srijeda, 15.02.2006.

Poručnik Blueberrry


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Blueberry nije jedini junak koji u povijest stripa ulazi na mala vrata. Slično kao što se jedan pustolovni sanjar po imenu Corto Maltese pobunio protiv sudbine da ostane samo jedan od likova u priči “Balada o slanom moru” i postao glavni junak uspješne serije, tako se i poručnik Mike Steve Donovan, zvani Blueberry, kockar, zenskaroš i buntovnik, u galeriji likova prisutnih u klasičnoj western prici pod naslovom “Fort Navajo” odmah ističe kao budući protagonist jedne od najvažnijih i najinovativnijih western serija u povijesti stripa.

“Fort Navajo” izlazi 1963. godine u strip magazinu “Pilote” kao autokonkluzivna priča koja će tek kasnije postati prva epizoda sage o Poručniku Blueberryu. Tekstopisac je tada vec poznati Jean-Michel Charlier, koji iza sebe ima već niz uspjesnih serijala. Za crteže daje se prilika mladom, talentovanom šegrtu poznatog Jijéa, Jeanu Giraudu, koji će se narednih godina proslaviti i pod pseudonimom Moebius. Za fizionomiju i prvobitni karakter lika, autori nalaze inspiraciju u francuskom glumcu Jean Paul Belmondou. Serijal ubrzo stice veliku popularnost i vizibilitet, zahvaljujući prije svega nevjerovatnom stilističkom usponu Giraudovih crteža, ali i Charlierovim inteligentnim, uzbudljivim i povijesno potkovanim tekstovima. Jean Giraud će u rad na “Avanturama poručnika Blueberrya” utkati dobar dio svojih iskustava: paralelna aktivnost na podrucju fantastike i znanstvene fantastike pod pseudonimom Moebius uticat će na vizionarnost crteža, ljubav prema filmu odrazit će se na inovacije samog jezika stripa, a putovanja u Mexico dat će Blueberryevom svijetu sjajnu naturalisticku podlogu. “Njegov crtež razmišlja”, riječi su kojima Charlier definira Giraudov stil. S druge strane, Jean-Michel Charlier će vrlo brzo uvidjeti opasnost od fosiliziranja koja, prije ili kasnije, prijeti svakom junaku inspiriranom klasičnim western-stilemima. Blueberry tako izrasta u autoironičnog anti-heroja koji griješi, gubi, sumnja, buni se. Na ovim aspektima njegove ličnosti će jos više insistirati Jean Giraud u posljednjim epizodama serije koje, nakon smrti Charliera, sam piše.

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Odmicanje Giraudovog crteža od Jijéove lekcije i Charlieovo napuštanje klasicnih modela, u ranoj fazi serijala, kulminirat će u desetoj epizodi, “General Žuta Glava” (kod nas prevedena kao “Suludi general”). Poručnik Mike Blueberry se ovdje po prvi put otvoreno suprotstavlja nepravednim naredjenjima i ulazi u sukob sa nadredjenima, u pokušaju da spriječi pokolj nad indijancima. Dolazi do izražaja njegova netrpeljivost ka nametnutim mišljenjima i status “outsidera” u krutom vojnickom režimu. Crtež se obogaćuje, masovne scene su gotovo filmski izrežirane a snijegom prekriveni pejzaž ukazuje na Giraudovo već tada zavidno majstorstvo. Od ovog momenta, svaka sljedeća epizoda donosi bitne novosti. “Njemčev rudnik” i “Fantom sa zlatnim metcima” (kod nas “Zlatna planina” i “Planina duhova”) su klaustofobične, napete priče pomalo horror atmosfere. Table se pune gusto išrafiranim, intenzivnim krupnim planovima, izrazi lica, ogoljeni ambijenti i mračne scene su nevjerovatno efikasno prikazani. Sljedeča epizoda, “Chihuahua Pearl”, označava početak duge, kontinuirane sage koja će potvrditi Charlierovo umijeće u organiziranju vrlo kompleksne priče, pune intriga, spletki i dobro okarakterisanih likova, medju kojima se nalaze i neke stvarne ličnosti. “Chihuahua Pearl”, kao i sljedeće “Covjek vrijedan 500.000 dolara”, “Balada o kovčegu”, “Odmetnik”, “Andjeosko lice”, “Slomljeni nos” (kod nas “Povratak Blueberrya”), “Dugo putovanje”, “Fantomsko pleme”, “Posljednja karta”, “Kraj puta” i “Arizona love” su povezane pričom o zavjeri protiv predsjednika Granta, u koju Blueberry, sticajem okolnosti, biva upetljan. U ovim epizodama, Mike Blueberry definitivno izrasta u zaokruženog junaka. Njegove reakcije na zbivanja koja riskiraju da ga pregaze su vrlo ljudske, u nekim momentima dirljive. Uprkos gotovo beznadežnim situacijama u koje upada, ne klone duhom, ali isto tako ne istjeruje nikakvu opću pravdu, nego u prvom redu pokusava jednostavno dokazati svoju nevinost. Razradjuje se i njegov odnos sa Mac Clureom i Red Neckom, ko-protagonistima efektno okarakterisanim kroz sitne slabosti ali koje veže veliko prijateljstvo sa Blueberryem.

