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Eylül 2022 tarihinde katıldı
Okuma Hedefleri
Aurora Leigh/First Book
Will write my story for my better self,
As when you paint your portrait for a friend,
Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it
Long after he has ceased to love you, just
To hold together what he was and is.
what he was and is.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me. 
Sigmund Freud
İki Müzisyen Kız ve Doğubilim
Osman Hamdi Bey'in Osmanlı döneminde resimlediği bu eserde, ayakta duran kız altın sarısı renginde entarisiyle tambur çalıyorken , aynı şekilde oturan diğer kız da def çalmaktadır. Resimde osmanlıya ait bir çok motif bulunmaktadır. Osman Hamdi Bey genel olarak eserlerinde kadınlara yer vermektedir fakat bu kadınlar Avrupadaki oryantalist tabloların aksine, yetenekli, birey olarak sorumluluklarını bilen ve cinselliğiyle öne çıkmayan şekilde resmedilmiştir. Avrupada oryantalist resimlerin birçoğunda alışkın olduğumuz, tembel, cinselliğiyle var olmaya çalışan, pasaklı kadın figürlerinin aksine bu konuda çok başarılı çalışmalarda bulunmuştur. Bir noktada Osman Hamdi Bey'in bu eserlerini batılı ressamların oryantalist bakış açısına bir başkaldırı olarak değerlendirebiliriz.
Okur Takip Önerileri
Orientalism in "Women of Algries"
Before analysing Delacroix's The Women of Algiers in their Apartment (1834) we should touch on a subject. Orientalism. This term generally depicts how Eastern societies cultures, languages etc. are examined. This term created by Western societies like it’s used to be. Western, created this term for pursuing their policy of dominating.
The Lemon Orchard
"The moon was hidden behind long, high parallels of cloud which hung like suspended streamers of dirty cotton wool in the sky."
As if moon witnessed what is about to happen but not actively doing something to prevent this crime only participate everything. 
Alex La Guma
from Elizabeth Barret Browning's Aurora Leigh; description of England
Was this my father's England? the great isle?
The ground seemed cut up from the fellowship
Of verdure, field from field, as man from man;
The skies themselves looked low and positive,
As almost you could touch them with a hand,
And dared to do it, they were so far off
From God's celestial crystals; all things, blurred
And dull and vague.
Did Shakespeare and his mates
Absorb the light here?- not a hill or stone
With heart to strike a radiant colour up
Or ar active outline on the indifferent air!
e.e. Cummings
hiç gitmediğim bir yerin, sevinçle ötesinde
her türlü yaşantının, sessizliği var gözlerinde:
senin en hafif hareketinde bir şey var içime gömen beni,
ya da bir şey dokunamayacağım kadar bana yakın
kolayca açar beni en ürkek bir bakışın
parmaklar gibi kapamış olsam bile kendimi,
sen hep yaprak yaprak açarsın beni, Baharın
(dokunup ustaca, gizlice) açışı gibi ilk gülünü
ya da beni kapatmaksa istediğin, ben ve
hayatım kapanırız güzelce, birden
karın her yere özenle inişini
düşleyen bu çiçeğin yüreğinin yaptığı gibi
duyduğumuz hiçbir şey bu dünyada
erişemez gücüne senin sonsuz inceliğinin:
ülkelerinin renkleriyle dokusu beni bağlayan,
öldüren, hiç durmadan, her nefeste
(bilmiyorum nedir bu sende olan, bu kapanan
ve açılan; yalnız anlıyor içimde bir şey
gözlerinin sesinin güllerden daha derin olduğunu)
hiç kimsenin böyle küçük elleri yoktur, yağmurun bile
from Anne Sexton's "Self in 1958"
(showed examples of dehumanization and lack of individuality, and the corruption of society at the time.)
Someone plays with me,
(here, someone refers patriarchal system)
plants me in the all-electric kitchen,
Is this what Mrs. Rombauer said?
Someone pretends with me—
(she lives what they expected from her)
I am walled in solid by their
from Sylvia Plath's "The Applicant"
Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start
But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.
from Professions for Women by Virginia Woolf
I want you to figure to yourselves a girl sitting with a pen in her hand, which for minutes, and indeed for hours, she never dips into the inkpot. The image that comes to my mind when I think of this girl is the image of a fisherman lying sunk in dreams on the verge of a deep lake with a rod held out over the water. She was letting her imagination sweep unchecked round every rock and cranny of the world that lies submerged in the depths of our unconscious being. Now came the experience, the experience that I believe to be far commoner with women writers than with men. The line raced through the girl's fingers. Her imagination had rushed away. It had sought the pools, the depths, the dark places where the largest fish slumber. And then there was a smash. There was an explosion. There was foam and confusion. The imagination had dashed itself against something hard. The girl was roused from her dream. She was indeed in a state of the most acute and difficult distress. To speak without figure she had thought of something, something about the body, about the passions which it was unfitting for her as a woman to say.
