xerxes

venire fiilinin perfectum hali
videre fiilinin perfectum hali
vicere fiilinin perfectum haliyle olusan bir cumle.

"geldim gordum yendim"...

(bkz: veni vidi vici)

ege bolgesinin en onemli antik kentlerinden biri.

bir arkeolog olarak priene hakkindaki bilgilerimizi aktaralim sozluge degil mi?

priene, anadolu’da helenistik donemin en onemli kentlerinden biriydi. yuksek bir tepenin uzerine konumlanmis bir kenttir. efes ile birlikte helenistik donemin en gozde kentidir. tanrica athena’ya ithaf edilen muhtesem bir tapinak vardi priene’de. bu tapinagin en onemli ozelligi anadolu’da ionik duzende yapilan tapinaklarin ilki olmasidir. bu tapinagin ionik duzende olmasi helenistik donemde anadolu’da mimari alaninda bir devrim kabul edilir. 6*11 sutun planina gore yapilmis bir tapinaktir.

kentte muhtesem bir sekilde insa edilmis bir agora vardir. priene’deki diger onemli yapilar ise demeter tapinagi, zeus tapinagi, gymnasium, stadyum ve tiyatrodur.

priene’de dikkat ceken en onemli unsur, kentte muhtesem bir ahenkle isleyen su dagitimidir. hakikaten, priene’de su dagitimi basli basina bir muhendislik harikasidir. akropoliste insa edilen su kemeri, kentte pismis kilden yapilmis su borulariyla baglanmistir. yerin altindan gecen bu su borulari ozellikle kentin onemli binalarina, tapinaklarina su sagliyordu.

kentteki tiyatro’da hakikaten mimari ozelligiyle dikkat cekmetedir. yunan stilinde bir tiyatrodur. sahnenin on tarafinda 5 adet memmer koltuk vardir ve bu 5 koltuk buyuk bir olasilikla rahipler icin ayrilmisti.

sonuc olarak priene tam manasiyla bir yunan kentidir ve helenistik donemde bir yunan kentinin tum ozelliklerini barindirmaktadir. buradaki athena tapinagi helenstikdonemde ionik stil mimarinin baslamasina vesile olmustur...

"puanim dustu" diye feryat eden, "bana seri eksi oy veren kim" diye sinirlenen yazarlara soylenebilecek en guzel cumledir. bu cumlenin amaci sadece ve sadece o yazarlarin kafalarinin rahat olmasini saglamak, onlara destek vermek amaci guden bir cumledir. oy hakikaten onemsiz bir seydir, entry yazmak, bir seyler paylasmak herseydir...

edit: "her sey" ayri yaziliyor ya. ondan yazdim bu entryi.

guns n roses’un bu guzel parcasinin turkcesi asagidaki gibidir. adamlar yapmis hakkaten yahu...

gozlerinin icine baktigimda
bastirilmis bir ask goruyorum
ama seni tuttugumda sevgilim
bilmiyor musun ayni seyi hissettigimi

cunku hicbir sey sonsuza kadar surmez
ve ikimiz de kalplerin degisebilecegini biliyoruz
ve zordur bir mum tutmak
soguk kasim yagmurunda

uzunca bir sure bununlaydik
sadece aciyi oldurmeye calisiyorduk

ama asiklar her zaman gelir ve gider
ve kimse gercekten emin degil bugun kimin gitmeye izin verdigine
yuruyup gittigine

eger zamani alip
rayina oturtabilseydik
kafami dinleyebilirdim
senin benim oldugunu bilerek
butunuyle benim
eger beni sevmek istiyorsan
o zaman sevgilim kendini tutma
yoksa yurumemle sonuclanacak
soguk kasim yagmurunda


biraz zamana ihtiyacin var mi? kendi basina
biraz zamana ihtiyacin var mi? tek basina
herkesin biraz zaman ihtiyaci var. kendi baslarina
senin biraz zamana ihtiyacin oldugunu bilmiyor musun? tek basina


biliyorum zordur acik kalpli olmak
arkadaslarin bile zarar verdiginde
ama eger kirk bir kalbi iyilestirirsen
zaman seni cezbetmeye hazir olacaktir

bazen biraz zamana ihtiyacim olur. kendi basima
bazen biraz zamana ihtiyacim olur. tek basima
herkesin biraz zamana ihtiyaci var. keni baslarina
senin biraz zamana ihtiyacin oldugunu bilmiyor musun? tek basina.