Treba reći, ipak, da su i razrada likova i historijska pozadina u prvom redu funkcionalni samom zapletu. Charliera, kao eksponenta “starije” škole scenarista, zanima prije svega priča, stoga njegova prva preokupacija ostaje održavanje interesa i napetosti kod čitatelja. U tome je, na nivou tekstova, i najveca razlika izmedju Blueberrya i druga dva velika evropska western stripa, Tex Willera i Ken Parkera. Tex Willer se, nakon desetina hiljada tabloa, održava na “standardnim” situacijama i ostaje interesantan publici baš zbog gotovo “muzičkih” ponavljanja (prepiranje Texa i Kita, život u Navajo logoru, rečenice tipa “odrezak debeo dva prsta i brdo krumpirića”) koje čitatelj voli i očekuje u svakoj epizodi i zbog kojih doživljava junaka kao neku vrstu starog prijatelja. (Slično se desava i sa mnogim drugim junacima masovne kulture. Jedan od primjera je poručnik Colombo, koji neprestano spominje svoju ženu, nikad nema pri ruci olovku i na kraju svake epizode obraća se krivcu recenicom “Ah da, jos nešto”.) Autori Ken Parkera, sa druge strane, koriste western žanr tek kao povod za razradu liričnih priča, istraživanje odnosa izmedju izvanredno dobro okarakterisanih likova i metanarativna razmisljanja. Charlierov pristup zavisi u mnogome i od izdavačke prakse u Francuskoj, gdje čitatelj čeka i po godinu dana na novu epizodu serijala i stoga se mora “držati na iglama”, ali ostaje specifičan slucaj i medju svojim zemljacima, posebno onim iz mladje generacije.

Saga o zavjeri protiv Granta, sa grafičke strane, potvrdjuje da je Giraud po mnogo čemu umjetnik bez premca. On se ovdje nameće ne samo kao model western crtačima, nego i kao jedan od naj imitiranijih crtaca francusko-belgijske scene, rame uz rame sa Hergéom i Franquinom. Stilističke vrhunce dostiže, po mom mišljenju, u epizodama “Slomljeni nos” i “Fantomsko pleme”. “Slomljeni nos” izlazi nakon pauze od pet godina, koju Giraud uzima da bi se posvetio radu na filmu i albumima koji izlaze pod pseudonimom Moebius. Uticaj tih radova se odrazava na nevjerovatnoj vizionarskoj snazi crteža u ovoj epizodi i pročišćenoj, elegantoj i sigurnoj liniji. U “Fantomskom plemenu” Giraud dokazuje nedostizno umijeće u prikazivanju atmosferskih prilika i pejzaža. Vjetar i magla se oslobadjaju do tad tipične stripovske stilizacije, a kadrovi u kojima je prikazan pejzaž dobivaju neviđenu dubinu. Sljedeću sagu pise sam Giraud, bazirajući se na zabilješkama koje Charlier, nakon smrti, ostavlja iza sebe. U epizodama “Mister Blueberry”, “Sjenke nad Tombstoneom”, “Geronimo Apache” i još neobjavljenom albumu “Obračun kod OK Korala” (koji bi trebao izaci u septembru ove godine i biti zavrsna epizoda serije) nalazimo novog Blueberrya, novu ideju priče, nove likove i novu atmosferu. Radnja se odvija na dva vremenska nivoa: s jedne strane, legendarni gradić Tombstone služi kao okvir u kojem se susreću stvarni likovi Wyatt Earp, Doc Hollyday i Geronimo, dok s druge strane Blueberry, teško ranjen, u postelji pripovjeda svoje doživljaje iz građanskog rata i svoj prvi susret s Geronimom novinaru koji zeli napisati članak o njemu. Po misljenju mnogih, u ovoj sagi Giraud pokazuje da po pitanju tekstova nije na nivou Charliera, a i crtački ne dostize nivo koji je pokazao u prethodnim epizodama. Ipak, publika ostaje privržena liku i komercijalni uspjeh je zavidan. Blueberry je protagonist i dviju paralelnih serija “Blueberry u gradjanskom ratu” i “Marshall Blueberry” na kojima, osim Charliera i Girauda, rade i drugi poznati autori western stripa kao što Corteggiani, Wilson, Roume i Blanc-Dumont. Ovi serijali su interesantni jer pokazuju i drugačije poglede na lika, ali po mišljenju “ortodoksnih Charlier-Giraudovaca” kao što je potpisnik ovih redova, ne idu dalje od pukih komercijalnih pretenzija i dobre zabave (iako mladi Rouge dokazuje da je asimilirao Giraudovu lekciju o ritmu).

