{"id":570,"date":"2006-04-17T14:55:53","date_gmt":"2006-04-17T14:55:53","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-29T21:00:00","slug":"mustafa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/2006\/04\/17\/mustafa\/","title":{"rendered":"Mustafa"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bir \u00f6l\u00fcm haberi ald\u0131\u011f\u0131mda, akl\u0131ma gelen ilk metinlerden biri Tezer \u00d6zl\u00fc’n\u00fcn Hayalet O\u011fuz’u anlatt\u0131\u011f\u0131 hikayesinin giri\u015f c\u00fcmleleridir:<\/p>\n

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Biz y\u0131llard\u0131r bu kentte ya\u015f\u0131yoruz. \u0130\u00e7imizde \u00f6mr\u00fc bitenler oldu. Onlar\u0131 olduk\u00e7a e\u011flentili t\u00f6renlerle g\u00f6md\u00fck.<\/div>\n

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Bir de W.H. Auden’\u0131n \u015fu kapkara Funeral Blues’u..<\/p>\n

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Funeral Blues<\/b><\/p>\n

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
\nPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
\nSilence the pianos and with muffled drum
\nBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.<\/p>\n

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
\nScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
\nPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
\nLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.<\/p>\n

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
\nMy working week and my Sunday rest,
\nMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
\nI thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.<\/p>\n

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
\nPack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
\nPour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
\nFor nothing now can ever come to any good.<\/p>\n

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\nCenaze Blues’u<\/b><\/p>\n

T\u00fcm saatleri durdurun, telefonu kesin,
\nK\u00f6pe\u011fi havlatmay\u0131n arkas\u0131nda sulu bir kemi\u011fin,
\nPiyanolar\u0131 susturun, ve \u00e7alarken bo\u011fuk sesli davullar
\nTabutu \u00e7\u0131kar\u0131n d\u0131\u015far\u0131, gelsin yas tutanlar.<\/p>\n

U\u00e7aklara inleyerek daireler \u00e7izdirin g\u00f6klerde
\nYazarken bu haberi, “O \u00f6ld\u00fc.” diye,
\nSiyah fiyonklar tak\u0131n beyaz boyunlar\u0131na g\u00fcvercinlerin,
\nTrafik polislerine siyah eldivenler giydirin.<\/p>\n

O benim Kuzey’imdi, G\u00fcney’imdi, Do\u011fu’mdu ve Bat\u0131’md\u0131,
\n\u00c7al\u0131\u015fma haftam ve Pazar rahat\u0131md\u0131.
\n\u00d6\u011flem, gece yar\u0131m, konu\u015fmam, \u015fark\u0131m;
\nSevgi sonsuza dek san\u0131rd\u0131m, yan\u0131ld\u0131m.<\/p>\n

Y\u0131ld\u0131zlar art\u0131k gereksiz, s\u00f6nd\u00fcr\u00fcn hepsini
\nAy’\u0131 paketleyin, par\u00e7alay\u0131n G\u00fcne\u015f’i
\nD\u00f6k\u00fcn okyanusu, s\u00fcp\u00fcr\u00fcn orman\u0131
\nArt\u0131k hi\u00e7bir \u015fey g\u00fczelle\u015ftiremez hayat\u0131.<\/p>\n

