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snezana mihajlovic RSS / 24.08.2008. u 09:51

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 Nešto što liči na binu i redovi nepreglednih, bledih  lica. Uredno su ispeglani.

 

 - Ja...
   (kroz masu se prolama aplauz, koji traje)

 Ja ne može da dodje do reči, ali se i dalje trudi.
   (aplauz još uvek traje)

 Ja, u pokušaju da ih nadjača, malko otpljunu i zacrveni  se u licu.Počinje iz početka, ali se čuje samo

 Ja...
   (aplauz traje još žešće)

 Publika iz drugog reda se probija napred. Ovi, sad iz  zadnjeg trapa, negoduju. Ja ih vidi, ali nije siguran šta  se dešava. Otvara usta i nešto viče. Prvi i drugi red su  u  delirijumu i na trenutak prestaju da se svadjaju oko  pozicija. Jer,

   (novi talas aplauza ih sve prekida, treći red se      opasno primiče i ne prestaje da aplaudira)

 Ja, ozarenog lica zatvara usta i uživa u pogledu neko  vreme. Ne zaboravlja da se zahvali dubokim  naklonom.Iz džepa vadi žvaku i stavlja je u usta.Shvata  da bi ruke trebalo da stavi u džepove.

 

Iz mase se probija jedna ruka i na pozornicu baca nešto. Tresak, a onda tišina.

Izmešani redovi ćute. Ja prestaje da duva balon. Svi gledaju u pravcu ruke. Masa se lagano razdvaja i on počinje da govori u svom brisanom prostoru. Iščekivanje...

- Ja...

(kao stidljivo, aplauz se promalja od nekud. Prvi Ja maše rukama . Niko ga ne vidi. Sada već viče, ali ga niko ne čuje. Pokušava da se probije kroz nekadašnji drugi-prvi red, ali se zaglavljuje na početku. Ovi oko-starog-Ja nešto negoduju, ali su isuviše daleko od nove publike novog Ja.)

BrandnewJa nešto govori. Ovi okolo se pogledaše, a onda počinju da aplaudiraju. Novi Ja je zbunjen, osmehuje se. Ponovo diže ruku i maše im. Otvara usta da nešto kaže, ali ga gromoglasni aplauz prekida.

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 Neko pritiska dugme i zavesa se spušta.

 Aplauz ne prestaje.

 Ne zna se da l' je na dugme.

 Publika ustaje i oduševljeno pozdravlja klepetom stisnutih dlanova.  Čini mi se da su svi ispeglani.

 

 

 

 Iz mase se promalja jedna ruka...

 

 

 Šta sam ono htela da kažem...

 

OUT IN THE OPEN

 

We walk stealthily like mad wolves.
Blood trickles down from the livid jaws, grinning,
Threatening to devour.
Majestic, our limbs flutter; float around like a fire

Fear...

Somewhere in the black night the hauling call hides
the shadows of the moment.
Molten, mingled, elegant like martyrs
We stagger, stoop and seize simultaneously.

Like a king on a forgotten throne,
Like a fairy in a forsaken land,
Like a sinner in a temple of virtue,
Like a saint pierced with a spear.
The crevice in our chests opens a black, timeless hole.

There is only one way, for the immortals.
Go deeper into the flesh!!!
No amends, no reproach, just oblivion.
The bliss of the blame helps...
The lingering hope lies above,

Underneath the illusions of an arrested decency
We mope around in a convenient asylum
respectably.
Disillusioned, disheartened, enchanted by a heinous piper

- It's not over till the fat ladies sing, he says.
There is only one way out - The way in.

 

Radni naslov je mogao i da bude „Shopping & Fucking", ali ne zato što je to drama koja se pamti po naslovu, kaonpr: Shopping & ono što svi rade,

Ili

samo Shopping & gerund,
ili Shopping & značajna interpunkcija koja vernog posetioca može navesti da je reč o,

na primer nečemu jako važnom.

Ne.

