the sleepwalkers

• arthur koestler'in kendisi yaşamışcasına anlattığı bilim tarihi kitabıdır. dili o kadar akıcıdır ki çok yorulmadan birçok şey öğrenmiş olursunuz.
• arthur koestler'in bilim tarihindeki bazı kilometre taşlarını bilim insanlarının hayatlarıyla ilgili detaylar da vererek anlattığı kitabı. phoenix yayın evi tarafından uyurgezerler adıyla türkçeye çevrilmiştir.
  
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• van der graaf generator şarkısı, godbluff albümünün (1975) kapanışını getirir. sözel yoğunluksa sözel yoğunluk, müzikal kompleksiteyse müzikal kompleksite, total özgünlükse total özgünlük: vdgg'den beklentiniz neyse hepsi var; yahut, bu vdgg 70'lerde ne menem, ne benzersiz bir müzik yapardı diye birilerine tek bir şarkı göstermeniz gerekirse, adres burası.
  
  o 1:25'te olan şey var ya, nelere bedel...
  
  at night, this mindless army, ranks unbroken by dissent
  ıs moved into action and their pace does not relent
  ın step, with great precision, these dancers of the night
  advance against the darkness - how implacable their might!
  eyes undulled by moon, their arms and legs akimbo
  they walk and live, hoping soon to surface from this limbo
  their minds, anticipating the dawn of the day
  shall never know what's waiting mere insight away
  - too far, too soon
  
  senses dimmed in semi-sentience, only wheeling through this plane
  only seeing fragmented images, prematurely curtailed by the brain
  but breathing, living, knowing in some measure at least
  the soul which roots the matter of both beauty and the beast
  from what tooth or claw does murder spring
  from what flesh and blood does passion?
  both cut through the air with the pendulum's swing
  ın deadly but delicate fashion
  and every range of feeling is there in the dream
  and every logic's reeling in the force of the scream;
  the senses sting
  and though ı may be dreaming and reality stalls
  ı only know the meaning of sight and that's all
  and that's nothing
  
  the columns of the night advance
  ınfectiously, their cryptic dance
  gathers converts to the fold -
  ın time the whole raw world will pace these same steps
  on into the same bitter end
  
  somnolent muster - now the dancing dead
  forsake the shelter of their secure beds
  awaken to a slumber whose depths they dread
  as if the ground they tread would give way
  beneath the solemn weight of their conception
  ı'd search the hidden corners of all this world
  make reason of the sensory whorl
  ıf ı only had time
  but soon the dream is ended
  
  tonight, before you lay down to the sweetness of your sleep
  do you question your surrender to the drop from lover's leap
  or does the anaesthetic darkness take hold on its very own?
  does your body rise in service with not one dissenting groan?
  these waking dreams of life and death
  ın the mirror are twisted and buckled;
  lashes flicker, a catch of breath
  skin whitening at the knuckles
  the army of sleepwalkers shake their limbs and are loose
  and though ı am a talker, ı can phrase no excuse
  not to rise again
  ın the chorus of the night-time ı belong
  and ı, like you, must dance to that moonlight song
  and in the end ı, too, must pay the cost of this life
  ıf all is lost none is known
  and how could we lose what we've never owned?
  oh, ı'd search out every knowledge that ı could find
  unravel all the mysteries of mind
  ıf ı only had time
  ıf ı only had time
  but soon my time is ended