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PAIN & GLORY
petak, 06.10.2006.
Posmrtno Grizodusje
Kad snivala budes, tamna ljepotice,
Na dnu spomenika od hladna mramora,
Kad ti dom udobni-loznicu Amora-
Zamijeni hlad jame i vlaga grobnice;
Kad pritisne ploca plasljive ti grudi
I bokove, gipke u nehaju kretnja,
I srcu ti, punom pustolovnih hlepnja,
Ne dadne da kuca, treperi i zudi,
Tad ce grob, sto znade moje zedi tajne
(Jer on uvijek pojmi pjesnika u placu),
Za nesanih noci i came beskrajne
Rec ti:˛Zasto nisi, ljubavnice, smjelo
Okusila ono za cim mrtvi placu?˛
-I crv, kao griznja, izgrist ce ti tijelo.
Od svih pjesnika koje sam citala Baudelaire me se najvise dojmio. Njegove rijeci su tako savrseno utkane u cijelu kompoziciju pjesme da je to nevjerojatno…mozda zvucim kao neki freak al nije bitno. On mi je najdrazi pjesnik. Citala sam i Poea cija mi je Annabel Lee stvarno jaka pjesma ali on mi nije kao Baudelaire. Bilo je tu jos pjesnika. Nisam citala samo ove –standardno goticke ili kako god- umjetnike ali najbolji mi je Charles. Pusio je opijum, alkoholizirao se, uzivao u hasisu…Ni kurvanje mu nije bilo strano. Imao je sifilis kojeg je zaradio od mulatkinje, crne venere, zene koja je imala veliku tjelesnu moc nad njim. I mrzio ju je, ali ne toliko sto ga je zarazila nego sto se nije mogao oduprijeti moci koju je imala nad njim. Bio je u zavadi sa svima. Majci nije nikad oprostio sto se abnormalno brzo preudala nakon smrti njegova oca. Ocuh ga je stalno zelio disciplinirati i unormaliti-bio je general. Baudelaire ga je mrzio kao i mnoge druge. Cesto se obrusavao na crkvu tako da je pisao pjesme o rusevnom krscanstvu tipa Litanije Satani…bio je kontroverzan, drukciji, zanimljiv, suprotan svima ocekivanjima i standardima. Ni dan danas nije zavrsena parnica koja je vodena protiv njegovih –CVJETOVA ZLA- tako da se moze reci da je to jos uvijek zabranjeno stivo. Ako je i u paklu, skidam mu kapu. Kolko god bio jadan, iskoristio je svoj zivot.
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thank you for your loving heart
but what is joined must now to part
go in peace, I set you free
as in my will, so it shall be
three times three
with love and light
I banish thee!
I will wait in this place where the sun never shines,
Wait in this place where shadows run from themselves.
"Father, Son, Holy Ghost!
Bitten sall they be,
Bairn, wha have bitten thee!
Care to their black vein,
Till thou hast thy health again!
Mend thou in God's name!"
I feel my immortality o˘ersweep all pains, all tears, all times, all fears;
And peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears this truth--
--Thou livest forever!
BYRON
Hope is beauty,
personified
at her feet, the world,
hypnotized
A million flashes,
a million smiles
and on the catwalk
she flaunts her style
But in this heart of darkness
our hope lies lost and torn
all fame like love is fleeting
when there´s no hope anymore
Pain and glory
hand in hand
a sacrifice
the highest price
Like the poison in her arm
like a wisper, she was gone
like when angels fall
And in this heart of darkness
our hope lies on the floor
all love like fame is fleeting
when there`s no hope anymore
Like a poison in her arm
like a wisper, she was gone
like an angel
angels fall
GLAZBA KOJA MI ODGOVARA…
-Tristania
-After Forever
-Therion
-My Dying Bride
-Apocalyptica
-MM
-Cradle Of Filth
-Dimmu Borgir
-Limbonic Art
-Opeth
-Paradise Lost
-Eternal Tears Of Sorrow
-Galadriel
-…
uglavnom, metal.
