15.04.2007., nedjelja

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In the Baggage Room at Greyhound

I
In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal
sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky
waiting for the Los Angeles Express to depart
worrying about eternity over the Post Office roof in
the night-time red downtown heaven
staring through my eyeglasses I realized shuddering
these thoughts were not eternity, nor the poverty
of our lives, irritable baggage clerks,
nor the millions of weeping relatives surrounding the
buses waving goodbye,
nor other millions of the poor rushing around from
city to city to see their loved ones,
nor an indian dead with fright talking to a huge cop
by the Coke machine,
nor this trembling old lady with a cane taking the last
trip of her life,
nor the red-capped cynical porter collecting his quar-
ters and smiling over the smashed baggage,
nor me looking around at the horrible dream,
nor mustached negro Operating Clerk named Spade,
dealing out with his marvelous long hand the
fate of thousands of express packages,
nor fairy Sam in the basement limping from leaden
trunk to trunk,
nor Joe at the counter with his nervous breakdown
smiling cowardly at the customers,
nor the grayish-green whale's stomach interior loft
where we keep the baggage in hideous racks,
hundreds of suitcases full of tragedy rocking back and
forth waiting to be opened,
nor the baggage that's lost, nor damaged handles,
nameplates vanished, busted wires and broken
ropes, whole trunks exploding on the concrete
floor,
nor seabags emptied into the night in the final
warehouse.

(...)

Farewell ye Greyhound where I suffered so much,
hurt my knee and scraped my hand and built
my pectoral muscles big as a vagina.

Allen Ginsberg


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Begins anew with every birth. A conscious knowledge that roles could be reversed.

Počela sam pisati ovaj blog 2006., kako bih dokumentirala emigrantsko iskustvo Londona. I danas pišem osobne postove, ali mi je ispovjedna forma prestala biti zanimljiva (ako mi je ikad i bila zanimljiva). 'Privatno' mi sad prvenstveno služi kao stilsko sredstvo, da prošara i razlomi krutost (i okrutnost) iskaza koji teže poopćivosti. Pišem o onome što vidim kao problem, ponajmanje o studijima izvedbe (performance studies), koji su mi struka. Pišem još i o onome što mi je smiješno, kao, na primjer, ovo:

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