Sanat Mozaik

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Ingiliz yazar, gazeteci ve cocuk kitaplari editoru Lindsey Kelk'in dogum gunu ( 3 Ekim 1980 )



" Ellerimin arasinda tuttugum buketin acisini bozmadan kolumun altina bir goz atmayi deniyorum. ' Angela ? Iyi misin ? ' Louisa'nin kaslari catiliyor. Louisa kusursuz makyaji, sarsilmaz sukuneti, milim sasmayan durusuyla mukemmelligin resmi gibi gorunuyor. Ustelik topuklari benimkilerden daha yuksek. Hi hi. Etkili ve guzel konusmada ustume adam tanimam. Sukurler olsun Tanrim, bu Louisa'nin dugunu, benim degil. Ve Tanrim, lutfen Mark benim beceriksiz bir nedime oldugumu fark etmesin. Olur ya dugun tarihimizi belirlemekten vazgecer falan. Cidden, koltukaltlarimda ter lekesi varsa bu cok korkunc. Dahasi, acik kahve tonlarindaki bu elbise beni hasta gostermek icin ozellikle secilmis gibi. Louisa'nin arkasindan koridorda yururken annemle babama hafifce gulumseyip olayin ciddiyetini sulandirmadan mutlu gorunuyorum. Ya da ben boyle gorundugumu umuyorum en azindan. Sac masami prizde birakip birakmadigimi merak ediyormus gibi gorunuyor da olabilirim. S.ktir! Ya masayi prizde biraktiysam ? Nikah torenlerinin kisaligi beni daima sasirtmistir. Aylar suren nisanlilik, planlamaya ayrilan onca saat, hatta koca bir haftasonu boyunca devam eden bekarliga veda partisinden sonra, omur boyu surecek olan anlasma en fazla yirmi dakikada olup bitti. Fotograf cekimi bile asil torenden daha cok zaman aldi. ' Evlendigime inanamiyorum, ' dedi Louisa. Fiskiyenin yaninda gulumseyen gelin ve basnedime olmakta katiyen zorlanmiyorduk. Ah, poz verirken nasil dogaldik. "



" I tried to sneak a peak under my arms without dislodging anything important from my bouquet. ' Angela ? Are you all right ? ' Louisa frowned at me, a picture of perfection, calm as anything, immaculate make-up and not teetering a touch. And her heels are higher than mine. 'Uh-huh,' I replied, as eloquent as ever. Thank God it's her wedding and not mine. And please God, while I'm at it, could you not let Mark focus on what a shoddy bridesmaid I'm turning out to be, just in case it puts him off setting our date. Seriously though, sweat patches would show horribly, the dress is a light coffee colour, specially selected to make me look sick as a dog. I stumbled down the aisle behind Louisa, with a small smile for my mum and dad, looking appropriately happy whilst acknowledging the solemnity of the occasion. I really hope that's how I look, anyway. There is a good chance I look as if I am wondering whether or not I've left my hair straighteners on. Shit! What if I have left my hair straighteners on ? I'm always struck by how short wedding ceremonies are. The months of engagement, hours of planning, a whole weekend for the hen do even, and the lifelong deal was done inside twenty minutes and a couple of hymns. Even the photos took longer than the actual service. ' I can't believe I'm married! ' Louisa breathed. We'd got to the not-at-all cheesy bride and head bridesmaid smiling by a fountain section. Oh dear. The poses came naturally, we'd been practising them with each other since we were old enough to hang pillowcases off the back of our heads, after all. "

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Ben Johnson, Jamie Lee Curtis, Hart Bochner'in basrollerini paylastigi korku-gerilim Dehset Treni ( Terror Train ), 3 Ekim 1980'de Amerika'da vizyona girdi. ( Turkiye: 23 Subat 1981 )

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Paul McCartney ve Michael Jackson, birlikte yaptiklari Say, Say, Say single'ni 3 Ekim 1983 tarihinde Ingiltere'de Parlophone etiketiyle yayinladilar.

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Italyan ressam Amos Nattini’nin olum yildonumu ( 3 Ekim 1985 )

Lucifero re dell'Inferno 1923 ( Dante Alighieri, Cehennem, canto XXXIV )




Lago di nemi, 1940 – 1943

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Fransiz oyun yazari Jean Anouilh’nin olum yildonumu ( 3 Ekim 1987 )



