7 Nisan 2016 Perşembe
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı/by Orhan Veli Kanik
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı
Önce hafiften bir rüzgar esiyor;
Yavaş yavaş sallanıyor
Yapraklar, ağaçlarda;
Uzaklarda, çok uzaklarda,
Sucuların hiç durmayan çıngırakları
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Kuşlar geçiyor, derken;
Yükseklerden, sürü sürü, çığlık çığlık.
Ağlar çekiliyor dalyanlarda;
Bir kadının suya değiyor ayakları;
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Serin serin Kapalıçarşı
Cıvıl cıvıl Mahmutpaşa
Güvercin dolu avlular
Çekiç sesleri geliyor doklardan
Güzelim bahar rüzgarında ter kokuları;
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Başımda eski alemlerin sarhoşluğu
Loş kayıkhanelerıyle bir yalı;
Dinmiş lodosların uğultusu içinde
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Bir yosma geciyor kaldırımdan;
Küfürler, şarkılar, türküler, laf atmalar.
Bir şey düşüyor elinden yere;
Bir gül olmalı;
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı.
İstanbul'u dinliyorum, gözlerim kapalı;
Bir kuş çırpınıyor eteklerinde;
Alnın sıcak mı, değil mi, biliyorum;
Dudakların ıslak mı, değil mi, biliyorum;
Beyaz bir ay doğuyor fıstıkların arkasından
Kalbinin vuruşundan anlıyorum;
İstanbul'u dinliyorum.
Orhan Veli Kanik
15 Mart 2016 Salı
The Night Dances/ Sylvia Plath
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals-
Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.
Their flesh bears no relation.
Cold folds of ego, the calla,
And the tiger, embellishing itself-
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.
The comets
Have such a space to cross,
Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off-
Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling
Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given
These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes
Six sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair
Touching and melting.
Nowhere.
Sylvia Plath
1 Mart 2016 Salı
Cet Amour
CET AMOUR, PAR JACQUES PRÉVERT.
Cet amour
Si violent
Si fragile
Si tendre
Si désespéré
Cet amour
Beau comme le jour
Et mauvais comme le temps
Quand le temps est mauvais
Cet amour si vrai
Cet amour si beau
Si heureux
Si joyeux
Et si dérisoire
Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir
Et si sûr de lui
Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit
Cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres
Qui les faisait parler
Qui les faisait blêmir
Cet amour guetté
Parce que nous le guettions
Traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié
Parce que nous l’avons traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié
Cet amour tout entier
Si vivant encore
Et tout ensoleillé
C’est le tien
C’est le mien
Celui qui a été
Cette chose toujours nouvelle
Et qui n’a pas changé
Aussi vrai qu’une plante
Aussi tremblante qu’un oiseau
Aussi chaude aussi vivant que l’été
Nous pouvons tous les deux
Aller et revenir
Nous pouvons oublier
Et puis nous rendormir
Nous réveiller souffrir vieillir
Nous endormir encore
Rêver à la mort,
Nous éveiller sourire et rire
Et rajeunir
Notre amour reste là
Têtu comme une bourrique
Vivant comme le désir
Cruel comme la mémoire
Bête comme les regrets
Tendre comme le souvenir
Froid comme le marbre
Beau comme le jour
Fragile comme un enfant
Il nous regarde en souriant
Et il nous parle sans rien dire
Et moi je l’écoute en tremblant
Et je crie
Je crie pour toi
Je crie pour moi
Je te supplie
Pour toi pour moi et pour tous ceux qui s’aiment
Et qui se sont aimés
Oui je lui crie
Pour toi pour moi et pour tous les autres
Que je ne connais pas
Reste là
Lá où tu es
Lá où tu étais autrefois
Reste là
Ne bouge pas
Ne t’en va pas
Nous qui nous sommes aimés
Nous t’avons oublié
Toi ne nous oublie pas
Nous n’avions que toi sur la terre
Ne nous laisse pas devenir froids
Beaucoup plus loin toujours
Et n’importe où
Donne-nous signe de vie
Beaucoup plus tard au coin d’un bois
Dans la forêt de la mémoire
Surgis soudain
Tends-nous la main
Et sauve-nous.