Ja bih o Geriju, čije je vapaje (ako se dugogodišnje silovanje može skrckati u jednu reč) neko konačno čuo i duboko-smisaono-i-značajno/terapeutski pretvorio u mater-of-fact pitanje:

'Da li koristiš kondom?'


To je, otprilike kao momenat kada Džimi, osvrćući se u besu, kaže:
'Let's pretend that we're human beings and that we're actually alive.'

Znam, većina vas koji ste se, uprkos blablatrućkanju (i to podužem) drznuli da nastavite da čitate dovde (ne zameram, ni ja ovo ne bih čitala), već zatvara stranu bloga koji je u stvari trebalo da bude o Šekspiru.

 

„I understand it's full of foul language - Shakespeare didn't need it, did he?", rekao je ministar obrazovanja, povodom značajne interpunkcije.


I ruka se pomalja kroz masu...

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"....why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- 


iful than these heroic happy dead


who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter


they did not stop to think they died instead


then shall the voice of liberty be mute?"

 

HE SPOKE. AND DRANK RAPIDLY A GLASS OF WATER.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________ 

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HAMLET-ACTOR

I am not Hamlet. I play no role anymore. My words have nothing more to say to me. My thoughts suck the blood of images. My drama is cancelled. Behind me the scenery is being taken down. By people who are not interested in my drama, for people, to whom it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to me either. I'm not playing along anymore. Stagehands install, unknown to Hamlet-actor, a refrigerator and three TV sets. Humming of the refrigerator. Three programs without sound. The scenery is a monument. It portrays a man who made history, a hundred times life-size. The petrification of a hope. His name in interchangeable. The hope has not been fulfilled. The monument lies on the ground, razed three years after the state funeral of the Hated and Honored One by those who now rule us. And the stone is inhabited. In the spacious nose and earholes, in the folds of skin and uniform of the shattered icon dwell the poorer population of the metropolis. At the fall of the monument followed, after an appropriate time, the Rebellion.


My drama, if it could yet take place, would happen in the Time of the Rebellion. The Rebellion begins as an urban promenade. Against the traffic regulations during working hours. The streets belong to the pedestrians. Here and there an auto is overturned. Evil dream of a knife-thrower: the slow journey down a one-way street to an irrevocable parking-spot, which is surrounded by armed pedestrians. Police who get in the way are simply pushed aside.

When the procession approaches the district of the rulers, it is brought to a halt by a police cordon. Groups form, out of which speakers arise. On the balcony of a Government building appears a man with a badly fitting suit and starts to speak. When the first stone hits him, he draws back behind the double-doors fitted with bulletproof glass.


From the call for more freedom comes the cry for the overthrow of the Government. People begin to disarm the police, storming two three buildings, a jail a police station an office of the secret police, hanging a dozen quislings of the authorities by the feet, the Government deploys troops, tanks. My place, if my drama ever took place, would be at both sides of the front, between the fronts, over them. I stand in the sweating masses and throw stones at the police soldiers tanks bulletproof glass. I glance through the double-door outfitted with bulletproof glass at the oncoming crowd and smell the perspiration of my fear.


I shake, choked with nausea, my fist against myself, standing behind the bulletproof glass. I see, choked by fear and loathing, myself in the oncoming crowd, foam licking at my lips, shaking my fist against myself. I hang my uniformed flesh by the feet. I am the soldier in the tank-turret, my head is empty under the helmet, the strangled cry under the chains. I am the typewriter. I tie the noose, when the leaders are hanged, kick the stool away, break my neck I am my own prisoner. I feed my data into the computer. My roles are spit and spittoon knife and wound teeth and gum neck and gallows. I am the data-bank. Bleeding in the crowd. Exhaling behind the double doors. Wordslime bubbling in soundproof speech-balloons over the battle.

 

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My drama has not taken place. The script was lost.

The actors hung their faces on the nails of the garderobe.

The stage-prompter rots in his box.

The overstuffed plague-corpses in themaudience don't move a finger.

I go home and kill time, at one / with my undivided self.


