volim citirati televiziju kad je apsurdna.
s temperaturom 39 sa šest možeš izdržati rtl u potencijalno letalnoj dozi od 4 sata. od magnuma do rebe, gazeći preko blokova reklama. priznam da sam gledala i eksploziv, i jedan kunolovac jer mi je vijugama neobično godilo ono alarmantno zavijanje koje čini se da dopire iz začarane gljive. logika: ako te boli glava, samo se jako uštipni za bradavicu pa ćeš pobijediti tu bol.
posljednja sramotna činjenica: rory gilmore makes me want to be a better woman.
nedostaje mi književnost i lijepo izražavanje. pjesnik antonio gamoneda. nužno zlo prijevoda:
I am naked in front of still water. I left my clothes in the silence of the final branches.
This was destiny:
to reach the edge and fear the quietness of the water
*
There’s a wall in front of my eyes.
In the thick air, there are invisible signs,
weeds whose threads penetrate the heart full of shadow,
lichen in the residue of love.
Incest and light. Consider the lens that comes before piety, consider the waters:
if I were able to cross nonexistence fountains of compassion would have opened
and there would be blind men whose big hands worked sweetly,
but cowardice is beautiful in my mother’s hair and on this wall silence is written.
Crying with a clear mind, concave truths:
“life values nothing / nothing values life.”
Remember this song before looking in my eyes;
look at my eyes the instant it snows.
moram pisat diplomski i otići u zagreb po slike koje me čekaju u trgovini još od doba kad sam bila zdrava i nisam bolovala od lupusa, paranoje, mentalne rastrojenosti i karcinoma nekoliko sustava. jer sam trenutno udaljena i nepostojeća, blesav osjećaj ali navikneš se. ono što navija mahnit tempo življenja je znanje da je potreban jedan događaj koji nas može trajno odstraniti, možemo otpasti kao bradavica (ili lažni madež kao što je bilo u dadilji, a dewey kad je skočio na stol i jeo pečenku da zaštiti psa.. ok ovo je digresija, ali morala sam spomenut:) s pulsirajućeg organizma i neko vrijeme ćemo falit, ali onda to prođe. no ponosan si jer si životom dotaknuo nešto što si pročitao u visokoj književnosti.
Can it be that one day (off it goes), that one day I simply stayed in (in where?) instead of going out, in the old way, out to spend day and night as far away as possible? (It wasn't far.) Perhaps that is how it began. You think you are simply resting (the better to act when the time comes, or for no reason) and you soon find yourself powerless ever to do anything again.
(beckett, unnamable)
ali nije tako loše, jučer je bio dokumentarac o rocku sedamdesetih - pink floyd, velveti, genesis, bowie i roxy music :D
Post je objavljen 14.01.2009. u 11:24 sati.