Si violent
Si fragile
Si tendre
Si désespéré
Cet amour
Beau comme le jour
Et mauvais comme le temps
Quand le temps est mauvais
Cet amour si vrai
Cet amour si beau
Si heureux
Si joyeux
Et si dérisoire
Tremblant de peur comme un enfant dans le noir
Et si sûr de lui
Comme un homme tranquille au milieu de la nuit
Cet amour qui faisait peur aux autres
Qui les faisait parler
Qui les faisait blêmir
Cet amour guetté
Parce que nous le guettions
Traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié
Parce que nous l’avons traqué blessé piétiné achevé nié oublié
Cet amour tout entier
Si vivant encore
Et tout ensoleillé
C’est le tien
C’est le mien
Celui qui a été
Cette chose toujours nouvelle
Et qui n’a pas changé
Aussi vrai qu’une plante
Aussi tremblante qu’un oiseau
Aussi chaude aussi vivant que l’été
Nous pouvons tous les deux
Aller et revenir
Nous pouvons oublier
Et puis nous rendormir
Nous réveiller souffrir vieillir
Nous endormir encore
Rêver à la mort,
Nous éveiller sourire et rire
Et rajeunir
Notre amour reste là
Têtu comme une bourrique
Vivant comme le désir
Cruel comme la mémoire
Bête comme les regrets
Tendre comme le souvenir
Froid comme le marbre
Beau comme le jour
Fragile comme un enfant
Il nous regarde en souriant
Et il nous parle sans rien dire
Et moi je l’écoute en tremblant
Et je crie
Je crie pour toi
Je crie pour moi
Je te supplie
Pour toi pour moi et pour tous ceux qui s’aiment
Et qui se sont aimés
Oui je lui crie
Pour toi pour moi et pour tous les autres
Que je ne connais pas
Reste là
Lá où tu es
Lá où tu étais autrefois
Reste là
Ne bouge pas
Ne t’en va pas
Nous qui nous sommes aimés
Nous t’avons oublié
Toi ne nous oublie pas
Nous n’avions que toi sur la terre
Ne nous laisse pas devenir froids
Beaucoup plus loin toujours
Et n’importe où
Donne-nous signe de vie
Beaucoup plus tard au coin d’un bois
Dans la forêt de la mémoire
Surgis soudain
Tends-nous la main
Et sauve-nous.
Extrait de Jacques Prévert, Paroles, Paris, Gallimard, 1946.
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So desperate
This love
Beautiful like the day
And bad like the weather
When the weather is bad
This love so true
This love so beautiful
So happy
So joyous
And so pathetic
Trembling with fear like a child in the dark
And so sure of itself
Like a calm man in the middle of the night
The love that freaks everyone else out
That makes them talk
That makes them turn pale
This scrutinized love
Because we were scrutinizing it
Hunted hurt impeded finished denied forgotten
Because we hunted hurt impeded finished denied forgot it
This love in its entirety
So vibrant still
And completely radiant
It’s yours
It’s mine
That which had been
This thing always new
And that hasn’t changed
As real as a plant
As shaky as a bird
As hot as lively as summer
We can both of us
Leave and come back
We can forget
And then go back to sleep
We reawaken suffer grow old
We fall asleep again
Dreaming of death
We awake smiling and laughing
And grow young again
Our love remains there
Stubborn as a mule
Lively as desire
Cruel as memory
Stupid as regret
Tender as remembrance
Cold as marble
Beautiful as the day
Fragile as a child
It watches us as it smiles
And it speaks to us without saying anything
And me I listen to it and shake
And I scream
I scream for you
I scream for me
I beg you
For you for me and for everyone in love
And who love each other
Yes I scream at it
For you for me for all the others
That I don’t know
Stay there
There where you are
There where you’ve been
Stay there
Don’t move an inch
Don’t go anywhere
We who are loved
We forgot you
Don’t you forget us
We’ve had only you on this earth
Don’t let us become cold
Always more distant
And it doesn’t matter where
Give us a sign of life
Much later in the corner of the wood
In the forest of memory
Appear suddenly
Give us your hand
And save us.
23 Şubat 2016 Salı
Dante gibi ortasındayız ömrün....
Cahit Sıtkı nın unutulmaz "Otuz Beş Yaş" şiiri,
“Yaş otuz beş! yolun
yarısı eder.
Dante gibi
ortasındayız ömrün…”
mısralarıyla baslar… Peki Dante kimdir?