Television The daily revulsion Disgust

at prefabricated babble At manufactured merriment

How do you spell FRIENDLINESS


Give us our daily murder

For Thine is Nothingness Revulsion

At the lies which are believed

By the liars and noone else Revulsion

At the lies which are believed Revulsion

at the faces of the power-brokers lined and seamed

from the struggle for posts votes bank-accounts

Revulsion A cart of scythes crackling with one-liners

 

 

I go through the streets malls faces

with the scars of the shopping blitz


Poverty

without dignity Poverty without the dignity

of the knife of the boxing ring of the fist

The brutalized bodies of the women

Hope of the generations

Strangled in blood cowardice stupidity

Laughter of dead bellies

Heil COCA COLA

A kingdom

for a murderer

I WAS MACBETH THE KING HAD OFFERED ME HIS THIRD CONCUBINE I

KNEW EVERY BIRTHMARK ON HER HIPS RASKOLNIKOV AT HEART UNDER

THE ONLY OVERCOAT THE AXE FOR THE / ONLY / SKULL OF THE

PAWNBROKERESS

In the loneliness of the airports

I exhale I am

Privileged My revulsion

is a privilege

Screened by a wall

Barbed wire prison

Photograph of the author.

I don't want to eat drink breathe love a woman a man a child an animal anymore. I don't

want to die anymore. I don't want to kill anymore.

Tearing up of the photograph of the author.


I break open my sealed-off flesh. I want to live in my veins, in the marrow

of my bones,

in the labyrinth of my skull. I withdraw into my intestines. I take refuge in my shit, my

blood. Somewhere bodies are being broken, so that I can live in my shit. Somewhere

bodies are being carved open, so that I can be alone with my blood. My thoughts are

wounds in my brain. My brain is a wound. I want to be a machine. Arms to grasp legs to

walk no pain no thoughts.


Television screens go black. Blood from the refrigerator. Three naked women: Marx

Lenin Mao. Speak simultaneously each in their own language the text

IT IS A QUESTION OF OVERTHROWING ALL SOCIAL RELATIONS, IN WHICH HUMAN

BEINGS ARE...


Hamlet-actor puts on costume and mask.

HAMLET THE DANE PRINCE AND FEAST FOR WORMS STUMBLING

FROM HOLE TO HOLE TO THE LAST HOLE, LUSTERLESS

IN THE BACK THE SPECTER WHICH MADE HIM

GREEN LIKE OPHELIA'S FLESH IN CHILDBED

AND SCARCE AFORE THE THIRD COCK'S CROW TORE

A FOOL THE CLOWN-COSTUME

OF THE PHILOSOPHER

THEN CRAWLED A WELLKEPT BLOODHOUND INTO THE TANK

Steps into armor, splits the heads of Marx Lenin Mao with the axe. Snowfall. Ice Age.

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gordanac gordanac 10:53 24.08.2008

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lepo
...i "vlastita" imena koja uvek mogu da "stoje" umesto zamenica (bilo kojih), ona su uvek tu da - zamene sve ostalo
(Eris i Eros - razlika od samo jednog slova, ili i manje, ponekad :))
Ἔρις" i Ἔρως"



Sleeping Beauty

The classic fairy tale Sleeping Beauty is partly inspired by Eris's role in the wedding of Peleus and Thetis. Like Eris, a malevolent fairy curses a princess after failing to be invited to the princess' christening.



Statue of Eros, City of London, Piccadilly, not far from the place where "The Globe" once used to be (or still is As You Like It , a za vreme A Midsummer Night's Dream, ili dok svi kažu da je to Much Ado About Nothing, jer pre ili kasnije sve to bude samo The Winter's Tale

A ustvari je sve zbog toga da Charles Dickens, mnogo godina kasnije može da napiše početak za "A Tale of Two Cities":

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way"

stari92 stari92 11:10 24.08.2008

Re: ----

-- koja razlika --

Edipov - Elektra _ kompleks

-- a tako slični u reči kompleks --

poz.misaonim.bićima.
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 05:46 25.08.2008

vlastita?

može. :)



HeadsX19

What's the first thing
you remember?