Sto se tice hmm...komercijalne klasike volim poslusati CARMINA BURANU od Carl Orffa,
Lacrimosu iz Mozartova REQUIEMA,
Shubertovu NEDOVRSENU SIMFONIJU,
Beethovenovu MJESECEVU SONATU,
Vivaldijevo LJETO III. Stavak
I razne izvedbe na orguljama i cellima…
NEKI OD FILMOVA KOJI SU MI ZAKON IZ OVIH ILI ONIH RAZLOGA…
-Sanjiva Dolina (zanimljiva radnja i Depp koji je fora glumac)
-Bram Stokers Dracula (Coppola me uspio rastuziti s G. Oldmanom)
-Queen Of The Damned (hmm…Lestat? Ok, malo je pederkast pa sta? Nisu li svi hollywoodski vampiri takvi?)
-The Crow (prvi dio je najbolji al s obzirom na to da obozavam vranu ubrajam sva tri)
-Equilibrium
-Gothika
...
But first on earth, as Vampyre sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent;
Then ghastly haunt the native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse,
Thy victims, ere they yet expire,
Shall know the demon for their sire;
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, best beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name--
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet thou must end thy task and mark
Her cheek's last tinge--her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
Then with unhallowed hand shall tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which, in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn--
But now is borne away by thee
Memorial of thine agony!
Yet with thine own best blood shall drip;
Thy gnashing tooth, and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go--and with Gouls and Afrits rave,
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they.
G.G.Byron
Vino ubojice
Mrtva je! No to sam htio
Mogu piti dokle hoću.
Koliko je puta noću
Njezin glas me otrijeznio.
Kao pravi kralj se osjećam!
Zrak me može ponijeti...
Zaljubili smo se ljeti.
Tko kaže da se ne sjećam!?
Žeđanje me rastrgalo.
Toliko mi treba vina
Kolika je i dubina
Njena groba. - Nije malo
Leži na dnu jedne jame
I još sam je zatrpao
Kamenjem, kako sam znao.
-Možda je i nema za me!
U ime svih zaklinjanja
Danih dok smo se grlili,
Da bismo se pomirili,
Ispunili obećanja,
Još sastanak muž joj nudi,
Na cesti, kad noć je pala,
I došla je! - Luda mala!
-Svi smo više-manje ludi!
Ostala joj je ljepota,
Al je umor već bolio
Previše sam je volio:
"Spasi se od toga života!"
Tko od ljudi da me shvati?
Tko od glupih pijanica
Bolesna i gnjila lica
Zna od vina pokrov tkati?
Ološ sav u smradu gubav,
Ko mašina od čelika
Ne zna kako je velika
Jedna živa, prava ljubav
Puna crnih opojnosti,
S uzbuđenjem samog pakla,
S otrovom i sjajem stakla,
S lancima i lupom kosti!
Slobodan sam. O divota!
Noćas bit će opijanja
I bez straha i kajanja
Tu ću leći pokraj plota
I spavati kao pseti!
Kola s teškim tovarima
I kamenje sve u njima
Može bijesno doći, eto
I smrviti moju glavu
Ili me raspoloviti
Stalo će mi, bome, biti
Koliko za Božju slavu.
Baudelaire
Tale of the last vampire
coldness of the night
is smooth raping one of it's children
giving him the gift of the darkness
and the curse of eternity
the wounds on the neck
slowly dissappearing
while his sences are shapening
and his veins are beginning to long after blood
eye are changing color
from blue to red and violet
the wet hair curls up
becomes to dangerous snake locks
in the corner of the mouth
the sharp tooth now shines white
teaching the prey to come nearer
and become a stonestep to darkness
but none is more left
the last prey turned to hunter
but what is a killer without victim
conventing to a killer of murders
now to survive
becoming more than just one of them
becoming superior to blooddrinkers
slowly creating more of himself
bloody blood drinkers
doomed to die a painfull death
nomore they will se the blessing sunlight
and so the cirkle ends!
"And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him."
[Revelations 12:7-9]
"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone"
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"
Hasten to the bridal bed -
Underneath the grave 'tis spread:
In darkness may our love be hid,
Oblivion be our coverlid -
We may rest, and nione forbid.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
This living hand, now warm and capable of earnest grasping,
would if it were cold and in the icy silence of the tomb
so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights-
-that thou wouldst wist thine own heart dry of blood
so in my veins red life might stream again and thou be conscience calmed-
-so here it is –
-I hold it towards you.
KEATS
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