\u00c7eviren: Hande Tekin<\/p><\/div>\n

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Mesela, hayat\u0131 boyunca e\u011flenceye, ne\u015feye m\u00fczik yazan Mozart bile bir noktada durmu\u015ftur. Onun a\u011f\u0131t\u0131n\u0131 tek bir oturu\u015fta dinlemek y\u00fcrek ister. \u00d6l\u00fcm her \u015feyi susturuyor. \u00d6l\u00fcm k\u00f6t\u00fc bir \u015fey gibi gelse de, \u00f6l\u00fcm asl\u0131nda sadece haks\u0131z bir \u015fey. Hele de haz\u0131rl\u0131ks\u0131z yakalad\u0131\u011f\u0131nda. Ho\u015f, ne kadar haz\u0131rlayabiliyor ki insan kendini. Hele de giden Mustafa gibi her a\u00e7\u0131dan m\u00fckemmele yak\u0131n, o kadar g\u00fczel bir \u00e7ocuk, o kadar ak\u0131ll\u0131 bir \u00e7ocuk, o kadar nazik, sevecen, g\u00fclery\u00fczl\u00fc bir insansa. \u00d6l\u00fcm \u00e7ok ama \u00e7ok haks\u0131z bir \u015fey. Allah rahmet eylesin Mustafa, geridekilere sab\u0131r versin \u00e7\u00fcnk\u00fc \u00e7ok zor bir \u015fey. Haberini ald\u0131\u011f\u0131mdan beri bir \u015fekilde b\u00fct\u00fcn\u00fcyle olay\u0131n ger\u00e7ekli\u011fine varmay\u0131 erteliyorum beynimde. Bug\u00fcn okula gitmedim, onun yerine fch’ta Doruk ve Didem’in o muhte\u015fem misafirperverli\u011finin tad\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7\u0131kartt\u0131m, iyi ki de b\u00f6yle yapm\u0131\u015f\u0131m. Yar\u0131n okula gidece\u011fim; yar\u0131n Bar\u0131\u015flar Giresun’dan gelmi\u015f olacak. Yar\u0131n olay\u0131 bilen insanlarla y\u00fcz y\u00fcze gelece\u011fiz. Cemal S\u00fcreya’n\u0131n pek \u00e7ok s\u00f6yledi\u011fi \u015fey var \u00f6l\u00fcm hakk\u0131nda ama onlar \u00f6l\u00fcm\u00fc estetize ediyor olduk\u00e7a (\u00d6l\u00fcm geliyor akl\u0131ma \u00f6l\u00fcm, bir a\u011fac\u0131n g\u00f6vdesine sar\u0131l\u0131yorum \/ \u00d6lmeden \u00f6nce biraz gezdirin beni \/ \u00d6l\u00fcyorum tanr\u0131m, Bu da oldu i\u015fte. Her \u00f6l\u00fcm erken \u00f6l\u00fcmd\u00fcr, Biliyorum tanr\u0131m. Ama, ayr\u0131ca, ald\u0131\u011f\u0131n \u015fu hayat Fena de\u011fildir… \u00dcst\u00fc kals\u0131n. \/ …)<\/i> Ama bunlar de\u011fil demek istedi\u011fim, bu \u015fekil de\u011fil. Edip Cansever’den geliyor cevap, ama ne Ruhi Bey, ne \u00d6l\u00fcm\u00fcn Konumu, ne Tragedyalar, ne Oteller..<\/p>\n\n\n
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U\u011furlad\u0131k bir sabah seni
\nS\u00f6z vermi\u015ftin geri d\u00f6nece\u011fine
\nAnlad\u0131k bak\u0131nca aldand\u0131\u011f\u0131m\u0131z\u0131
\nGerilerde k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck
\nK\u0131y\u0131lara do\u011fru b\u00fcy\u00fcyen ayak izlerine<\/p>\n

\u00d6telerde, ama \u00e7ok \u00f6telerde
\nKocaman bir g\u00f6zya\u015f\u0131yd\u0131n ey usta deniz
\nKonu\u015fuyordun, s\u00f6zlerini bulam\u0131yordun yaln\u0131z.<\/p>\n

Edip Cansever, Akdeniz Salg\u0131n\u0131<\/b>‘ndan detay.<\/i><\/div>\n<\/td>\n

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\"Mustafa
Mustafa Cim\u015fit (15.6.1979 \/ 16.4.2006)<\/small><\/small><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Bir \u00f6l\u00fcm haberi ald\u0131\u011f\u0131mda, akl\u0131ma gelen ilk metinlerden biri Tezer \u00d6zl\u00fc’n\u00fcn Hayalet O\u011fuz’u anlatt\u0131\u011f\u0131 hikayesinin giri\u015f c\u00fcmleleridir: Biz y\u0131llard\u0131r bu kentte ya\u015f\u0131yoruz. \u0130\u00e7imizde \u00f6mr\u00fc bitenler oldu. Onlar\u0131 olduk\u00e7a e\u011flentili t\u00f6renlerle g\u00f6md\u00fck. Bir de W.H. Auden’\u0131n \u015fu kapkara Funeral Blues’u.. Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with … Okumaya devam et “Mustafa”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/570"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=570"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/570\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=570"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=570"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emresururi.com\/blogs\/sururi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=570"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}