Za kraj, jedna dobra vijest iz svijeta sedme umjetnosti. Film o Blueberryu je vec u poodmakloj fazi produkcije, za protagonistu je izabran Vincent Cassel, a strip-epizoda koja je poslužila kao predložak je, po svoj prilici, “Fantom sa zlatnim metcima”. Nadajmo se najboljem!

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petak, 10.02.2006.

Ken Parker


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Kad su 1974. crtač Ivo Milazzo i scenarist Giancarlo Berardi donijeli Sergio Bonelliju na stol prvu epizodu Ken Parkera nisu ni sanjali koliki će trag njihov junak ostaviti u povijesti talijanskog i svjetskog stripa. Ali, nije sve išlo tako lako. Berardi i Milazzo su bili nerazdvojni prijatelji i kolege sa fakulteta gdje ih je spojila ljubav prema stripu i kako Ivo jednostavno kaže: "...vidio sam da Giancarlo obožava pisati, ja sam obožavao crtati i tako smo odlučili pokušati napraviti nešto zajedno ..." Poslije par godina odvojenog rada za razne francuske, engleske i američke izdavačke kuće na raznoraznim likovima, autori su odlučili okušati sreću na domaćem tlu zajedničkim snagama. U to vrijeme autori nisu mislili raditi Western seriju smatrajući da je u klasičnom westernu već sve rečeno, ali na narudžbu magazina Giornalino napravili su skicu jedne western priče, koju su nesretnici odbili ( i vjerojatno godinama poslije čupali kosu zbog toga), a da bi je Bonelli objeručke prihvatio. Prvobitno je bilo zamišljeno da to bude "standalone" priča koja bi izašla u sklopu edicije "Collana Rodeo". Međutim, upravo u to vrijeme se pojavio slavni western film redatelja Sidneya Pollacka - "Jeremiah Johnson" ili kako je preveden u Italiji "Corvo Rosso non avrai il mio scalpo" ("Crveni Gavran neće uzeti moj skalp") koji ih je obojicu oduševio tako da su prepravili originalni scenarij ponuđen Bonelliju i kreirali lik koji neodoljivo podsjeća na slavnog Roberta Redforda iz filma, lik western heroja koji neće biti klasičan revolveraš nego lovac i vodič koji se oružjem služi samo u samoodbrani. Nakon što je vidio tri četvrtine prvog broja Bonelli je oduševljeno zatražio nove nastavke prepoznajući potencijal u onome što je vidio i imajući na umu otvaranje nove serije. Međutim zahtijevao je da redizajniraju lik tako da bude bez brade (Milazzo je u jednom intervjuu duhovito primjetio : "...Zašto? Zato što u Italiji nijedan bradati junak nije postigao nikakv uspjeh!...") i da promijene ime Jebediah Baker koje je Berardi bio odabrao. Rečeno - učinjeno. U drugoj epizodi Ken je, kao što znamo otišao kod brijača (i postao Robert Redford:-) ), a ime je promijenjeno tako da se Milazzu svidjelo ime Ken, a Berardi je odabrao Parker po svojoj omiljenoj kemijskoj olovci:-). I tako je 3 godine nakon nastanka prvog broja, 1977. objavljen prvi broj Ken Parkera nazvan "Lungo Fucile" (Duga puška), a sve poslije toga je povijest...