Dante
ortacağlarda ( 1265- 1321) yasamis Italya nın en önemli şairidir. O dönemde
Floransa cok zengin bir sehirdir. Ingiltere den Ispanya dan yun uzak dogudan
ipek getirip en güzel kumasları dokuyan, günün modasinin öncülüğünü yapan, bu
kumaslari elbiseleri bütün Avrupa ya satan, aynı zamanda büyük bir finans merkezi
olan Floransa…
Ortaçağda Italya henüz
devlet olmadığı için şehir devletleri vardır. Güneyde Papalığa bağlı devletler,
kuzeyde de Kutsal Roma Germen
Imparatorluğu hakimdir. Her iki tarafta bir güç mücadelesi içindedir ve
Tuscany bölgesi bu savaşın ortasında yer alır. Aynı zamanda Fransızlar da
Papalığı hakimiyetleri altına almak için Katolik dünyasında etkili olmaya çalışmaktadırlar. (Yıllar sonra Makyavel
de Prince eserini yazarken aynı bölgeden ilham alır, bütün
bu güç dengelerinden etkilenir. Prens hakimiyeti nasıl saglayacaktır? Iktidarda
nasıl kalacaktır? Makyavel genellikle “amaca ulaşmak için her yol
mübahtır söylemiyle anılır belki de esas amacı insanların hangi durumda nasıl
davranabileceklerini gerçekci bir biçimde göstermekti.)
Şehirde zengin ve
soylu aileler yaşar onlarda kendi aralarında güç savaşı içindedirler. Dante böyle
bir ortamda doğmuştur. Güç para din mücadelesi sanat ve moda ve tabii şiir vardır bu
sehirde.
Dante en büyük eseri “Ilahi
Komedya” yi yazarken ölümden sonraki hayatı düşünüyor. Hepimizin bildigi Cennet
Cehennem bir de Araf var. Tabii bir de bunun dereceleri
Cennetin kıyısında bekleyenler,
Araf ta olanlar, bir de Cehennemin kıyısında bekleyenler; burası enteresan çünkü bu kiyida bekleyenler düşünürler.
Bağımsız düşünce sahibi olanlar Aristo Homer, Plato büyük Islam düşünürleri Ibn’i
Rüşd( Averroes) ve Ibni Sina’yi( Avicenna) da bu Klasik dönem filozoflarinin
yanina vermiş.Onlar her hangi bir zorluk cekmiyorlar, yesillikler icinde güzel
yerlerde sohbet ediyorlar. Onlarin tek cezası cennette olmadıklarını bilmek...
Çok istedikleri noktaya ulasamıyorlar.
Çok istedikleri noktaya ulasamıyorlar.
Niye cennete layık görmedi
acaba onu bilemiyorumJ
Bir de cehennemin çesitli
kademelerinde yer alanlar, ta en dibinde olanlar. Dante o zamana kadar tanımış
olduğu ölmüş veya yaşamakta olan kişileri bu ebedi hayatta düşünür. Şiirde
kendisi de oradadır; ölüler anlar, “sen nefes alıyorsun bizden değilsin nasıl
geldin buraya?” derler.
Cehennemin dibinde
enteresan kişiler vardir; mesela Papalar. Suçları ne? "Klise ye ait değerleri
dünya malı için satmak"
Eserin bir yerinde şöyle
diyor;
"Fatto v’avete dio d’oro
e d’argento;
E che altro e da voi
a l’idolatre
Se non ch elli uno e voi ne
orate cento?"
"You have made
yourselves a god of gold and silver, and what difference is there between you
and idolaters except that they worship one god and you worship a hundred?"
“Siz kendinize altın
ve gümüşten Tanrılar edindiniz, sizin günahkar olduğunu söylediğiniz kişilerlen
ne farkınız var? Onlar tek Tanrı'ya siz
yüzlercesine inanıyorsunuz. Tek fark bu” diyor.
"Che la vostra
avarizia il mondo attrista
Calcando I buoni e
sollevando I pravi"
"For your greed makes
the world a sorry place trampling on the good and raising up the wicked."
Para hırsınız dünyayı kötü bir yer yaptı, iyiliği ayaklar altına aldınız kötülüğü yücelttiniz…
Demek ki bazı şeyler
hiç değismiyor.
Yazının başında ki "Dante gibi ortasındayız ömrün" mısrası ise "Ilahi Komedya" nın ilk Kantosuyla
ilgilidir.
Nel mezzo del cammin
di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
che la diritta cia
era smarrita
"In the middle of the
journey of our life, I found myself in the dark wood, for the straight path was
lost."