İNANILMAZZZ DERECEDE İYİ
from Professions for Women by Virginia Woolf
I took up the inkpot and flung it at her. She died hard. Her fictitious nature was of great assistance to her. It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.
-She killed her(angelic phantom) with her capacity. This angel created by conventry patmores ink. and she was able to kill only by ink again.
from Professions for Women by Virginia Woolf
(refers to the phantom; angel in the house) she slipped behind me and whispered: "My dear, you are a young woman. You are writing about a book that has been written by a man. Be sympathetic; be tender; flatter; deceive; use all the arts and wiles of our sex. Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all, be pure." And she made as if to guide my pen.
-She was utterly unselfish.
she doesnt have any colour, identity of her own. she has to sacricifice her for her family if we gave from ourself too much people take it that as it guaranteed. according to patriarchal system this angelic features programmed into the dna of woman.
from Professions for Women by Virginia Woolf
...I should need to do battle with a certain phantom. And the phantom was a woman, and when I came to know her better I called her after the heroine of a famous poem, The Angel in the House. It was she who used to come between me and my paper when I was writing reviews. It was she who bothered me and wasted my time and so tormented me that at last I killed her. You who come of a younger and happier generation may not have heard of her--you may not know what I mean by the Angel in the House. I will describe her as shortly as I can. She was intensely sympathetic. She was immensely charming. She was utterly unselfish. She excelled in the difficult arts of family life. She sacrificed herself daily. If there was chicken, she took the leg; if there was a draught she sat in it--in short she was so constituted that she never had a mind or a wish of her own, but preferred to sympathize always with the minds and wishes of others. Above all--I need not say it---she was pure. Her purity was supposed to be her chief beauty--her blushes, her great grace.
From Angel in the House by Coventry Patmore
"Her, the most excellent of all,
---The best half of creation's best.---"
eşini anlatmak ve övmek için yazdığı bu eserde aslında kendini övüyor. Creation's best dediği Adam, man. half of diyerek de kadınları tarif ediyor. Öyle de güzel bir imaj veriyor ki kadına dili kullanarak çünkü dil en etkili manipülasyon aracıdır. Kadını en yüksek sütuna koyuyor betimlemesinde ama kadın o kadar yukarıdaki mutlu bile değil. Bu tanımı bu dönem içinde yazılan tüm eserlerde görüyoruz çünkü ataerkil düzen hüküm sürüyor. Üstelik ülkeyi bir kadın yönetiyor 60 yıl. Toplumu iyi bildiğinden o da bu sisteme hizmet ediyor ve toplumda inanılmaz bir ikiyüzlülük gelişiyor. Kadın evin meleği olarak simgeleniyor ve öyle olması gerekiyor düzene göre fakat o dönem fahişelik yapan kadın sayısı 80.000 bu artık dönem içinde bir market haline gelmiş. Dilleri bunu ayıplasa, karşı çıksa dahi bunu yapmaktan geri çekilmiyorlar. Sadece fahişelik değil, kadın sosyal hayatta da rol edinmek istediğinde "fallen woman" olarak anılıyor. Her anlamda üzerinde baskı bulunan kadınlar psikolojik rahatsızlıklarla boğuşuyor ve bu da kadınların rahime sahip olmasıyla bağdaştırılıyor. (hysteria; yunanca hystera yani rahim) Sığ beyinli olduğu düşünülen kadınları biyolojik gerçeklerle de güçsüz ve yetersiz görüyorlar. Baş ağrısı bile erkeğe layık görülüyor çünkü çok düşünüyorlar. (shallower brain for women).
The "Woman Question": The Victorian Debate About Gender
From Queen Victoria's letter to her daughter she remarked:
"There is great happiness... in devoting oneself to another who is worthy of one's affection; still, men are very selfish and the woman's devotion always one of submission which makes our poor sex so very unenviable. This you will feel hereafter- I know; though it cannot be otherwise as God has willed it so."
Here we can see the problematic part; individuals set religious rules by their own advantages. Her assumptions that woman's role was to be accepted as divinely willed.
from "upon a spider catching a fly"
But mighty, Gracious Lord
Communicate
Thy Grace to breake the Cord, afford
Us Glorys Gate
And State.
We'l Nightingaile sing like
When pearcht on high
In Glories Cage, thy glory, bright,
And thankfully,
For joy. 
Edward Taylor
from "to my dear and loving husband"
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
(My love is like a thirst so strong that not even rivers could satisfy it.
Nothing but love from you can satisfy me.) 
Anne Bradstreet
"Now for the poet, he nothing affirms, and therefore never lieth."
Boccaccio
Alexander Pope
Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,
The inossy fountains and the green retreats!
~Where'er you walk cool gales
shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you tread
the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all the things flourish
where you turn your eyes.~