To truly cherish the things that are important to you,
you must first discard those that have outlived their
purpose. To get rid of what you no longer need is neither
wasteful nor shameful. Can you truthfully say that you
treasure something buried so deeply in a closet or drawer
that you have forgotten its existence? If things had feelings,
they would certainly not be happy. Free them from the prison
to which you have relegated them. Help them leave that
deserted isle to which you have exiled them. Let them go,
with gratitude. Not only you, but your things as well, will
feel clear and refreshed when you are done tidying.
Uzanlar sahnede
Turgut Özal'ın sermaye özneli yeni medya düzeni anlayışının bir başka aktörü 1990'ların başında Uzan Grubu olmuştu.
Kemal Uzan ile oğulları Cem ve Hakan Uzan, Turgut Özal'ın destek ve teşvikleriyle Magic Box'ın, yani bugünkü Star TV'nin temelini attılar.
When accepting the Nobel prize in 1957 (refused by Sartre), Camus’ speech was interrupted by an Algerian student who asked him why he did not condemn the use of torture in Algeria. Camus replied that he loved justice, but if he had to choose between justice and his mother, he would choose his mother. It was the very opposite of Godwin’s stance: Godwin had asked what magic there is in the word ‘my’ to overturn the dictates of everlasting justice. By choosing his mother before justice, Camus by extension chose his tribe, his nation and his race.
Unlike the classic anarchist thinkers, who as heirs of the Enlightenment looked to reason and science to bring about progress, the gurus of the counter-culture rejected the ‘rationality’ and ‘objectivity’ which had been so debased by the dominant culture in its attempts to justify war, poverty and injustice. The pendulum swung in the other direction, towards a reinvigorated spirituality, towards subjectivity, feelings, sensations, play, mysticism, and magic.
‘The policeman’s riot club functions like a magic wand’, wrote Carl Oglesby in extravagant, existentialist tones, ‘under whose hard caress the banal soul grows vivid and the nameless recover their authenticity — a bestower, this wand, of the lost charisma of the modern self: I bleed, therefore I am.’