subota, 24.03.2007.
u mraku ostajem
slobodan ponovo,
od stisane melankolije,
otrgnuta latica
od cvijeta samoce,
poput andjela sklapa oci,
brzo zaboravljajuci ime moje
ime zaboravljeno,
u prolaznoj vjecnosti,
zarobljen u miru,
ponovo,
bez zadnje zelje,
progutan,
odustajem...
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vristim i zavijam tiho u noci,
grlo me boli od zavijanja,
stranice se okrecu,
prica se nastavlja,
samnom ili bez mene...
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Simon and Garfunkel - I Am A Rock
A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
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kao stakor u labirintu zavrsavam...
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neocekivani dodatak
"Rukavicu i Rusalka baca,
pa sve vas izaziva: Nek' podigne je, tko se usudi!"
na vasu zalost, usudio sam se...
val
vjetar
jedro
pjena
sjena
izgubljen u valu uplakanom,
spavam sam u varci tisine,
dok mi kosu divlju vjetar lagano nosi,
prema hladnom jugu,
gdje kamen od srca moga,
bespomocno lezi...
jedro tesko za moje jadne ruke,
uzdignut moram,
da hitro iz nistavila,
prema kamenju pribjegnem,
od koje more udarajuci stvara pjenu,
na koje moje srce u tisini baca sjenu...
Jelenin zadatak:
konji
sunce
tvrdjava
mozaik
telo
Gorostasna tvrdjava se izdigla oko njega,
Poput hrasta s vremenom tiho je rasla,
pruzala hlad konjima umornim od bjezanja,
bivala zaboravljena u uzarenoj noci,
izrezbarenim simbolima na kamenu grubom,
na njezinom telu, cigli osusenoj,
i poput isprepletenog mozaika
je krasnu pricu pricala,
o njegovom licu,
cistom i neokajanom,
licu vrijednom ovih vijecnih oziljaka
koje sunce povremeno,
svojim mrzlim plamenom,
toplim nadolazecim jutrima
u slatkoj tisini obasjava...
rukavicu prasnjavu, istrosenu i staru bacam cak i ja, ostavljajuci pet malih rijeci, ako zelite podignite ju...
devoran
silueta
dezertacija
orgija
koža
24.03.2007. u 00:58 •
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sam, u tisini...
2,21,16
ako sam ostavio komentar na vasem blogu nemorate ostavljati uzvrat, jer mi to stvarno nije vazno.
Slike brata Jottuna na na myspace-u(?)
muzika brata Jottuna na myspace-u(?)
‘Insanity in individuals is something rare; but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.’ — Nietzsche
El pueblo se alza como un vendaval
camina sin miedo contra el capital
Comunismo Libertario, Revolución Social.
Be Drunk
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be
drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of
a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again,
drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave,
the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything
that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is
singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and
wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you:"It is time to be
drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be
continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
Charles Baudelaire
cg
"And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home? "
pink floyd
peace day
If you like "detaču"
ovaj blog nepostoji...
Piotr Ilytch Tchaikovsky was he the tortured soul
who poured out his immortal longings in to dignified
passages of stately music
or was he just an old poof who wrote tunes?
>>>>Monty Python
"Four legs good, Two legs bad."
George Orwell
"Religion began when the first scoundrel meet the first fool..."
Voltaire
"I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick -- not wounded -- dead."
Woody Allen
"One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all"
--- White Rabbit
mrzite me u tisini diabolis@net.hr
Alone
[Poem by Edgar Allan Poe]
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Blog.hr
Anathema - J'ai Fait Une Promesse
La voie, le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
La voie le saule s'incline dessus du ruisseau,
Comme une personne qui se descend criant pour l'amant.
Me rapelle d'automne précedente, en révérence,
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé ŕ vous
Je m'ai engagé, je m'ai engagé, I plegded myself to you.
Theme song from M*A*S*H
Suicide is Painless
Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
that suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
so this is all I have to say.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I'm beat
and to another give my seat
for that's the only painless feat.
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
I try to find a way to make
all our little joys relate
without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it's too late, and...
A brave man once requested me
to answer questions that are key
is it to be or not to be
and I replied 'oh why ask me?'
'Cause suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please.
...and you can do the same thing if you please.
