Sanat Mozaik

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Misirli yazar Necip Mahfu’un13 Ekim 1988 tarihinde "Gelenekselle modern arasinda toplumsal elestiri sanatinin oncusu" gerekcesiyle Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazandigi aciklandi.

"Seytan gencligin kapilarini kolayca girilecek bir yer olarak gorur ve gizlice iceri suzulerek kotulugunu yapar. Hepimiz gencligin kapilarini ondan korumali ve SIKI SIKI kapali tutmaliyiz.Dusun artik, yasini basini almisligin sayginligina erismis bir adamin bu kapilari acip seytani cagirdigini gorursek durum ne olur?"�



"Satan finds the doors of youth an easy entrance and he slips in both secretly and openly to spread his havoc. We should do all we can do to prevent the doors of youth opening to him and keep them tightly closed. Just think of elderly men to whom age has given the keys of respectability. What would be the situation if we were to see them deliberately opening these doors and calling out in invitation to the devil?"



"Kendimi oyle bir girdapta buluyorum ki, siirden baska cikis yolu yok, siir varligimin tek amaci. Siir olmadan, bizi hava gibi kusatan askla ne ederdik ? Bizi ates gibi yakan gizli duygular, acimadan ustumuze gelen su dunyayla ?"�



"I found myself caught in a whirlpool from which there's no escape except through poetry, for poetry is the very aim of my existence. Without it, what would we do with the love which surrounds us like air, the secret feelings which burns us like fire, the universe which oppresses us without mercy?"

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Woody Allen'in yonetip rol aldigi, kadrosunda Martin Landau, Bill Bernstein, Claire Bloom, Miriam Rosenthal, Stephanie Roth Haberle ve Gregg Edelman'in bulundugu Suclar ve kabahatler (Crimes and Misdemeanors - Crimini e misfatti) 13 Ekim 1989'da bazi eyaletlerde vizyona girdi.

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Vittorio De Sica'nin yonettigi Bisiklet Hirsizlari (Ladri di Biciclette - Bicycle Thieves, 1948) senaryo yazari Italyan senarist ve Neorealizmin ilk teorisyen ve savunucularindan Cesare Zavattini'nin olum yildonumu (13 Ekim 1989)

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Uruguayli ressam Luis Alberto Solari'nin olum yildonumu (13 Ekim 1993)

Eva y la Serpiente, XX siglo




Un día y una historia, XX siglo

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Japon yazar Kenzaburo Oe’nin 13 Ekim 1994 tarihinde "Gunumuz insanliginin kotu durumunu kaygili resmiyle yogunlasan; efsane ve gercegin karisimindan olusan, siirsel gucuyle yarattigi hayal dunyasi icin" gerekcesiye Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazandigi aciklandi.

"Kisisel sorunlar arasinda, tek basina o sorunun magarasinda ilerledikce, sonunda tumunu ilgilendiren, genis bir cikisa ulasildigi da olur. Oyle sorunlar da yok mudur? O durumda bunalmis haldeki kisi, o bunalimin meyvesini almis olur. Karanlik magarada aci anlar yasayan, ama yeryuzune cikmayi basardigi anda torba dolusu altin elde eden Tom Sawyer gibi! Ancak, benim su anki kisisel sorunumdaki aciyi yasama rolu, diger tum insanlardan soyutlanmis halde. Kendime ait dikine bir cukuru, caresizce kazmaya devam etmekten baska bir sey yapmiyorum. Ayni sekilde karanlik cukur icerisinde SIKINTILI terler dokuyor bile olsam, benim kisisel sorunumdan hicbir insansi anlam cikmaz. Yalnizlik ve utanc icerisinde kazilan igrenc bir cukur. Benim Tom Sawyer'im o derin cukurun icerisinde aklini yitirebilir."Kisisel Bir Sorun



"You're right about this being limited to me, it's entirely a personal matter. But with some personal experiences that lead you way into a cave all by yourself, you must eventually come to a side tunnel or something opens on a truth that concerns not just yourself but everyone. And with that kind of experience at least the individual is rewarded for his suffering. Like Tom Sawyer! He had to suffer in a pitch-black cave, but at the same time he found his way out into the light he also found a bag of gold! But what I'm experiencing personally now is like digging a vertical mine shaft in isolation; it goes straight down to a hopeless depth and never opens on anybody else's world. So I can sweat and suffer in that same dark cave and my personal experience won't result in so much as a fragment of significance for anybody else. Hole-digging is all I2m doing, futile, shameful hole-digging; my Tom Sawyer is at the bottom of a desperately deep mine shaft and I wouldn't be surprised if he went mad!"

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Man Booker Odullu Galli roman yazari Bernice Rubens'in olum yildonumu (13 Ekim 2004)



"Bana saygi duymayan hic kimse beni ilgilendirmez. / I'm not interested in anybody who doesn't respect me."



"Siir okumak onu ask dusuncesine de kosullandirmisti ve askin dusuncesi bile yuzunun kizarmasina yetiyordu."