Oh, let's see, hm...
the first thing that comes
into my head, you mean?


No...
the first thing you remember...


No, it's not good. It's gone.
So long time ago.


You don't get my mean.
Most first thing after
all the things you forgot?


Oh, I see.
I've forgotten the question.

Are you happy?

What?
Content? At ease?

Well I suppose so.
What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

What do you want to do?

Look...

What about it?


We have been spinning coins
together since I don't know when...

and in all that time,

if it is all that time, one hundred
and fifty seven coins spun...
consecutively have come down heads


one hundred and fifty seven
consecutive times, and all you can do
is play with your food.

Wait a minute.


There was a messenger.



Rosencrantz... Guildenstern...
________________________________________________

Do you want to play questions?


How do you play that?
You have to ask questions.

gordanac gordanac 07:34 25.08.2008

:))))

(lovely!)

Rosencrantz & Guildendtern ?

Oh, they are the stuff that story is made of
They are storytellers, as well.

And sometimes they are alive
Almost - Feshly -About -Quasi -Lately - Practically

They just pretend that they have survived
Love and lust and life and death and that kind of stuff
For the story, you know :))))

They are The Victory of The Innocents
If there are any, at all
victories as well as innocents

Zamenice imena i vlastita imena, kažeš?
(a svako vlastito ime je zamenica i svaka je zamenica vlastito ime - "...jer - ime, šta je ime? .... ime ruže šta njoj ili nama znači, ha?...."

He said:
- Don`t SPEARS me, just SHAKE me
But the wind was too strong
So - SHAKESPEARE was what she heard

Lotus Effect or bust, my dear, Lotus Effect...
o tome su R & G ustvari, kanda....





snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 07:52 25.08.2008

Re: :))))

effect...bilo...bila i ti.
vidiš kako se sve priče u stvari vrte u krug,
a nije dosadno,
nije ni plagijat.
to mu dodje kao vicious circle sa antitelima
za dumanje:jedan kaže - I go home and kill time, at one / with my undivided self.

a,
drugi - zveči:

'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'


pa da ga zamrsim u klupko (eno ga dole, drugim povodom, al' šta je povod?)

NAJLEPŠE PEVAJU ZABLUDE. O, vali,
Rimuje se more. Tad smo na žal pali.

Malo je imena ispisanih na vodi.

Svi puze il lete, al malo ko brodi
Gordijim morem opasnoj slobodi.
Dan je u sebi noć, a sunce se pali.
Izgubi put ako putovanju smeta.

Ah što je lepo i opasno: cvet radi cveta

Posveti gorkoj zvezdi uvrh leta
Lekoviti rečnik bilja u uvali.
Kroz potajne gore goren lek ti je.
Da zemlju zemljom ljubiš vek ti je.
Al ako je u oči poljubiš nek ti je
Prozračan poljubac ko prazni kristali.

&

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase:
Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

nema kraja...
gordanac gordanac 08:07 25.08.2008

Re: :))))

....to mu dodje kao vicious circle sa antitelima....

:))
msleeeeeem, pa šta ti više i treba?! :)

...za dumanje:jedan kaže - I go home and kill time, at one / with my undivided self....


"...killing time, feeling fine, ....la-la-la...."

Malo je imena ispisanih na vodi.

o je

Da zemlju zemljom ljubiš vek ti je.
Al ako je u oči poljubiš nek ti je
Prozračan poljubac ko prazni kristali.


o je
blues sister

dedaugoveda dedaugoveda 11:27 24.08.2008

TI i JA


Iz mase se promalja jedna ruka...


Raznela si mi mozak u više pravaca.
Pokušaću da skoncentrišem na jedan, ili dva, ili tri...
Tu nastaje problem.