“Hayat yolculugumuzun
ortasında birden kendimi karanlık ormanda kaybolmuş buldum, doğru yol görünmez
olmuştu” der...
Bazan insanlar
kendini dönüm noktasında hisseder. O zamana kadar geldiğiniz yol,
yaşadıklarınız o hayat tarzı belki artık çok gecerli değildir. Bir değisim
gerekir. Bundan sonrası ne olacaktır? Doğru yol hangisidir? Görünürde bir yol yok nasıl bulunacak? Bu bazan kisisel donum noktasi bazan da içinde
yaşanılan toplum için bir durup düşünme engeleri aşma dönemidir.
Victor Hugo’nun Les
Miserables romanında söylediği gibi “Gece ne kadar karanlık olursa olsun güneş yine doğacaktır” …Sonunda aydınlık yol görünecektir.
Dante bunu eserinin Inferno
(Cehennem) bölümünün sonunda "ilerleyip yeniden yıldızların etkisi altına
girmek"le ifade ediyor:
E quindi uscimmo a
riveder ke stelle
Came forth and once
again beheld the stars…
Eserin Pradisio yani
Cennet bölümünde en güzel dizesi vardır:
E’n la suo volontade
e nostra pace
And in His will is
our Peace
Görelim bakalım
Mevlam ne eyler ne eylerse güzel eyler…
Dogru yol (Sirat-i Mustakim) denince bizde ilk akla gelen Fatiha suresi olur.
Yazıyı onunla bitirelim:
Bismillahirrahmânirrahîm.
2-Elhamdülillâhirabbil'alemin
3-Errahmânir'rahim
4-Mâlikiyevmiddin
5-İyyâkena'budüveiyyâkeneste'în
6-İhdinessırâtelmüstakîm
7- Sırâtellezine en'amte aleyhim ğayrilmağdûbi aleyhim ve leddâllîn
2-Elhamdülillâhirabbil'alemin
3-Errahmânir'rahim
4-Mâlikiyevmiddin
5-İyyâkena'budüveiyyâkeneste'în
6-İhdinessırâtelmüstakîm
7- Sırâtellezine en'amte aleyhim ğayrilmağdûbi aleyhim ve leddâllîn
Meali: “Hamd (Övgü), Âlemlerin Rabbi, Rahman, Rahîm, din gününün (ahiret gününün) maliki. Yalnız sana ibadet ederiz ve yalnız senden
yardım dileriz. Bizi doğrulanan yola, kendilerine nimet verdiklerinin yoluna
ilet; gazaba uğrayanlarınkine ve sapkınlarınkine değil.”
Amin
Seçtiğimiz yollar hep
hayırlı olsun...
35 YAS
OTUZ BES YAS
Cahit Sitki Taranci
Yaş otuz beş! yolun yarısı eder.
Dante gibi ortasındayız ömrün.
Delikanlı çağımızdaki cevher,
Yalvarmak, yakarmak nafile bugün,
Gözünün yaşına bakmadan gider.
Şakaklarıma kar mı yağdı ne var?
Benim mi Allahım bu çizgili yüz?
Ya gözler altındaki mor halkalar?
Neden böyle düşman görünürsünüz,
Yıllar yılı dost bildiğim aynalar?
Zamanla nasıl değişiyor insan!
Hangi resmime baksam ben değilim.
Nerde o günler, o şevk, o heyecan?
Bu güler yüzlü adam ben değilim;
Yalandır kaygısız olduğum yalan.
Hayal meyal şeylerden ilk aşkımız;
Hatırası bile yabancı gelir.
Hayata beraber başladığımız,
Dostlarla da yollar ayrıldı bir bir;
Gittikçe artıyor yalnızlığımız.
Gökyüzünün başka rengi de varmış!
Geç farkettim taşın sert olduğunu.
Su insanı boğar, ateş yakarmış!
Her doğan günün bir dert olduğunu,
İnsan bu yaşa gelince anlarmış.
Ayva sarı nar kırmızı sonbahar!
Her yıl biraz daha benimsediğim.
Ne dönüp duruyor havada kuşlar?
Nerden çıktı bu cenaze? ölen kim?
Bu kaçıncı bahçe gördüm tarumar?
Neylersin ölüm herkesin başında.
Uyudun uyanamadın olacak.
Kimbilir nerde, nasıl, kaç yaşında?
Bir namazlık saltanatın olacak,
Taht misali o musalla taşında.