"Her reading of poetry had compelled her too, to thoughts of love, and she blushed even at the thought of it."

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Jamaikali roman yazari Marlon James, 13 Ekim 2015 tarihinde Yedi Cinayetin Kisa Tarihcesi (A Brief History of Seven Killings) romaniyla Man Booker Odulu'nu kazandi.



"Gettoyu da gordum ben, babamla gittim. Herkes kendi Jamaikasinda yasar ve eger benimki orasi olacaksa canim ciksin. Gecen hafta gece saat on bir ile sabahin ucu arasinda bir zaman uc adam girmis babamin evine. Annem her zaman her yerde, alem eder arar ve onun icin gecen hafta gazetede silahli adamlarin Yari Yol Agaci hattini gectiklerini ve sehir merkezi disindaki hedeflere yonelmeye basladiklarini yazmasi hic de iyiye alamet degildi. Gece sokaga cikma yasagi hâlâ suruyordu ve sehir merkezinde yasayan durust, namuslu insanlar bile belli bir saatten sonra evlerinden cikmamaliydi, altidan sonra mi, sekizden mi ne, yoksa kolaylikla hedef olabilirlerdi. Gecen ay, bizden dort ev asagida oturan Bay Jacobs gece vardiyasindan evine donerken polis onu durdurup bir kamyonetin arkasina atmis ve Silah Mahkemesine goturup iceri kapatmis. Eger babam bir yargic bulup da ona yasalara saygili, durust vatandaslarin bile iceri tikilmasinin dupeduz cilginlik oldugunu anlatabilmeyi basaramasa hala iceride ola*cakti. Her ne kadar gabardin kumastan takim elbise giymis bile olsa Bay Jacobs'un ten renginin, polisin onun namuslu bir adam oldugunu varsaymasi icin fazla koyuca renkte oldugundan her ikisi de hic soz etmemisler. Sonra silahli adamlar bizim eve de girmisler. Annemlerin nikah yuzugunu, annemin Hollanda’dan aldigi butun biblolari, uc yuz dolar parayi, annemin butun kupelerini ve babamin kol saatini almis*lar, ustelik annem onlara kupelerin bes para etmeyecegini soyledigi halde. Babama birkac kere yumruk atmislar, annem iclerinden birine annesinin, oglunun gunah islemekte oldugunu bilip bilmedigini sor*dugunda da onu tokatlamislar. Anneme adamlardan herhangi birinin onun irzina gecip gecmedigini de sordum ama o bana calilarinin vahsi orman gibi gurlesmis oldugunu soyledi, ben de kendimi baska biriyle konustuguma inandirdim. Butun gece karakolu aradiklari halde polis ancak ertesi sabah gelebildi, sabah dokuz bucukta, ben oraya vardiktan cok sonra (beni saat altida aramislardi) ve kirmizi bir kalemle sari not defterine bir rapor yazdi. Curum faili yazabilmek icin sozcukleri kendi kendine uc kere tekrar etmesi gerekti. Isin icinde saldiri silahi da var miydi, diye sordugunda ben kahkahayi koyuverdim, annem de ozur dilememi istedi..."



"I’ve seen the ghetto, been there with my father. Everybody lives in their own Jamaica and damn if that was ever going to be mine. Last week, somewhere between eleven p.m. and three a.m., three men broke into my father’s house. My mother is always looking for signs and wonders and for her the fact that the newspaper last week said gunmen crossed the Half Way Tree line and have started picking off targets uptown was a very bad sign. The curfew was still on and even decent uptown people had to be indoors by a certain hour, six, eight, who knows or they would be up for grabs. Last month Mr. Jacobs from four houses down was coming home from night service and the police stopped him, threw him in the back of the van and sent him to the Gun Court lockup. He would still be there if Daddy didn’t find a judge to tell him that this was straight foolishness when we start to lock up even proper law-abiding people. Neither man mentioned that Mr. Jacobs was too dark-skinned for police to assume he was proper people, even in a gabardine suit. Then gunmen broke into our house. They took my parents’ wedding rings, all my mother’s figurines from Holland, three hundred dollars, all her costume earrings even though she told them they’re worth nothing, and his watch. They punched my father a couple times, and slapped my mother when she asked one of them if his mother knew that he was sinning. I asked her if any of the men had their way with her but said the rosebush was growing wild like a leggo beast, and I pretended I was talking to somebody else. The policeman didn’t come until the morning even though they called the station all night. Nine-thirty in the morning, long after I got there (they didn’t call me until six), and he took a statement on a yellow pad with a red pen. He had to say perpetrator to himself three times just to figure out how to spell it. When he said wuz h’any h’aggressive weapon brawt into play? I burst out laughing and my mother said I should excuse myself."

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Bob Dylan’in 13 Ekim 2016 tarihinde "Amerikan sarki gelenegi icersinde yeni siirsel ifadeler yaratmis olmasindan dolayi" gerekcesiyle Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazandigi aciklandi.