Setih jednog korisnog opažanja, ne znam ni čijeg, ni kojim povodom, ali govori o ličnim zamenicma. Pokušaću da parafraziram:

U današnjem pluralističkom društvu, čovek je razapet izmedju usamljenog individualizma i radikalnog kolektivizma, neprestano tražeći most izmedju JA i TI. Medjutim, za ovaj susret nije potreban nikakav most - potrebna je celovitost i autentičnost bića koja prilaze jedno drugom.

Kada će se JA istinski pozabaviti svojom autentičnošću, koja bi podrazumevala i konačno odsustvo svake potrebe da se pravimo važni?

Mnogo se, bre, pravimo važni, a pritom smo:
Strangled in blood cowardice stupidity


"pošto je ovo novogodišnja noć
a ja imam rak na ustima
staviću kapu od papira na svoj
potres mozga i zaigrati"

L. Koen













mariopan mariopan 12:09 24.08.2008

Re: TI i JA

Ja samo hocu da ti mahnem na pozdrav )))
Ti sec znati zasto.
I to su zamenice za nesto mnogo lepo.
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 08:14 25.08.2008

The busy bee has no time for sorrow

Proverbs of Hell.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Let man wear the fell of the lion. woman the fleece of the sheep.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod.
What is now proved was once only imagin'd.
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.
The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.
One thought fills immensity.
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.


The fox provides for himself. but God provides for the lion.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you.
As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
Expect poison from the standing water.
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!
The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow; nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest.
If others bad not been foolish, we should be so.
The soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd.
When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius. lift up thy head!
As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
Damn braces: Bless relaxes.
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
Prayers plow not! Praises reap not!
Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!


The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.
As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.
The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white.
Exuberance is Beauty.
If the lion was advised by the fox. he would be cunning.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
Where man is not, nature is barren.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.
Enough! or Too much.


pravci...
sasvim nebitno.
adam weisphaut adam weisphaut 14:34 24.08.2008

3 kraljeve konkubine

A kingdom

for a murderer

I WAS MACBETH THE KING HAD OFFERED ME HIS THIRD CONCUBINE I

KNEW EVERY BIRTHMARK ON HER HIPS RASKOLNIKOV AT HEART UNDER

THE ONLY OVERCOAT THE AXE FOR THE / ONLY / SKULL OF THE

PAWNBROKERESS

snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 06:57 25.08.2008

Re: 3 kraljeve konkubine

If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence
, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.
He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
adam weisphaut adam weisphaut 07:27 25.08.2008

Re: 3 kraljeve konkubine

that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor
: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice

Srboskeptik Srboskeptik 15:24 24.08.2008

Napred naši

Skeptičan kakav jesam (!) u prvom momentu sam pomislio o ovoj temi: Opet prazna žvaka (empty chewing gum). Ali onda mi se iznenada pojave slike iz prošlosti i shvatih da sam to ja, moja sećanja na sve nas.
Koliko su zamenice važne? Koliko i imenice? Svaka zamenica teži da postane imenica. Ne sme im se to dozvoliti! Naročito su opasne prisvojne zamenice, lične su još mila majka.

Rani septembar 1991

Noćni autobus pun putnika na relaciji Split-Titograd(danas Podgorica), jedan od poslednjih pre punog razbuktavanja rata. Atmosfera straha i neizvesnosti, krv se već proliva po našoj zemlji, niko od nas ne putuje radi ćeifa, svako ima svoju muku. Putnici šapuću između sebe, svi znaju da će autobus biti kontrolisan na putu. Teši me pomisao da imam ličnu kartu koja je OK ako uđu naši ali je u njoj ime oca OK ako ulete njihovi. Ili obrnuto, kako vam drago. Pesimista u meni misli da sam najebao ovako ili onako. Na sreću tada sam još bio optimista pa se opustih i utonuh u dremež.