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I tako, iz broja u broj, oduševljenje i odobravanje je raslo kako kod publike tako i kod kritike koja je otvoreno prihvatila našeg junaka. To ne bi bilo toliko čudno da Ken nije toliko odskakao od ostalih strip junaka svog vremena. Naime, temeljno pravilo svih popularnih serija je bezvremenost glavnog junaka koji nikad nije stario i čije ste pustolovine mogli čitati bilo koji redom da ne zapazite neku razliku, glavni junak je prolazio kroz tisuće pustolovina neokrznut, uvijek postojan i nepromijenjen, dok se kod Kena osjećalo da junak kroz priče stari, da stiče iskustvo, da se mijenja, da prolazi kroz unutarnje borbe i sukobe sa samim sobom. Ken je osvojio čitatelje svojom nesposobnošću da bude junak i profesionalni avanturist, sličnošću sa "normalnim čovjekom", sposobnošću da pogriješi i mudrošću da svoju grešku i prizna, ironijom i samokritikom, unutarnjim borbama, refleksijama i sumnjama i ostalim ljudskim vrlinama kao što su velikodušnost, dobrota, prijateljstvo, odanost, altruizam, hrabrost,idealizam, optimizam i samostalnost. Ken je unio pravu revoluciju u talijanski strip bogatstvom brojnih obrata, genijalnim načinima kreiranja komičnog, ali i suspensa, posebim narativnim stilom, "jezikom slika" bi ga gotovo mogli nazvati, gdje prestaje potreba za didaskalijama i balončičima sa tekstom, ingenioznim Milazzovim kadriranjem, filmskim raskursima, lepršavim, slobodnim stilom crtanja punim mašte i gotovo dječačke igre svjetla i sjene u kojoj se malo toga jasno vidi ali je ipak intuitivno čitatelju sve jasno, te prekrasnim naslovnicama rađenim u akvarelu koje su se protezale i na zadnju naslovnicu što je bila velika novost u ono vrijeme.
Stoga nije ni čudo što je spomenuti dvojac osvojio srca ljubitelja stripa širom svijeta i osvojio nebrojene strip nagrade za svoj rad na Ken Parkeru.

Kroz Kenove avanutra upoznajemo čitavu lepezu likova među kojima ćemo istaknuti trapera Dashiella, sipatičnu djevojčicu Pat O'Shane, eskima Nanuka, kuju Lily, Tecumseh, pripadnicom indijanskog plemena Hunkpapa i udovicom koja je prilikom napada američke vojske ubijena, a koju je Ken oženio i usput dobio nadimak Chemako ili "Onaj koji se ne sjeća". Theba(njegovo novo ime je Teddy), Tecumsehin sin rođen u njezinom prijašnjem braku koji sada živi u Bostonu, Lady Barbara Huntington Scott koja mu je otkrila radost čitanja i posudila prve knjige i još mnogi mnogi drugi lovci, indijanci, traperi i ostali koje ovdje nismo nabrojili. U sagi o Kenu se pojavljuju i neki stvarni likovi poput generala Custera, Buffalo Billa, te novinara i pisaca Ambrosea Biercea i Neda Buntlinea koji su odigrali veliku ulogu u razvoju Kena kao lika potaknuvši ga da krene pričati i pisati priče...
Također, za razliku od ostalih strip junaka, Ken nema arhetipskog neprijatelja koji se kontinuirano pojavljuje kroz cijelu sagu...Neprijatelj koji se najdrže zadržao bio je Donald "Lucky" Welsh, plaćeni ubojica i revolveraš kojeg je Ken gonio kroz prvih par brojeva, a nakon toga Ken se bori protiv nasilja ljudi nad ljudima, pohlepe, neznanja, iskorištavanja, rasizma i netrpeljivosti i ostalih zala modernog društva.

