Spleen Siska

nedjelja, 30.12.2007.

napravi kompromis sad
da ustedis vrijeme kasnije
ugledaj se na mene
gdje kompromisa nema

“Freedom – to want nothing, to expect nothing, to depend on nothing.”
The Fountainhead (1949)

30.12.2007. u 10:25 • 5 KomentaraPrint#

petak, 28.12.2007.

poduze, budim se...

rastvaram slijepljene kapke i trazim strganu kutiju cigara,
zguzvanu plasticnu bocu ustajale pive,
palim cigaretu i psujem si nesto u bradu
suhi dim dere mi grlo,
ishlapljenom pivom ogorceno gutam dim
dok njezno trga olovna sisacka pluca,
poduze,
budim se...

malo kritike, prije kise govana...


jos jedno usrano podne...

pucketanje u krhkoj kicmi
koza skliska od znoja,
jezi se
krv s ruku
zmijskim jezikom lizem
suze u ustima tope se,
osjecaji iskrivljuju se
drhtavi ostatci podrugljive
mrznje odrzava moje tjelo
toplim, prisutnim,
odrzava moju dusu
hladnom, bezosjecanom...

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sunce,
skriva se medju sjenama
zadnji dah titrajuceg svijetla
tinja,
gasi se
oci blijede i prazne
poput ociju s glava mrtvih svinja
u potrganoj,
plasticnoj kanti krvi
gledaju te
bezosjecajno
u tisini
dok tones u svoj
osobni pakao
trnja spoznaje
pratecih ogledala
koja ti govore,
govore,
sapcu,
da si samo
ulasteno govno

.

otiske mojih blatnjavih cipela
nakon snjezne oluje zaborava
na dnu jeftine boce razvodnjenog vina
nasilno, brise iz sjecanja,
skrivajuci istinu od ociju stvarnosti
i dajuci volju za ustajanjem,
jos jednim,
taj prekrasni zaborav
na trenutak daje nadu za bjegom od posasti
svakodnevnice...
vjetar se pojavio,
nade su umrle...


malo smijeha prije sna da tlabete gladje prodju...
spam, spam, spam, spam...

28.12.2007. u 02:48 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

nedjelja, 23.12.2007.

insignificant others


bljedog lica,
kosturkih rucica,
isusena nevjesta,
u rusevinama hrama licimjerja,
polaze zadnju, izgorenu, ruzu
za onog tko ju je prevario...
tko ju je volio,
a to nije znao...


makni se s polja gdje sam strunuo
poljubi dlan koji ti razbija gubicu
goni se u ponor usutkanih sjena
spavaj u crnini,
jer ces umrijet do jutra,
osadoh ogorcen ponovo,
na polju gdje sam umro...

"I'd far rather be happy than right any day."
"Well, are you?"
"That's where it all falls down..."

23.12.2007. u 03:42 • 3 KomentaraPrint#

subota, 22.12.2007.



O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.

And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

22.12.2007. u 22:37 • 3 KomentaraPrint#

kamasabe slobodo
moja draga prijateljice
nakon mjeseca sabotiranja
napokon smo zajedno
daleko od metrofrikova
od ove jadi danasnje menalne scene
ravne rizinom pudingu
napokon smo zajedno

22.12.2007. u 00:54 • 5 KomentaraPrint#

ponedjeljak, 03.12.2007.

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nekad

lijepi su ti trenutci
izmedju izmjena sjena
tamnih mehanickih pokreta
hladne fizike
kad se usta otvore
i kratkim smijehom
tisina bude smaknuta

bistrina glasova

izbjegnuti pokusaji stvaranja
ljutskih emocija utopljeni su slatkim zvucima
tih bistrih glasova koji nas nekad na
pocetku, na putu, na kraju
poput nabrusene igle u zatiljak glave
bodu i vriste s imenom
paradoksalne slobode...

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neka mi mrak na oci padnem
svijetlost pocinje boliti
neka se slomljena kost u saci inficira
neka dobijem gangrenu, neka otpadne
neka me na ulicu brat izbaci
zelim mu samo najbolje
neka me prijatelji ostave
neka uzivaju u zivotu
bez nepotrebnog tereta mog zivota
neka me Ona zaboravi,
boljega naci ce, neupitno,
neka mi mrak na oci padne
svjetlost previse boli
neka me u plitkom grobu pokopaju
mozda nece toliko bolit....
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pocet cu ljekove ponovno piti, blog ugasit, prestat pisat, prestat crtat, ideje zaboravit, ionako je to sve u potpunosti, bezvrijedno...
šteta života...
xxx

03.12.2007. u 19:26 • 14 KomentaraPrint#

nedjelja, 02.12.2007.





The Beatles
I Am the Walrus Lyrics



I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
MAN, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g'joob

Mister City P'liceman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I'm crying.
I'm crying, I'm crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your Knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g'joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get a tan from
Standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob.

Expert texpert choking smokers,
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha)
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.

Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,
goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo
(rhythmical speaking along with juba's).
Juba juba juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba juba. Juba juba.....

02.12.2007. u 22:55 • 3 KomentaraPrint#

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‘Insanity in individuals is something rare; but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.’ — Nietzsche



El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
Comunismo Libertario, Revolución Social.


Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."

Charles Baudelaire

cg

"And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home? "
pink floyd

peace day



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who poured out his immortal longings in to dignified
passages of stately music
or was he just an old poof who wrote tunes?

>>>>Monty Python

"Four legs good, Two legs bad."
George Orwell


"Religion began when the first scoundrel meet the first fool..."

Voltaire

"I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick -- not wounded -- dead."
Woody Allen

"One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all"

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Alone

[Poem by Edgar Allan Poe]

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.




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Anathema - J'ai Fait Une Promesse


La voie, le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
La voie le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
Me rapelle d'automne précedente, en révérence,
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé ŕ vous
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, I plegded myself to you.










Theme song from M*A*S*H

Suicide is Painless

Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.

suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...

The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.

suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...

suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...

A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'

'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you please.



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o Having ordinary social or casual contact with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Sharing clothing with someone who has HIV or AIDS
o Touching a person who has HIV or AIDS
o Sharing food, dishes, or eating utensils with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Dry-kissing someone with HIV or AIDS
o Hing someone who has HIV or AIDS
o Shaking hands with someone living with HIV or AIDS
o Sitting on toilet seats
o Being bitten by an insect
o Massaging a person living with HIV or AIDS
o Using a hand to sexually stimulate a partner who has HIV or AIDS (although a risk may exist if blood, semen, or vaginal fluids come in contact with broken skin)
o Masturbating
o Touching the tears, saliva, or sweat of a person living with HIV or AIDS
o Living or working with an HIV-infected person







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