“ Kil gomleklerin, oruclarin, geceleri buz gibi taslar ustunde, icimizdeki zavalli hayvandan tiksine tiksine uykulari bolup sana dogru gelme cabalarinin zayif kisilerin buldugu onlemlerden baska birsey olabilecegini sanmam. Simdi bana oyle geliyor ki, gucluluk ve luks icinde, hatta sehvet icinde bile, seninle konusmama hic ara vermeyecegim. Sen zenginin ve mutlunun da tanrisisin. Senin derin adaletin de burada. Herseye dogustan sahip olanlara yuz cevirmedin. Kolayligin tuzaginda yapayalniz birakmadin onlari. Yolunu sasirmis koyunlarin onlardir belki de. Yoksullar ve sakatlar baslangicta sok daha ustun bir durumdadir. Seninle dolup tasarlar. Buyuk bir guvenle sariliverirler sana, duskunlukleri de bunun bedelidir. Ama, bazi bazi, buyuk yargi gununde, onlarin magrur baslarini zenginlerinkinden de fazla egilecegini tasarladigim oluyor. Cunku senin duzeninde, bizim yanlis olarak ‘adalet’ dedigimiz sey gizli ve derindir ve sen onlarin icini de krallarinki kadar ozenle incelersin. Ve bizim gozlerimizi kamastiran, ama senin icin goze bile carpmayan farklar altinda; tac ya da kabuk altinda sen ayni gururu, ayni ovungenligi, ayni kendinden hosnut cabayi bulursun. ” Becket Ya Da Tanrinin Onuru



“ Their hair shirts, their fasting, their bells in the small hours summoning one to meet you, on the icy paving stones, in the sick misery of the poor ill?treated human animal—I cannot believe that all these are anything but safeguards for the weak. In power and in luxury, and even in the pleasures of the flesh, I shall not cease to speak to You, I feel this now. You are the God of the rich man and the happy man too, Lord, and therein lies Your profound justice. You do not turn away Your eyes from the man who was given everything from birth. You have not abandoned him, alone in his ensnaring facility. And he may be Your true lost sheep. For Your scheme of things, which we mistakenly call justice, is secret and profound and You plumb the hidden depths of poor men’s puny frames as carefully as those of Kings. And beneath those outward differences, which blind us, but which to You are barely noticeable; beneath the diadem or the grime, You discern the same pride, the same vanity, the same petty, complacent preoccupation with oneself. ”

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Isvecli aktris, yapimci ve dans sanatcisi Alicia Amanda Vikander’in dogum gunu ( 3 Ekim 1988 )

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Jean Rochefort, Anna Galiena, Maurice Chevit’in basrollerini paylastigi Berberin Kocasi ( Le Mari de la coiffeuse ), 3 Ekim 1990 tarihinde Fransa’da vizyona girdi.





“ Bulmacalar tipki kadinlara benzer… cozulmek icin tatli bir direnc gosterirler. Sunu aklindan cikarma: ne kadar direniyorlarsa... o kadar istiyorlar demektir. / Les grilles de mots croisés c’est comme les femmes. Plus elles résistent et meilleur c’est quand elles se donnent! / Remember that crosswords are like women… resistance makes surrender sweeter. Repeat this: the more they resist... the sweeter the surrender. ”

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Yunan sair, yazar ve aktris Katerina Gogou'nun olum yildonumu ( 3 Ekim 1993 )

Bir sabah acacagim kapiyi
ve cikacagim sokaklara
dunku gibi tipki.
Ve dusunmeyecegim hicbir sey
Bir parca babami dusunurum sade
bir parca da denizi – ikisi de terk etmisti beni –
ve sehri. Su tukettikleri sehri.
Ve dostlarimizi, kaybettikleri.
Bir sabah acacagim kapiyi
dogru dosdogru atesin ustune
ve cikacagim dunku gibi tipki
“ fasistler! ” diye bagirarak
barikat kurarak ve tas atarak
elimde bir kizil bayrak
yuksek tutarak parlasin diye guneste.
Acacagim kapiyi
ve – korktugumdan degil –
ama sana, soylemek istiyorum sana basaramadigimi
ve ogrenmen gerekiyor senin
ki sokaga inmeyesin
silahsiz, benim gibi
cunku basaramadim ben
cunku o zaman kaybolursun benim gibi sen de
“ oyle ” “ mechul ”
ayrilmis kucucuk parcalarina
deniz, cocukluk yillari
ve kizil bayrak.
Bir sabah
acacagim kapiyi
ve kaybolacagim
devrim ruyasiyla
sonsuz yalnizliginin ortasinda
yanip kul olacak sokaklarin
sonsuz yalnizliginin ortasinda
kagittan barikatlarin.



One morning I will open the door
and I will go out in the streets
as I did yesterday.
And I won’t be thinking about anything other than
just one piece of the father
and one piece of the sea
-those two pieces they didn’t deprive me of-
and the city. The city which they transformed into a rotting corpse.
And our friends that are no more.
One morning I will open the door
straight into the fire
and I will enter as I did yesterday
shouting “ fascists!! ”
constructing barricades and throwing rocks
with a red banner
held high, shining in the sunbeams.
I will open the door
and it’s time to tell you
-not that I am afraid-
but, see, I want to tell you that I didn’t make it in time
and that you have to learn
not to be going out in the streets without weapons as I did
-because I didn’t make it in time-
because then you will disappear as I disappeared
“ like that ” “ in the void ”
cracked into little pieces made
of sea, childhood years
and red banners.
One morning I will open the door
and I will be gone
carrying the dream of the revolution
within the infinite loneliness
of the paper-made barricades.