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PISCI, PJESNICI I KNJIGE KOJE OBOZAVAM

Umberto Eco - "Ime Ruze"

J.R.R. Tolkien - "Silmarillion", "Hobbit", "LOTR"

Aldous Huxley - "Vrli Novi Svijet"

Miljenko Jergovic - "Sarajevski Marlboro", "Mama Leone"

Voltaire - "Candid", "Rasprava o Toleranciji"

Edgar Allan Poe - od pjesama nadalje

Salman Rushdie - "Bijes"

Agatha Christie - njadraza "10 Malih Crnaca"

Shakespeare - najdraža " Kralj Lear"

Michael Cunning - "Sati"

Jose Calderon Somoza- "Spilja ideja"

Peter Green- "Mač užitka"

Nick Hornby- "HI-FI"

Damir Milos - "Bijeli Klaun"

POEZIJA

ekipa romantičara: Keats, Poe, Byron, Burns, Blake

Walt Whitman

S.S. Kranjcevic ("Mojsije")





THE POET'S CORNER

KEATS
O Maker of sweet poets, dear delight

Of this fair world, and its gentle livers;

Spangler of clouds, halo of crystal rivers,

Mingler with leaves, and dew and tumbling streams,

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams,

Lover of loneliness, and wandering,

Of upcast eye, and tender pondering!

Thee must I praise above all other glories

That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

For what has made the sage or poet write

But the fair paradise of Nature's light?

John Keats 1817.




Lothlorien

22.01.2006., nedjelja

Galadriel's song

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"I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew,
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.



There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore.
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?"


J.R.R.Tolkien: The Lord Of The Rings





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Seek for the sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

here shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand.



"Pomiluj njezno svoje knjige, strance, i sjeti se da su prah."
Miljenko Jergovic, Sarajevski Marlboro

"Vidim kako se svijet sve vise pretvara u pustinju, cujem stalno priblizavanje grmljavine koja ce i nas unistiti, mogu osjetiti patnje milijuna, a ipak, ako pogledam u nebo, mislim da ce se sve pravedno rijesiti, da ce ova okrutnost zavrsiti, da ce se opet vratiti mir i spokoj. U medjuvremenu, moram zadrzati svoje ideale, jer mozda ce doci vrijeme kad cu ih moci ostvariti!"
Dnevnik Anne Frank

"Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus."
("Negdasnja ruza ostaje kao ime, zadrzavamo tek gola imena.")
Umberto Eco, "Ime ruze"

" Pravo na netrpeljivost je apsurdno i divljačko: to je pravo tigrova i doista je užasno, jer tigrovi se razdiru samo zbog jela, a mi smo se međusobno tamanili zbog paragrafâ."
Voltaire, "Rasprava o toleranciji"


"-Znam da je mrtav! Mislis da ne znam? Ali ga svejedno mogu voljeti, zar ne mogu? To sto je netko mrtav jos ne znaci da ga covjek treba prestati voljeti, zaboga... osobito ako je taj netko bio tisucu puta bolji od ljudi za koje covjek zna da su zivi, i sve."
J.D.Salinger, "Lovac u zitu"




THE VALLEY OF UNREST
Far away - far away-
Far away - as far at least
Lies that valley as the day
Down within the golden east-
All things lovely - are not they
Far away - far away?

It is called the Valley Nis.
And a Syriac tale there is
Thereabout which Time hath said
Shall not be interpreted.
Something about Satan's dart-
Something about angel wings-
Much about a broken hart-
All about unhappy things:
But ' the Valley Nis ' at best
Means 'the valley of unrest'.

Once it smil'd, a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell,
Having gone onto the wars-
And the sly, misteriuos stars,
With a visage full of meaning,
O'er the unguarded flowers were leaning:
Or the sun ray dripp'd all red
Thro' the tulips overhead,
Then grew paler as it fell
On the quiet Asphodel.

Now the unhappy shall confess
Nothing there is motionless:
Helen, like thy human eye
There th' uneasy violets lie-
There the reed grass doth wave
Over the old forgotten grave-
One by one from the treetop
There the eternal dews do drop-
There the vague and dreamy trees
Do roll like seas in northern breeze
Edgar Allan Poe

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