Sanat Mozaik

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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."



“Benim ‘Atesten Gomlek’im eger zaman sondurup bir tarafa atmazsa Turk romanlari arasinda iki tane ‘Atesten Gomlek’ olacak. Belki elli sene sonra bir kutuphane rafinda yan yana oturacak olan bu iki kitap Hans Andersen’in masallarindaki gibi belki dile gelir, birbirlerine gecmis gunleri soylerler…”



“If my Atesten Gomlek doesn’t fade away in time, there will be two novels with this name in Turkish literature. Maybe these two will share a shelf in a library, and maybe they’ll find themselves chatting like in a Hans Andersen tale, exchanging the lessons of their pasts.”

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Turk ressam Nurullah Berk’in olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 1982)

Jeune garçon, 20th century




Man at the Window, 1959




Sitting Nude , 1980

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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



Vostro padre è mai morto prima?
Il mio sì, morì una volta e divenni cieco
Lo lavarono lo presero lo portarono via
Da mio padre questo non me l’aspettavo
E divenni cieco
Siete mai stati al bagno turco?
Io sì. La lanterna accanto a me si spense
Si spense uno dei miei occhi e divenni cieco.
In alto c’era tutto un cielo, una sfera
di un azzurro ineffabile, e divenni cieco.
E quelle lastre di marmo, il marmo dell’hammam
mandava luccichii come uno specchio
nel marmo vidi metà del mio viso.
Era così come… come un qualcosa di orribile
Dal mio viso questo me non me l’aspettavo
E divenni cieco.
Avete mai pianto
Coperti dal sapone?

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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."

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Amerikali yazar, sair ve aktivist (Everett Leroi Jones) Amiri Baraka’nin olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 2014)

Kostum giymis
Belsoguklugu degildi
Siyahlari katleden
Beyaz carsaf hastaliklari
Insanligin cogu hosnut oldukca
Akil ve akil sagligi terorize oldu
Onlar diyor ki (kim diyor?)
Kime soyluyorlar
Paralarinikim oduyor
Yalanlari kim soyluyor
Kim tebdili
Kimin koleleri var
Starbucks’tan dolarlari kim topluyor
Ciftliklerin yagini kim cikartiyor
Kim kuruttu Kizilderililerin soyunu
Siyah ulusunu kim telef etmeye calisti
Kim yasiyor Wall Street’te
O tasaklarini kesen
Anana tecavuz eden
Babani linc eden ilk ciftlik
Zift kimde, tuyleri kim aldi
Kibrit kimde, kim atese verdi
Kim oldurdu kim kiraladi
Kim Tanri oldugunu soyledi
Kim Seytan hala
Kim en buyuk
Kim en iyi
Kim benziyor Isa’ya
Her seyi kim yaratti
En akilli kim
En buyuk kim
En zengin kim
Kim senin cirkin kendisinin en yakiisikli oldugunu soyleyen
Sanati kim tanimiyor
Bilimi kim tanimliyor…



It wasn't
The gonorrhea in costume
The white sheet diseases
That have murdered black people
Terrorized reason and sanity
Most of humanity, as they pleases
They say (who say?)
Who do the saying
Who is them paying
Who tell the lies
Who in disguise
Who had the slaves
Who got the bux out the Bucks
Who got fat from plantations
Who genocided Indians
Tried to waste the Black nation
Who live on Wall Street
The first plantation
Who cut your nuts off
Who rape your ma
Who lynched your pa
Who got the tar, who got the feathers
Who had the match, who set the fires
Who killed and hired
Who say they God & still be the Devil
Who the biggest only
Who the most goodest
Who do Jesus resemble
Who created everything
Who the smartest
Who the greatest
Who the richest
Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest
Who define art
Who define science…

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Polonyali sosyolog ve filozof Zygmunt Bauman’in olum yildonumu (9 Ocak 2017)

“Kendi becerimiz, adanmisligimiz ve zor kazanilan marifetlerimiz sayesinde bir zamanlar elde edilmis sonuclar yalnizca havali bir kredi karti ve bir tusa basmayi gerektiren bir cihazda 'taseronlastirildiginda', bircok insani eskiden mutlu kilan ve muhtemelen herkesin mutlulugu acisindan yasamsal olan sey 'basariyla kotarilmis is', ustalik, maharet ve beceri karsisinda, yildirici bir gorevin yerine getirilmesi, inatci bir engelin ustesinden gelinmesi karsisinda duyulan gurur zamanla yitirilir. Daha uzun vadede, bir zamanlar elde edilen beceriler ve yeni beceriler kazanma ve uzmanlasma huneri de yitip gider ve bunlarla beraber, ozsayginin aciga cikardigi mutlulugun yani sira, yerine baska bir sey koymasi cok guc olan izzetinefsin yasamsal sarti, yani ustalik yetenegini tatmin etme zevki de yitip gider.” Yasama Sanati



“The pleasures of relaxation are not the only ones to have been laid at the altar of a life hurried for the sake of saving time to chase other things. When the effects that were once attained thanks to our own ingenuity, dedication and hard-learned skills are ‘outsourced’ to a gadget requiring only a swish of a credit card and a push of a button, something that used to make many people happy and was probably vital for everybody’s happiness is lost on the way: pride in ‘work well done’, in dexterity, smartness and skill, in a daunting task performed, an indomitable obstacle over- Introduction come. In the longer run, skills once obtained, and the very ability to learn and master new skills, are forgotten and lost, and with them goes the joy of gratifying the workmanship instinct, that vital condition of self-esteem, so diffi cult to replace, along with the happiness offered by self-respect.”