Kenove avanture počinju 29.12.1868 i idu strogim kronološkim redom, i u njima pratimo Kena u njegovim lutanjima po Sjevernoj Americi. Upravo kruta pravila kronologije su stvarala ogromne probleme autorima jer je mjesečni ritam izlaženja morao biti poštovan ali ako neka epizoda nije bila gotovo nije se moglo objaviti neku drugu umjesto nje jer tada ne bi bila ispoštovana kronologija. Tako je nakon nekog vremena Ken počeo kasniti, prvo sa brojem 12. "Balada o Pet O'Šejn", pa poslije i sa ostalim, tako da je od 59 brojeva 20 izašlo sa zakašnjenjem a vrhunac je bio kad je broj 58. "Štrajk" kasnio 6 mjeseci! Konačno, s 59. brojem , 1984. završava originalna serija i Ken napušta izdavačku kuću Sergio Bonelli editore i u skladu sa svojim lutalačkim karakterom kreće na dug put po raznoraznim kućama (Orient Express, Comic Art, Isola Trovata, Ken Parker Editore) da bi se na kraju opet vratio u SBE. Ukupno je objavljeno još 3 epizode koje se pribrajaju regularnoj seriji, dakle brojevi 60. Un principe per Norma, 61. Un alito di ghiaccio / Dove muoiono i titani i 62. Il respiro e il sogno (koji se smatra najboljom Kenovom epizodom), 13 epizoda objavljnih u Ken Parker Magazineu i 4 specijalna broja, od kojih zadnji, "Faccia di rame"(Bakreno lice) predstavlja još jedan kraj Kenovih pustolovina nakon kojeg su se Berardi i Milazzo razišli i nastavili sa odvojenim projektima (Berardi je kreirao kriminalističku seriju Julia koja izlazi za SBE, a Milazzo je uradio par epizoda za Magico Vento, Nick Raidera i Texone #13 "Sangue sul Colorado") za sada se ne zna da li će biti novih nastavaka Kenovih pustolovina. Međutim, pošto je Ken na kraju sage završio u zatvoru na Floridi nepravedno optužen za ubojstvo, za pretpostaviti je da će autori uslišiti želje još uvijek mnogobrojnih Kenovih fanova i prijatelja (Ken Parker je junak sa najvećim brojem Fan Clubova u Italiji!) i da neće ostaviti svog junaka u zatvoru nego da će mu pokloniti kraj kakav zaslužuje.
Do tada, so long Ken!

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nedjelja, 05.02.2006.

Usagi Yojimbo



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17. stoljeće, feudalni Japan. Vrijeme je nemira i promjena. Rane iz vremena krvavih civilnih ratova još nisu zacijelile a Tokugawa šogunat je upravo uspostavio vlast nad cijelim carstvom. Uspostavljanjem mira od strane šogunata samuraji kao ratnička klasa postaju suvišni. Veliki broj samuraja, nekada podvrženih kodeksu časti znanom kao Bushido sada se odaje razbojništvu dok drugi postaju tjelesni čuvari novonastaloj trgovačkoj klasi. Feudalnim Japanom 17og stoljeća luta i naš junak, samuraj bez gospodara odnosno ronin, Miyamoto Usagi, poznatiji kao Usagi Yojimbo (Usagi=Zec; Yojimbo=plaćeni tjelesni čuvar), sljedeći put bushida, put ratnika koji uči da su odanost i čast iznad svega ostalog.

