PAIN & GLORY

utorak, 10.10.2006.

LONDON, 1888.

S komadom ljudskog bubrega sto je postom stigao na policijsku adresu bilo je i popratno pismo-Saljem vam pol bubrega sto ga izvadio sam zeni…drugu polu ispekoh i izih…-Povratna adresa-Iz pakla.-

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Jesen je 1888. i citav London smjesta shvaca da je ta jeziva posiljka stigla od –Jacka Trbosjeka-, koji je upravo rasporio svoju cetvrtu zrtvu, 43-godisnju Catherine Eddowes.
Sve su te 4 zene bile otuzne prostitutke, ostarjele i istrosene, prisiljene da svoj ponizavajuci zanat obavljaju u cetvrti bijede zvanoj Whitechapel. Ta prava septicka jama najponizenijih i najuvrjedenijih bila je pravi labirint tijesnih ulicica i prolaza sto su vodili do rakijasnica, bordela i jazbina u kojima se pusio opijum. Ni pola djece nebi dozivjelo petu godinu zivota, a u toj bi, smecem zatrpanoj kosnici, u jednoj sicusnoj izbi znalo spavati i po sedmero ljudi. Da u svem tom jadu ne skapaju od gladi, mnogim djevojkama nije bilo druge nego da odu na ulicu. I bas su takve zene, zbog jos ne objasnjenih razloga, postale Ripperov plijen-plijen zlocinca nikad prepoznatog i nikad uhvacenog.

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Prva je zrtva bila 42-godisnja Mary Ann –Polly- Nichols, priklana u noci 31. kolovoza. Dok je umirala u blatnjavom, tijesnom prolazu, ubojica joj je raporio trbuh cetvrt metra dugim nozem. Osam je dana kasnije na savrseno isti nacin i istom vrstom oruzja bila likvidirana i –Dark Annie- Chapman od 47 godina, vec dobrano naceta susicom.
Sad su se ljudi prisjetili onog ranijeg ubojstva prostitutke u Whitechapelu. Buduci da je ova bila samo proburazena, policija tu nije vidjela vezu. Javnost je, medutim, bila drugoga mnijenja pa je podigla ustrasenu kriku, ne bi li prisilila policiju da u tu cetvrt posalje pojacanje. Privatni detektivi i gradani-dragovoljci rado su se ukljucili u Whitechapelski odbor za samozastitu, a koji su organizirali zainteresirani londonski poslovni krugovi. Kako je rastao strah, tako se sve vise otkrivala mracna strana viktorijanskog zivota. Udobno zbrinuti clanovi drustva dugo su naprosto zatvarali oci pred okrutnim uvjetima zivota nametnutima sirotinji. U jednom dobu u kojem se spolne tene nisu ni spominjale, a kamoli razglabale, takozvani pristojni ljudi naprosto su okretali glavu od bezbrojnih gradskih prostitutki. Zanimanje je, medutim i dalje ostalo usmjereno prije svega na ubojicu, koji je crvenom tintom napisao svoje prvo pismo. U njemu se hvastao pocinjenim zlocinima, a potpisao ga je imenom koje si je sam nadjenuo-JACK THE RIPPER-. Policiju je, kako ce se pokazati s pravom, drazio s tvrdnjom da ga nikad nece uhvatiti, iako su neka zajednicka obiljezja njegovih zlocina bila ocita. Patolozi su utvrdili da je zlocinac ljevak te da zna podosta o anatomiji, jer je ocito bio vijest u preciznom vadenju ljudskih organa. Postupno je postao jasno i da se ubojstva dogadaju izmedu 23.00 i 4.00 h ujutro. Ali te indikacije nisu bile ni izdaleka dovoljne. Istrazitelji su poceli progoniti neduzne ljude i to samo zato sto su bili obicni kriminalci, poznati seksualni prijestupnici ili dusevno bolesni kirurzi i mesari. Samo !?!
Ali sva ta natezanja nisu urodila nikakvim plodom. Zlocini su u meduvremenu postajali sve smioniji-i sve jeziviji. Ocito prekinut u poslu tek posto je priklao Elizabeth –Long Liz- Stride od 45 godina, Ripper je brzo nestao u nocnim isparavanjima nedugo poslije ponoci na dan 30. rujna, tako da je zrtva ostala mrtva ali neizmrcvarena. U jednoj je ruci stezala grozd a u drugoj slatkise. Ocevidac koji je slucajno naisao, cuo je korake, ali od ubojice nije vidio nista. Posto mu je bilo uskraceno uobicajeno zadovoljstvo,opet je udario nakon ni 45 minuta. Zrtva mu je ovaj put bila Eddowes, koju je ubio i rasporio, pa postom poslao komadi bubrega. Zacudo, strazar koji se nalazio samo nekojiko metara dalje nije cuo cuo nista. Sigurno je bio neki matori, gluhi, sto je zaspo na strazi. Tko zna kako, no te uzurbane subotnje veceri u slamu u kojem je vrvjelo od ljudi, i po kojem su miljele horde dodatnih policajaca i vigilanata spremnih da ga scepaju, taj je vjerojatno sav zakrvavljeni ubojica opet uspio pobjeci. Toliko o ucinkovitosti policije.

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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!

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I will wait in this place where the sun never shines,
Wait in this place where shadows run from themselves.


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"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!"


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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


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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


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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.


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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…

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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
...

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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


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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


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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!


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"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]


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"Through twilight, darkness and moonrise
My scarlet tears will run
As stolen blood and whispered love
Of fantasies undone"

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"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

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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


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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