Naravno da nije.
U jutarnjem magnovenju, na dan kada sam sve do sada zarađene, ali ne i naplaćene fuševe bacila u vjetar (čitaj: državni proračun) zbog svog niskofrekventnog mozga i nedavno ustanovljene dioptrije (cvilje još uvijek ne nosim za po doma), sjetih se svojih misli o Čiku, Susan B. i novokloniranom svjetlećem psu, u kojeg je ugrađen gen fluorescentne morske amebe, vlasulje, čega li već...
Eh, Čiko. U filmu je rekao da se u jednom trenutku odlučio boriti za slabe i bespomoćne. Pomoći onima koji ne mogu sami. A Glavaš veli da je avanturist. Biti na svijetu avanturist ili turist... rasporediti se po vrsti i razini rizika ili zvjezdica.
I dok je tako jedna zvijezda ugasla, rodila se nova. Gotovo sinhrono. Prvo me rastužuje, drugo veseli. Ipak je riječ o avanturistu i turistkinji, dvjema krajnostima koje često volimo ignorirati. Dolje oružje, gore pjesma, a sve to začinit će svjetleći pas. Pa tako više, ako nas još bude kao prirodnih križanaca, nećemo morati uopće brinuti za energetsku učinkovitost i održivost. Moći ćemo u sve, u sebe i oko sebe ugraditi svjetlo. I tako u konačnici ukinuti mrak. "Dušo, daj se zgasi", će konačno postati vidljiva i dokaziva istina.
A iz pozadine se čuje "Susan takes you down to her place near the river..."
Zavodljiva sirena, "Pjevaj kad ti ide loše...." Tko zna koliko duša će iznjedriti ova recesija, onih kojima je bilo loše, ali zapravo i nije, gospel, karma, kritična masa....
A kao kratak rez, pojavljuje se V. Gruden, koji iznimno ozbiljnim izrazom lica, gotovo kao da je zatrubio anđeo na sudnji dan, pred kamerom izjavljuje da je u današnje vrijeme izuzetno važno održati humor.
Kad već ne možeš držati psa. I to svjetlećeg. Zamislite samo ulicu punu napuštenih pasa i mačaka koji svijetle u mraku....
"....You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover.
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
-- Leonard Cohen...
Zamislite samo Susan B. kako vodi Čika do rijeke... neke tamo slavonske...
Post je objavljen 29.04.2009. u 01:16 sati.