21 Şubat 2016 Pazar
Hagia Sophia Upper Gallery Pictures
Hagia Sophia
The Cathedral was built in the Sixth Century during the reign of Emperor Justinian. The construction started in the year 532 and completed in six years.
Justinian
You can reach upper gallery by the ramps
There are marble doors to enter the Queens Lodge
On the left you can see Viking scripts
On the right there is the mosaic of Deisis
Trellis work
12 Ocak 2016 Salı
Kemal Tahir- Life and Times
Kemal Tahir (1910-1973)
Life and Times
by Elif Mat Erkmen
Prison Years
When Tahir gave Sabahaddin Ali’s book to his brother Nuri Tahir who was a Reserve Officer he was accused of “spreading sedition” among the armed forces by the Navy Command Court Marshall. He was not alone as Nazim Hikmet was subsequently found guilty and sentenced to 15 years in prison.
Life and Times
by Elif Mat Erkmen
Early Years
Turkish author Kemal Tahir was born in Istanbul in the year 1910,
just before the Balkan Wars had started. As a child he witnessed the Balkan
Wars 1911-1912 WW1 (1914-1918); the collapse of the Ottoman Empire (1918); the Occupation of Istanbul (November 13, 1918 – September 23, 1923 by British, French and Italian forces), Turkish War of Independence(May 19, 1919 – July 24, 1923) and finally the
birth of the new Turkish Republic ( October 29, 1923).
His father Tahir Bey
was a navy captain and an advisor to Sultan Abdulhamid II. His mother, Nuriye
Hanım worked for the palace as Naile Sultan’s (Abdulhamid’s daughter) lady in waiting.
Kemal Tahir was the oldest child of the family. Because of his
father’s duties the family had lived in several parts of the Empire. They returned to Istanbul in 1923 where he attended Galatasaray High School, a very
prestigious bilingual school where he learned French.
Gates of Galatasaray High School, Istanbul
His mother Nuriye Hanım died of tuberculosis in 1926 and Tahir Bey remarried. Kemal dropped out of high school for
financial reasons and started to work in a Law Office. After that he went to
Zonguldak on the coast of the Black Sea to work for the Coal Mine as a Clerk for the coal
depots.
He went back to Istanbul in 1932 and started to work as a
journalist and translator. He worked for several newspapers; doing interviews editorial work. Later he published a literary magazine named
“Gecit” featuring some of the most prominent Turkish literary figures. During this time
he met Nazım Hikmet, a famous Turkish poet and Mustafa Bortluce Kemal Tahir's neighbor and a
Communist Party member. Like Nazım Hikmet, Tahir had
socialist tendencies. They had been friends with the socialist intellectuals of
the era.
Eventually Tahir became the chief editor of the Tan newspaper.
His first book was “What did they say about Namık
Kemal?” This book was about Namik Kemal
who was a famous Turkish author and Tahir wrote about the interviews that he had
with several intellectuals of the era about Namik Kemal.
In 1937 he wrote “The Musicians Journey”. By then Tahir was well known especially as a journalist.
He married Fatma Irfan a teacher from Turkey's Izmir province. However this marriage didn’t last long due to the fact that Tahir had to serve a jail term starting 1938 for twelve years.
He married Fatma Irfan a teacher from Turkey's Izmir province. However this marriage didn’t last long due to the fact that Tahir had to serve a jail term starting 1938 for twelve years.
The marriage ended at 1940.
When Tahir gave Sabahaddin Ali’s book to his brother Nuri Tahir who was a Reserve Officer he was accused of “spreading sedition” among the armed forces by the Navy Command Court Marshall. He was not alone as Nazim Hikmet was subsequently found guilty and sentenced to 15 years in prison.
He served time in Çankırı, Malatya, Çorum, Nevsehir and
Kırşehir prisons. It is my suspicion that he had learned the central Anatolian accent and the speech mannerisms as villagers and uneducated workers of the time as this language was skillfully used in his novels.
This is one of the delights of reading his work in Turkish
where he uses both Istanbul and Anatolian accents very animated theatrical way.
Kemal Tahir was released from the prison in the General Amnesty of 1950. The General Amnesty occurred after the elections when the Democrat Party took power and
Adnan Menderes became the Prime Minister.
This was the first time the new Turkish Republic experienced a multi-party
system and democracy. ( The earlier attempts of multi party system during Ataturk's Presidency was short lived)
It marked the Inonu Era and People’s Republican Party’s heavy rule.