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Iz dalekog 17. vratiti ćemo se u nama nešto bliže, 20. stoljeće, i to na sam početak 80-ih godina kada je Stan Sakai, Amerikanac japanskog porijekla, tada tek ponekima znan po unosu teksta u Groo the wanderer (Groo lutalica) Sergio Aragones-a poželio kreirati vlastiti lik po uzoru na samuraja iz 17. stoljeća, Miyamoto Musashi-a. 1981. godine Stan započinje rad na liku Miyamota koji je prvotno imao ljudski izgled, međutim dvije godine kasnije Miyamotu daje životinjski lik, lik zeca. 1984. godine Usagi napokon debitira kao strip u magazinu Albedo, zajedno sa Nilsonom, još jednim od Sakaijevih stripova u kojemu glavni likovi imaju životinjska naličja. U Americi crno-bijeli stripovi nisu bili prilično popularni među čitateljstvom, međutim sredinom 80ih godina strip Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Ninje kornjače) zadobio je ogromnu naklonost publike te tako otvorio put i drugim crno-bijelim stripovima među kojima i Usagiju. Ta pompa nije dugo trajala i preživjeli su samo najkvalitetniji stripovi, a među njima je, pogađate, bio i Usagi. 1985. godine, za vrijeme najveće popularnosti crno-bijelih stripova u Americi Stan je dobio ponudu od izdavača Fantagraphics Books koju nije mogao odbiti a koja se pokazala dobrim potezom jer nakon što je prvotno izlazio u strip magazinu Critters, 1987. godine dobio je i vlastitu seriju (mjesečnik tokom ljeta, a dvomjesečnik ostatak godine). Postavši hitom, kako to već biva Usagijev lik masovno se počeo iskorištavati u komercijalne svrhe te se tako sljedećih godina pojavljuje na crtiću, majicama, tanke sveščice ponovo bivaju objavljene u tzv. trade paperback izdanjima ali i u onim tvrdokoričnim, slijede posebna izdnja u koloru pa čak i igračke i kompjutorska igrica, a 1992. godine Usagi dobiva klona smještenog u svemirska prostranstva pod imenom Space Usagi u izdanju Mirage Publishing-a. Iste godine, popularnost crno-bijelih stripova najniža je posljednjih godina. Zabrinut da će izgubiti čitatelje Stan je odlučio crno-bijelog Usagija oživiti kolorom. Međutim kako Fantagraphics Books nije izdavač stripova u boji a Usagi je bio jedini tzv. “funny animal” strip koji su izdavali, završno sa brojem 38 Usagi prelazi u ruke novog izdavača, Mirage Publishing-a, gdje dobija novi izgled uz pomoć koloriranja od strane Tom Luth-a. Mirage Publishing također objavljuje i drugu seriju Space Usagija.

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U svemu tome Fantagraphics Books nije ostao kratkih rukava jer su i dalje u dogovoru sa Sakaijem izdavali trade paperback i tvrdokorična izdanja. No, sreća i dalje nije pratila hrabrog samuraja dugih ušiju, tako da je nakon samo 16 brojeva u izdanju Mirage Publishing-a svoj dom morao još jednom potražiti negdje drugdje. Taj novi dom pronalazi 1996. godine u izdavačkoj kući Dark Horse Comics gdje ponovo izlazi u svojoj izvornoj, crno-bijeloj verziji. Dark Horse započinje sa izdavanjem Space Usagi mini serijama sa po 3 sveščice, a zatim i 3 sveščice Usagi Yojimbo mini serijama. Međutim potražnja čitateljstva za Usagijem postaje sve veća tako da su serije proširene sa 3 na 5 knjižica po seriji. Objavljivanje jednom mjesečno knjižice sadrže 24 stranice priče i crteža Stana Sakai-a da bi napokon Dark Horse otvorio posebnu seriju za Usagija. Od pete serije pa do danas Usagi Yojimbo redovno biva objavljivan 9 puta na godinu od strane Dark Horse Comicsa.

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U već dvije decenije Usagijevog lutanja drevnim Japanom odnosno koliko naš dugouhi junak živi u stripu, Usagi susreće razne likove od kojih svakako valja spomenuti barem neke poput Gennosuke-a ili kraće Gen-a, čestog Usagijevog suputnuka koji nastoji zaraditi kad god mu se ukaže prilika. U “flashback“ pričama susrećemo Usagijevog sensei-a tj. učitelja Katsuichi-a. Tu je i Tomoe Ame, lukava i vješta ratnica, zasigurno najupečatljiviji predstavnik likova nježnijeg spola. Lepeza likova zaista je šarolika, osim već spomenutih susrećemo: Stray Dog, Kitsune, Zato-Ino, Lone Goat sa svojim sinom te mnoge, mnoge druge.

Usagi Yojimbo strip je koji je osvojio srca čitatelja širom svijeta a nije zaobišao niti našu zemlju. Čitatelji u Hrvatskoj sa Usagijem su se prvi puta susreli sredinom 90ih godina kada su objavljene dvije sveščice da bi od 2001. godine izdavač Bookglobe krenuo je sa izdavanjem američkih tradepaperback izdanja Usagija (nekoliko mjesečnih sveski uvezanih u jedan album) u luksuznom tvrdoukoričenom izdanju. Do sada je objavljeno 5 brojeva. Stripoljupci pažnja, radi se o nečemu što se ne bi smjelo propustiti!

