities, enigmas, hunger, thirst particular to itself. Whether or not men are composed of small pieces of an apparent nation like some type of world-womb, they return naked to the congregation. Dede has no relation with the future Turkish regime that you have imagined."

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Amerikali hard rock grubu Van Halen, 6.studyo albumu 1984’u 9 Ocak 1984’de piyasaya surdu.

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Turk sair, yazar ve cevirmen (Cemalettin Seber) Cemal Sureya'nin olum yildonumu ( 9 Ocak 1990)



Share now a pigeon's flight
Bluebound along the ancient skies,
Its women forever hair and mammal,
A Mediterranean town may arise
If you rip apart a pigeon's heart.

Time for you to love and to hug
Time to hold your hand, time for you
But which hand, my love, which hand;
One has clutched you, pure old peevish,
One was anointed with an adult aurora,
One in freedom's endless exodus,
And one, unvanquished, breaks bread
With men toiling in mud and dust and smoke.

Since is our soul's rapture as of old;
A clouds, if in motion, is in our ken,
The minaret if joyful unto God,
And a man if gallant against misery.
Whenever we cast a butt in the sea
In the name of liberty, peace, and love
It keeps glowing till daybreak.



Ora, amore, io ti penso in una grande città
Ho in mano una penna blu scuro, in tasca due pacchetti di sigarette
La nostra esistenza mi scorre davanti
Le nostre uscite, l’acqua bevuta insieme, i baci
Mi viene da piangere se penso alle nostre risa.
I fiori, i fiori, ho innaffiato i fiori questa mattina
Ma quella rosa non sorride senza di te
Il fiore che avevi messo nell’acqua, accanto alla finestra,
perchè mettesse radici
In questi giorni è più triste che mai



Seated at the core of the rose I weep
As I die in the street each night
Ahead and beyond all unmindful
Pang upon pang of dark diminution
Of eyes upheld blissful with life

Your hands are in my caress into dusk
Hands forever white forever white
Cast into my soul icicles of fright
A train a while at the station
A man who lost the station to me

On my face I rub the rose
Fallen forlorn over the pavement
And cut my body limb by limb
Bloodgush doomsday madmusic
On the horn a gypsy is reborn

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Italyan filozof Norberto Bobbio'nun olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 2004)

"Liberalizmi burjuvazinin gucu olarak anlayinca onu reddetmek kolaydir; devletin gucunu sinirlamak seklinde anlayinca ise reddetmek guctur."



"È molto facile sbarazzarsi del liberalismo se lo si identifica con una teoria e pratica della libertà come potere in particolare del potere della borghesia, ma è assai più difficile sbarazzarsene quando lo si consideri come teoria e pratica dei limiti del potere statale."