RANT
verb: to speak or shout in a loud, uncontrolled or angry way, often saying confused or foolish things.
noun: a long, angry and confused speech Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictonary
INVECTIVE
noun: criticism that is very forceful, unkind and often rude Cambridge Advanced Learner's Dictionary
DIATRIBE
(Greek 'rubbing through')
It now has the more or less exclusive meaning of a rather violent attack on a person or work, couched in vitriolic language. The Penguin dictionary of Literary Terms and Literary Theory, 4th edition, J. A. Cuddon, Penguin books, 1999
Sjećate se onog - ajmo svi na svijetu skakat u isto vrijeme or some such?
Well, to mi je bilo dosadno.
ALI -- this one sounds like fun...
Udruga Global O poziva općesvjetsko pučanstvo da proslavi solsticij (suncostaj, nije li?) na neobičan način - orgazmom.
Želite li se priključiti, vrijeme je sutra, 22. prosinca, u 07:00.
Pa kažu:
WHERE? Everywhere in the world, but especially in countries with weapons of mass destruction and places where violence is used in place of mediation.
WHY? To effect positive change in the energy field of the Earth through input of the largest possible instantaneous surge of human biological, mental and spiritual energy.
Writing is largely not considered work. Art in general is not considered work. Work is a thing you physically labor at, or at the very least, hate. Art is fun. (And Hollywood writers are overpaid, scarf-wearing dainties.) It’s an easy argument to make. And a hard one to dispute.
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Writing is enjoyable and ephemeral. And it’s hard work.
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(...) the ACT of writing is hard. When Buffy was flowing at its flowingest, David Greenwalt used to turn to me at some point during every torturous story-breaking session and say “Why is it still hard? When do we just get to be good at it?” I’ll only bore you with one theory: because every good story needs to be completely personal (so there are no guidelines) and completely universal (so it’s all been done). It’s just never simple.
Ispušni ventil, moj
Jarci, kažu, ujutro mrze sebe, a popodne cijeli svijet. Zmajevi, pak, rigaju vatru. I Jarčica i Zmajica, ponekad se, eto, naljutim. Krene logično, pravo jarčevski, a ubrzo odleti, poput zmaja, bez obzira na eventualnu gravitaciju argumenata koji letenje ni u teoriji ne dopuštaju. I zato sam ovdje: da mogu rantati preko svake mjere kad me pamet napusti, a vatra ispuni.