korkularin yatistiginda
ve golgeler hala varoldugunda
biliyorum beni sevebilecegini
suclayacak kimse kalmadiginda
o yuzden karanligi kafana takma
hala bir yol bulabiliriz
cunku hicbir sey sonsuza kadar surmez
soguk kasim yagmuru bile


herhangi birine ihtiyacin oldugunu dusunmuyor musun
birine ihtiyacin oldugunu dusunmuyor musun
herkesin birine ihtiyaci vardir
yalniz sen degilsin
yalniz sen degilsin

(bkz: sartli refleks)

(bkz: dilimin ucunda sen)

orhan veli kanik, oktay rifat ve melih cevdet anday uclusunden olusan sairlerin 1940’li yillarda baslattigi siir akimi. genellellikle sokaktaki insanin konustugu dile benzeyen, bati tarzinda, kafiyesiz ve duzensiz siir tarzi vardir garip siirinde. attila ilhan’in en karsisinda durdugu ve sacma buldugu siir tarzidir "garip siiri". bu siirin en basarili temsilcisi kusukusuz orhan veli’dir. 1940’li yillarda 8 sayi cikardigi "yaprak" isimli dergisiyle bu siirin onculugunu yapmistir.

son donemlerde ekranlarda pek gorulen oyuncu lavuklardan. kendileri dream tv’de sunuculuk, show tv’de metin akpinar’in oynadigi bir dizide oyunculuk yapmaktadir.

hayatin kabusa donustugu bir anlayistir mukemmeliyetcilik. cunku her seyin mukemmel olmasini istersiniz. mukemmel olmadigi zaman hayat zindana doner. boylesine tuhaf bir takintidir mukemmeliyetcilik...

bir 2pac sarkisi. olumunden sonra yayinlanan albumune ismini veren sarkidir.

dear lord
as we down here, struggle for as long as we know
in search of a paradise to touch (my nigga johnny j)
dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go
the only place for us
i know, try to make the best of bad situations
seems to be my life’s story
ain’t no glory in pain, a soldier’s story in vain
and can’t nobody live this life for me
it’s a ride y’all, a long hard ride

[2pac]
somebody wake me i’m dreamin, i started as a seed the semen
swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
from a single drop, this is what they got
not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
only plan he had for momma was to fuck her and abuse her
even as a little seed, i could see his plan for me
stranded on welfare, another broken family
now what was i to be, a product of this heated passion
momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
look how it began, nobody gave a fuck about me
pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
how can i survive? got me askin white jesus
will a nigga live or die, cause the lord can’t see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain’t no sunshine
no sunny days and we only play sometimes
when everybody’s sleepin
i open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
i can live or die, hope i get some money ’fore i’m gone
i’m only 19, i’m tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
i’d rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
don’t get it wrong cause it’s always on, from dusk to dawn
you can buy rocks glocks or a heroin bong
you can ask my man he’s a mind reader
keep my nine heated all the time this is how we grind
meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed nigga
that hennessey’ll keep me keyed nigga
everywhere i go niggaz holla at me, keep it real g
and my reply til they kill me
act up if you feel me, i was born not to make it but i did
the tribulations of a ghetto kid, still i rise

[ta’he]
still i (still i) i rise (i rise)
please give me to the sky (the sky)
and if (and if) i die (i die)
i don’t want you to cry

[kadafi]
i stay sharp as always
runnin ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
dumpin crews like two’s, nigga all day
secrets of war prepare me for the worst
a life that’s lavish full of cabbage or a life that’s in a hearse
but now my dreams it seeems though, be placin triple beams and things bro
diamond pinkie ring got the loot poppin out my jeans

[napoleon]
now i plan to keep my glock cocked
if trouble was searchin for me then why not?
show em what i’m made of plus raised on, on my block
chancellor ave, where many turn to the street, thugs snatchin bags
we out for power, makin cash it wasn’t fast it’ll make me mad
i’m just like, pimpin
my homey on the corner with his gat tucked, in
youngest they buckin somethin the life he leads
the life he don’t need, don’t we all know
he tryin to rise up and we just go doe, still he rise

