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Jakub Schikaneder, Resting in the field (c. 1890)
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).
Çimen Yalçın - Meni Candan Usandırdı (Fuzulî Kantatası)
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?”
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?”
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…
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…
bir lağım faresi başka bir lağım faresine aşık olabilirse biz de olabiliriz birbirimize.
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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)
“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.”
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)
Daughter of jobless miner standing in alley between rows of "company" houses, St. Michael, Pennsylvania, 1961. (by Paul Schutzer)
Giorgio Agamben
“Are we not touched by the same breath of air which was among that which came before? is there not an echo of those who have been silenced in the voices to which we lend our ears today?”
“Bize de geçmişte yaşamış olanların arasında esen o aynı rüzgâr dokunmuyor mu? Bugün kulak verdiğimiz seslerde bir zamanlar susturulmuş olanların yankısı yok mu?”
— Walter Benjamin, On the Concept of History (1940)
“The very relationship with the other is the relationship with the future.” (Levinas)
Every entity who provides (who is bearer of) life is the other, and every other is responsible (supposed to be a response) to each other. The future is the possibility of continuation and atonement of the relationship with the other. And it is happening here and now.
“Whoever lives in the present lives without fear and hope….Only a man who lives not in time but in the present is happy….In order to live happily I must be in agreement with the world [must have no fear or hope].” (Wittgenstein)
Someone who believes in living not in time but in the moment cannot believe in anything.
“The reason I cannot really say that I positively enjoy nature is that I do not quite realize what it is that I enjoy. A work of art, on the other hand, I can grasp. I can — if I may put it this way — find that Archimedian point, and as soon as I have found it, everything is readily clear for me. Then I am able to pursue this one main idea and see how all the details serve to illuminate it.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, Journals, 1A 8 (1834)