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Pink Floyd

Astronomy domine

lime and limpid green,
a second scene,
A fight between the blue
you once know
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground
Jupiter and Saturn Oberon Mirand
And Titania Neptune Titan
Stars can frighten...

Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker
Blam pow pow
Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there...

Lime and limpid green
he sound surrounds the icy waters under
Lime and limpid green
The sound surrounds the icy waters
Underground

Written by Syd Barrett


Bike

Syd Barrett


I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

I know a room full of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.


See Emily Play

Syd Barrett

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play
Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for may
See Emily play


Echoes
Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Nick Mason



Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.

And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....


If

If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do
If I were asleep I could dream
If I were afraid I could hide
If I go insane
Please don't put your wires in my brain
If I were the moon I'd be cool
If I were a rule I would bend
If I were a good man
I'd understand the spaces between friends
If I were alone I would cry
And if I were with you I'd be home and dry
And if I go insane
Will you still let me join in with the game
If I were a swan I'd be gone
If I were a train I'd be late again
And if I were a good man
I'd talk with you more often than I do

Music:Waters


Summer '68

Would you like to say something before you leave
Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
We say goodbye before we've said hello
I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year
And I would like to know how do you feel
How do you feel
Not a single word was said, the night still hid our fears
Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need
I felt the cold far too soon in a room of ninety-five
My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
Have you time before you leave to greet another man
Just you let me know how do you feel
How do you feel
Goodbye to you ...
Charlotte Pringle's due
I've had enough for one day

Music:Wright


Arnold Layne

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine

On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby blue
He dug it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne

Now he's caught
A nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang, chain gang
He hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
Takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?

Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne don't do it again


Remember A Day

Remember a day before today
A day when you were young
Free to play along with time
Evening never comes

Sing a song that can't be sung
Without the morning's kiss
Dream you shall be it if you wish
Look for your king

Why can't we play today?
Why can't we stay that way?

Climb your favourite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away

Why can't we reach the sun?
Why can't we blow the years away?
Blow away
Blow away
Remember
Remember


Breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave


Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

Music: Waters


Eclipse

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon


Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out
of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right
without thinking
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder and harder and
harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows
and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to
need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off
this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
how can I find my own way out of this maze?
Deaf dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real
friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead by the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone


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Another Brick In The Wall, Part I

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was just bricks in the wall

Another Brick In The Wall, Part II

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey teacher, leave the kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Another Brick in the Wall, Part III

I don't need no walls around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need any thing at all
No, don't think I need anything at all
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall


Goobye Blue Sky

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye
Goodbye


Goodbye Cruel World

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to all you people There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye


Hey You

Hey you! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me
Hey you! standing in the aisles,
With itchy feet and fading smiles,
Can you feel me
Hey you! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you! out there on your own
Sitting naked by the 'phone
Would you touch me
Hey you! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey you! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me
Hey you! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me
Hey you! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Music: Waters


Is There Anybody Out There?

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?


Nobody Home

I got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohill boots
But I got fading roots


Outside The Wall

All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad ber's wall



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The Doors


The end

This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end


Whiskey Bar (Albama song)

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say good-bye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why


Twentieth Century Fox

Well, she's fashionably lean
And she's fashionably late
She'll never rank a scene
She'll never break a date
But she's no drag
Just watch the way she walks

She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox

No tears, no fears
No ruined years
No clocks
She's a twentieth century fox

She's the queen of cool
And she's the lady who waits
Since her mind left school
It never hesitates
She won't waste time
On elementary talk

'Cause she's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox

Got the world locked up
Inside a plastic box
She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox


Break On Through (To The Other Side)

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She gets, she gets
She gets, she gets

I found an island in your arms
A country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lied
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Made the scene from week to week
Day to day, hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, break on through
Break on through, break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, . . .


Roadhouse Blues

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
Gonna have a real
Good time

Yeah, in back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, in back of the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Yeah, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long


You Make Me Real

I really want you, really do.
Really need you baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistake and misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
I really want you, really do.
Really need you baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do?

You make me real.
Only you, baby have that appeal.

So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Roll now, baby, roll
Well, roll now, baby, roll
You gotta roll now, baby, roll
Roll now, honey, roll
You gotta roll now, baby, roll
Make me free
You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistake and misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
Make me free, You make me free.


Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm