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Saul Leiter

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Saul Leiter

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“Need is the manner in which the future appears, as the organic form of expectation.”

“İhtiyaç, beklentinin organik biçimi olarak, içinde geleceğin belirdiği örüntüdür.”

— Gilles Deleuze, Difference and Repetition (1968)

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“Having money is a way of being free of money,” says Camus. That’s not true. When we need money, we actually need other people who will do things that we need but can’t do by ourselves for us, and nobody can be free of this need, people do and will always need one another. Money is not a thing, it is a social relation, as Marx says. The problem is not this relation, but its formation, i.e., if it is forced (money) or voluntary (solidarity).

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Mount Roraima

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Jakub Schikaneder, Resting in the field (c. 1890)

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As Dostoyevsky said, love finds its place in the absence of the face, revealing its intimacy; yet the moment the face of the beloved appears, it vanishes, concealing its own face. For it cannot find a place for itself there, since that place has already been taken by the face of the beloved. All the magic comes from the absence of the face (missing).

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Çimen Yalçın - Meni Candan Usandırdı (Fuzulî Kantatası)

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Düşünceye dalmış birinin yüzü bir yabancının yüzüdür, etrafındaki herkese ve her şeye… Düşünmek özünde bir yadsıma (yabancılaşma, negasyon) olduğu için, kişi düşünceye daldığında mutlak bir yabancıdır, o orada bile değildir: “yine nereye gittin öyle?”

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The face of someone lost in thought is the face of a stranger —to everyone and everything around them. Since thinking is essentially a form of estrangement (negation), when a person is lost in thought, they are a complete stranger, they are not even really there: “Where have you gone off again?”

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bir yere yürürken ayaklarımıza yön veren, elimiz bir şeyi yordamla ararken veya usulca tutarken onu yönlendiren, hafızamızın sessizce söylediği basit kelimelerdir, bedenin diline ait olan, yazıya veya söze dökülemeyecek kadar basit kelimeler…

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It is the simple words that guide our feet as we walk somewhere, that direct our hands as we feel our way towards something or hold it gently—words whispered silently by our memory, words that belong to the language of the body, too simple to be put into writing or speech…

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bir lağım faresi başka bir lağım faresine aşık olabilirse biz de olabiliriz birbirimize. 

görsel: banksy

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“Go back to where you started, or as far back as you can, examine all of it, travel your road again and tell the truth about it. Sing or shout or testify or keep it to yourself: but know whence you came.”

— James Baldwin, “The Price of the Ticket” (1985)

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“Başladığın yere geri dön ya da gidebildiğin kadar geriye git, yaşadığın her şeyin üzerine düşün, seni bugüne getiren o yolu yeniden hatırla ve onun hakikatini söyle: ister bir şarkı gibi, ister haykır, ister ona tanıklık et veya onu sadece kendine sakla: ama nereden geldiğini bil.”

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A young girl gazes pensively through the pane of her apartment window, which reflects the image of barbed wire fencing that tops the nearby Berlin Wall, in December 1962. (by Paul Schutzer)

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Daughter of jobless miner standing in alley between rows of "company" houses, St. Michael, Pennsylvania, 1961. (by Paul Schutzer)

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Giorgio Agamben