It marked the Inonu Era and People’s Republican Party’s heavy rule.
Inonu took power after Ataturk’s death in 1938 and ruled the country during the Second World War. Turkey didn't participate in the war yet there was still poverty and state oppression. Like the Mc Carthy Era of the United
States the Government in Turkey had little tolerance for Socialism or
Communism.
During this time, people
who opposed the Turkish Army’s conscription system found themselves in trouble
with the law. Still to this day, the Turkish Army follows a conscription system.
Soon after he was released from prison Tahir got
married to his second wife Semiha Sıdıka Hanım.
His Work
He wrote several other novels as well as translation of Mike Hammer Series byAmerican author Mickey Spillane. However he translated these books from French rather than English since he didn’t speak the language. The series was such a success in Turkey that after translating the whole series he had wrote four additional Mike Hammer books himself!
His Work
He wrote several other novels as well as translation of Mike Hammer Series byAmerican author Mickey Spillane. However he translated these books from French rather than English since he didn’t speak the language. The series was such a success in Turkey that after translating the whole series he had wrote four additional Mike Hammer books himself!
Harbiye Military Prison
He was arrested once again during the 6/7 September Riots in Istanbul (1955) and was sent to Harbiye Military Prison for six
months. After that he worked on several projects. He managed "Düşün" publishing for fourteen months which he had founded
with Aziz Nesin. He worked on movie scenarios with prominent film makers like
Metin Erksan Halit Refig and Atif Yilmaz. Additionally he wrote “Lake People” during this era, which was a long story that was serialized in “Tan” Newspaper.
NOVELS
He wrote “Sağırdere” and “Körduman” in 1955. In both novels
he wrote about a village in the
Çankırı area where he examined its people, their socio economic problems, daily life and village values.
Çankırı area where he examined its people, their socio economic problems, daily life and village values.
During the year of 1956 he wrote Esir Sehrin Insanları- People of the Captive City” where he told the life in Istanbul under British
Occupation during the years 1919 to
1922. S equels to this novel, Esir Şehrin Mahpusu (Prisoner of the Captive City) was published in 1961 and Yol Ayrımı (Parting of the Ways) in 1971.
“Rahmet Yolları Kesti- The Rain Closed the Roads” is a novel about the bandits.
“Yedi Çınar Yaylası” “Koyun Kamburu” and “Büyük Mal” are books about the village life and the Çorum area people all written in c. 1970).
THE TIRED WARRIOR
Tahir started writing Yorgun Savasci- The Tired Warrior
in 1964 and finished writing it in1965. In this book he wrote about the collapse of the
Ottoman Empire and aftermath of First World War and the Turkish War of Independence. He included a sociological and historical analysis
of the Ottoman Empire and made comparisons with the West. Some intellectuals
and Government officials didn’t like the book mainly because they liked the
official history better!
During the year of 1980 TRT Turkish Radio and Television
Corporation made a television series of the book. At first the Turkish Military
cooperated and helped the show with the war scenes however 1980 was a turbulent
year in Turkey. On September 12th the country woke up to a Military Coup once again and the new Government under Bulent Ulusu a former general decided not only ban
the television series, but even ordered the film to be
destroyed.
1980 Ankara
Other Novels include;
- Bozkırdaki Çekirdek the seed at the plains- In
this novel he criticizes the Village Institutes.
-
Devlet Ana –State Mother This is one of his most
important books where he tells about the foundation of the Ottoman State.
He won Yunus Nadi awards for The Tired Warrior and Turkish
Language Institute’s Best Novel award for State Mother in 1968
Kurt Kanunu Wolf- Rule
This novel is about an assassination attempt to Atatürk. A group of former Unionist members
( Commitee of Union and Progress) plans to kill Atatürk in Izmir in 1926, luckily they were found out and prosecuted.
There is a recent television series based on this book as well.
Kemal Tahir's Last Years and Death:
Kurt Kanunu Wolf- Rule
This novel is about an assassination attempt to Atatürk. A group of former Unionist members
( Commitee of Union and Progress) plans to kill Atatürk in Izmir in 1926, luckily they were found out and prosecuted.
There is a recent television series based on this book as well.
Kemal Tahir's Last Years and Death:
Tahir also went to the Soviet Union when he was invited in the
same year he had a lung surgery in 1970.
He died from a heart attack at April 21, 1973 in Istanbul.
He died from a heart attack at April 21, 1973 in Istanbul.
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