[young noble]
dreams of lost hope
i hit the strip broke where the fiends get coke
and still i rise now i float cowards ghost
whenever we come around, i’m runnin down
clutchin a pound, live as sirens, duckin the sound
i used to hustle with my moms til the sun came
my homey harm doin time from this drug game
stolen cars, war scars, born an outlaw
behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars
freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm block
crackheads only ten learn to duck cops

[khadafi]
in ninety-six my glock’s my plastic, passion for blastin bastards
no faces for open caskets, peelin ya cap backwards
ya cowards ain’t prepared for pistol practice
i send my missiles through your mattress
leavin holes in your body like a cactus
while me and my crew be boppin more greens than topic
and loot to keep the seams in my motherfuckin jeans poppin
leavin ya spleen to pick up
half of you niggaz is softer than a snicker
let’s go to war and see who draw quicker
and still i rise, and still i rise...

[ta’he]
still i (still i) i rise (i rise)
please give me to the sky (the sky)
and if (and if) i die (i die)
i don’t want you to cry

still i (still i) i rise (i rise)
please give me to the sky (the sky)
and if (and if) i die (i die)
i don’t want you to cry

[some little kid]
y’all niggaz fake
all day everyday
so now i got radio play
big, i thought you knew
i’m out this bitch
c’mon pac, let’s go..

2pac’in soyledigi manyak parcalardan biri. "still i rise" isimli albumunun acilis sarkisi.

uhh.. dear mr. president
whas happenin?
i’m writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighbourhood
pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
ain’t nothin changed
all the promises you made, before you got elected..
.. they ain’t came true

[2pac]
tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
send mo’ troops, dear mr. president
(me and my homies is wonderin what’s goin on.. holla!)
tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
send mo’ troops..

why should i lie, when i can dramatize?
niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
simply by spittin i’ve been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause i’m seldom in the company of bitches
plus the concepts i depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit i kick
my heaviest verse’ll move a mountain
casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
fuck the friendships, i ride alone
destination death row, finally found a home
plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
dear lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
yours i’m a thug, the product of a broken home
everybody’s doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
figure if we high they can train us
but then america fucked up and blamed us
i guess it’s cause we black that we targets
my only fear is god, i spit that hard shit
in case you don’t know, i let my pump go
i ride for mutulu like i ride for geronimo
down to die, for everything i represent
meant every word, in my letter to the president

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
(what should i do?)
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[e.d.i. amin]
oh youse a ball in the white house, i hope you comfortable
cause yo i spend my nights out, with the lights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the godless
i gotta get chips, but you can’t understand that
wanna ban rap? stand back, before you get hurt
it’s the only thing makin pay the day besides smoke and work
on a mission listen more chips my goal and position
first on my decision i realized the same nigga
trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
muh’fuckers hate cops, wait it ain’t gettin better
but you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
don’t be surprised if you see us
dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker

dear mr. president, tell us what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[kastro]
strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
fightin first my trained brain until it’s not so
it’s hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
and it ain’t no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
mr. president, it’s evident, nobody really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
i was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
so i’ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
but y’all play fair, give me and mine, i’ll share
til y’all show us you care, it’s gon’ be mayhem out here
me and these 223’s will freeze the biggest with ease
i’m still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
and i’ve been born to represent, for that i’ve been heaven sent
and i meant, every word, in my letter, to the president

shit is still fucked up y’all
and y’all wonder when it’s gon’ get better
and it ain’t gon’ get better

[2pac]
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up..

heavenly father may i holla at you briefly
i wanna meet the president, but will he meet me?
he’s scared to look inside the eyes of a thug nigga
we tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin
how hypocritical is liberty?
that blind bitch ain’t never did shit for me
my history, full of casket and scars
my own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
and they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was god?
somewhere in the middle of my mind
is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die
can’t lie i’m a thug, drownin in my own blood
lookin for the reason that my momma’s strung out on drugs
down to die, for everything i represent
meant every word, in my letter to the president

[big syke]
blacks is broke, think it’s a joke that we livin low?
y’all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo’?
tell the secretary it’s necessary we get paid
look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
day after day, and night after night
battles and wars to the daylight
we might change and rearrange if you do somethin
til then we gonna keep it comin, mr. president
hehe
and i meant every word in my letter to the president

