Egoist okur

İrlandalı The Divine Comedy’den edebiyatçılara selam!

The Certainty of Chance, Something for the Weekend, Our Mutual Friend, In Pursuit of Happiness ve en sevdiklerimden A Lady of a Certain Age gibi şarkılarıyla tanıdığımız İrlandalı The Divine Comedy grubunun bilmediğim bir şarkısını dinledim. Adı The Booklovers. Sevdiğim bütün yazarların hatta o kadar da sevmediklerimin adlarını arka arkaya işitince, şöyle bir zıpladım yerimde. Hepsi oradaydı; bu tuhaf şarkıda hepsine bir selam gönderilmişti.

Haliyle siz de dinleyin istedim. Aşağıda hem şarkı hem de sözleri var… Sözler dediysem, klasikler, romantikler, modernler, yeni gerçekçiler, yani 70 küsur yazar kendilerini veya yapıtlarını simgeleyen birer küçük cümleyle diye geliyorlar. “Unutturulmuş” şair Aphra Behn ve roman denen türün yaratıcısı Cervantes’le başlayıp Laurence Sterne, Gogol, Melville, Katherine Mansfield, James Joyce, Marcel Proust, William Burroughs ve Salman Rushdie’yle biten şarkıda edebiyatçılardan bazıları sadece “Merhaba” derken bazıları biraz daha ayrıntılı şeylerden bahsediyor. Emile Zola, “Suçluyorum!” diyor mesela veya Franz Kafka, “Benden ne istiyorsunuz?” diye haykırıyor. Milan Kundera, “Röportaj vermeyi sevmem” diye surat asıyor.

Şarkının bir yerinde şöyle diyor The Divine Comedy, yani solist Neil Hannon: “Dün bitti gitti… Bugünü yaşamak istiyorum.”

Gülenay Börekçi

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The Divine Comedy’den Neil Hannon ve sevdiği edebiyatçılardan birkaçı: J.D. Salinger, Milan Kundera, Jack Kerouac, Virginia Woolf, Anais Nin, Richard Brautigan, Umberto Eco, Vladimir Nabokov, William Faulkner 

The Divine Comedy’den The Booklovers

“This book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence… makes no difference… whatever are you doing?”

Aphra Benn: Hello
Cervantes: Donkey
Daniel Defoe: To christen the day!
Samuel Richardson: Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle…
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wollstonecraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I am!
Sir Walter Scott: We’re all doomed!
Leo Tolstoy: Yes!
Honore de Balzac: Oui…
Edgar Allan Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh!
Charlotte Brontë: Hello…
Emily Brontë: Hello…
Anne Brontë: Hellooo..?
Nikolai Gogol: Vas chi
Gustave Flaubert: Oui
William Makepeace Thackeray: Call me ‘William Makepeace Thackeray’
Nathaniel Hawthorne: The letter ‘A’
Herman Melville: Ahoy there!
Charles Dickens: London is so beautiful this time of year…
Anthony Trollope: good-good-good-good evening!
Fyodor Dostoevsky: Here come the sleepers…
Mark Twain: I can’t even spell ‘Mississippi’!
George Eliot: George reads German
Emile Zola: J’accuse
Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I’m a bloody boring writer…
Katherine Mansfield: [cough cough] Edith Wharton: Well hello, Mr James!
DH Lawrence: Never heard of it
EM Forster: Never heard of it!

Happy the man, and happy he alone
Who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say,
‘Yesterday’s dead and gone – I want to live today’

James Joyce: Hello there!
Virginia Woolf: I’m losing my mind!
Marcel Proust: Je me’en souviens plus
F Scott Fitzgerald: baa bababa baa
Ernest Hemingway: I forgot the….
Hermann Hesse: Oh es ist alle so häßlich
Evelyn Waugh: Whoooaarr!
William Faulkner: Tu connait William Faulkner?
Anaïs Nin: The strand of pearls
Ford Maddox Ford: Any colour, as long as it’s black!
Jean-Paul Sartre: Let’s go to the dome, Simone!
Simone de Beauvoir: C’est exact present
Albert Camus: The beach… the beach
Franz Kafka: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Thomas Mann: Mam
Graham Greene: Call me ‘pinky’, lovely
Jack Kerouac: Me car’s broken down…
William S Burroughs: Wowwww!

Happy the man, and happy he alone
Who in all honesty can call today his own;
He who has life and strength enough to say,
‘Yesterday’s dead and gone – I want to live today’

Kingsley Amis: [cough] Doris Lessing: I hate men!
Vladimir Nabokov: Hello, little girl…
William Golding: Achtung Busby!
JG Ballard: Instrument binnacle
Richard Brautigan: How are you doing?
Milan Kundera: I don’t do interviews
Ivy Compton Burnett: Hello…
Paul Theroux: Have a nice day!
Günter Grass: I’ve found snails!
Gore Vidal: Oh, it makes me mad!
John Updike: Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run…
Kazuro Ishiguro: Ah so, old chap!
Malcolm Bradbury: stroke John Steinbeck, stroke JD Salinger
Iain Banks: Too orangey for crows!
AS Byatt: Nine tenths of the law, you know…
Martin Amis: [burp] Brett Easton Ellis: Aaaaarrrggghhh!
Umberto Eco: I don’t understand this either…
Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Mi casa es su casa
Roddy Doyle: ha ha ha!
Salman Rushdie: Names will live forever…

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