[2pac]
word motherfuckin life
fuck this nigga think?
cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
we ’sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin scout
nigga this thug life, westside outlaw immortalz nigga
we fin’ to hustle til we come up

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

dear mr. clinton, shit
it’s gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
to make a dollar in these here streets
i mean shit, i hear you screamin peace
but we can’t find peace
till my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
i know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
so why don’t you help a nigga out?
sayin you cuttin welfare
that got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?
shit, y’all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y’all ain’t ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars
what happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
we ain’t stupid
think you got us lookin to lose
tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops
you want us to fight your war
what the fuck i’m fightin for?
shit, i ain’t got no love here
i ain’t had a check all year
taxin, all the blacks and
police beatin me in the streets
fuck peace

these niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

cumhuriyet doneminin en onemli sairlerinden biri.

behcet kemal caglar 10 temmuz 1908 yilinda orman mufettisi sami bey’in oglu olarak erzincan’a bagli tepecik koyunde dunyaya gelmistir.

behcet ismi babasinin amcasinin ismi olarak, kemal’de hurriyet kahramani namik kemal’e izafetle verilmistir.

1913 senesinde behcet kemal, bolu’da imaret ilkokuluna baslamistir.ilk okul yillarinda bile siir ezberlemeye ve okumaya merakli olan behcet kemal’e ogretmenleri okulun bahcesinde yuksek bir yere cikararak babasinin ezberlettigi siirleri okuturlardi.

normal tahsiline 1915 yilinda konya’da baslamis, ilk olarak mevlana turbesinin arkasindaki numune mektebi’ne devam etmis, ertesi yil, konya sultanisi’nin ilk kismina devama baslamistir.

1916 senesinin sonbaharinda babasi kudus ziraat mudurlugu’ne tayin edildiginden birkac ay kudus’te kalmistir.

kudus’ten kayseri’ye gelen behcet kemal, ilk, orta ve lise tahsilini kayseri’de yapmistir. 1925 senesinde sinavla zonguldak maden muhendis mektebine girmis ve 1929 senesinde yuksek madem muhendisi olarak bu mektepten mezun olmustur. maden tarama enstitusu merkez muhendisi olarak ankara’da goreve baslamistir.

halkevlerinin acilisinda yazdigi ve sahsen rol aldigi coban piyesi ve ardindan yazdigi ve oynadigi ergenekon piyesi dolayisiyla buyuk ataturk’un dikkatini cekmistir.degerli, unlu yazarlar ve politikacilar ile yakin munasebetler kurmus, hepsinin sevgi ve takdirini kazanmistir.1935’te halkevleri mufettisi olarak gorevlendirilmis, bu gorev ile yurdun her tarafini dolasmis; halk siirleri ve halk sanati ile yakindan ilgilenmek firsatini bulmustur.

ataturk’un olumu behcet kemal’in ruhunda derin bir aci yaratmis, memleketin ve milletin kurtulmasinda ataturk’un basarilarinin hayrani olarak, kendisini ataturk’e ve o’nun inkilaplarina adamasina sebep olmustur.

buyuk millet meclisi’nde erzincan milletvekili olarak 25.01.1949 tarihine kadar hizmet etmistir. ataturk devrimlerinden odun verildigi gerekcesiyle milletvekilliginden, istifa etmistir.daha sonra sirasiyla robert kolej’de ogretmenlik, kurucu meclis uyeligi, trt yonetim kurulu baskanligi, akbank nesriyat mudurlugu, trt program uzmanligi gorevlerinde bulundu.

kaynak:
http://www.sbkcilkogretim.org/sbkc.html

"hayata adim atmak" demektir.

bu futbolcu daha once 79 numarali formayi giyerdi. simdi 9 numara giymektedir.

bir cocuk sarkisi.

"yalanci, yalanci
sana kimse inanmaz
yalanci, yalanci
sozune kimse kanmaz"

seklinde bir nakarati vardi...

(bkz: yalanci yarim)

- ooo, huseyin abi n’aber?
- geciyordum ugradim.
- gel bi kahve ic.
- yok be hacim. baska bi isim var. hade eyvallah.

seklinde diyaloglara konu olan salakca bir bahane.

çilgin roma imparatoru nero’nun ölmeden once soyledigi son soz. "benle beraber ne büyük bir sanatçi ölüyor" demis nero.

allah taksiratini affetsin...

(bkz: ozay gonlum)