Probudio me snažan glas: "Dokumenta na pregled!". Nekoliko maskirno uniformisanih ljudi sa dugim cevima blokira oba izlaza iz autobusa i kontrola počinje. Ne shvatam o kome se radi. JNA, srpski rezervisti, crnogorski rezervisti, hrvatske zenge, mup, banda Pere Ložača, sve je moguće, ne vidim im oznake a nisu se pretstavili.
"Ko su ovi?" tiho pitam čoveka do mene.
"Mislim da su naši." reče on.
Pogledali smo se i u istom trenutku shvatili koliko je odgovor besmislen.
"Ma nema ovde naših." reče čičica koji je sedeo iza nas.
Možda je on to rekao imajući u vidu samo geografsku lokaciju i njegovo poimanje zamenice naši ali ja sam to usvojio kao kratku ali brilijantnu definiciju političke krize u zemlji koja se neumitno kotrljala u krvavi rat. Da ne dužim, ispostavilo se da je to JNA, izveli su trojicu iz autobusa. Regruti Albanci koji su pobegli iz kasarni i pokušavali da se dočepaju kuće.

Nekoliko godina kasnije, možda baš zahvaljujući komentaru čiče iz autobusa, našao sam novi dom, jednu malu zemlju na severu Evrope. Pored mnogih prednosti presudilo je što ovde gotovo da i nema naših. Ali, ne lezi vraže, nakon mirne decenije, pojavila se u demonstracijama u gradu u kome živim grupa mladih orkestrirana iz Rusije. Parole komsomolske, imidž neonaci, ponašanje fudbalskih navijača. Ime : "NAŠI". Gde me nađoše?


Naravoučenije: "Naši su do mojega!"

margos margos 21:15 24.08.2008

Re: Napred naši

Kaže čovek, polutan:
''Ovde nisam NAŠ, tamo nisam NJIHOV.''
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 06:23 25.08.2008

Re: Napred naši

naši, vaši, njiovi, svoj, moj, njiov, a nije naš...možda nije ni njiov,
pa da: ničiji.

nisam to imala na umu kad sam postavila ovo, kako kažeš empty chewing gum (drago mi je da je samo na prvi pogled, mada...kad se bolje razmislim, možda tu nema zbrajanja...),
ali moć asocijacija je čudo,
može se v i d e t i i zvukom...
Ali onda mi se iznenada pojave slike iz...

pa ti ja 'vako odgovaram:

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.



edit:
moram da dodam i:
part 2 (part 1 vam je gore kod 'čuda')

ima ih ukupno 5
'seeing is believing' & nova dimenzijaaa!!!
gordanac gordanac 08:28 25.08.2008

----





SONNETS

XXXV

1. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
2. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
3. Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
4. And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
5. All men make faults, and even I in this,
6. Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
7. Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
8. Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
9. For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
10. Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
11. And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
12. Such civil war is in my love and hate,
13. That I an accessary needs must be,
14. To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

The only edition of the sonnets published in Shakespeare's lifetime, the 1609 Quarto, is dedicated to one "Mr. W.H.". The reality, identity and age of this person remain a mystery and have caused a great deal of speculation.

"Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this pow'rful rhyme"
,

THE 1609 QUARTO VERSION

35

No more bee greeu'd at that which thou haſt done,
Roſes haue thornes,and ſiluer fountaines mud,
Cloudes and eclipſes ſtaine both Moone and Sunne,
And loathſome canker liues in ſweeteſt bud.
All men make faults,and euen I in this,
Authorizing thy treſpas with compare,
My ſelfe corrupting ſaluing thy amiſſe,
Excuſing their ſins more then their ſins are:
For to thy ſenſuall fault I bring in ſence,
Thy aduerſe party is thy Aduocate,
And gainſt my ſelfe a lawfull plea commence,
Such ciuill war is in my loue and hate,
That I an acceſſary needs muſt be,
To that ſweet theefe which ſourely robs from me,
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 08:36 25.08.2008

Re: ----

Roſes haue thornes,and ſiluer fountaines mud,
Cloudes and eclipſes ſtaine both Moone and Sunne,
And loathſome canker liues in ſweeteſt bud.


evo ga
audio
gordanac gordanac 08:57 25.08.2008

Re: ----

:))))))))

I have a midsummer dream.....



gordanac gordanac 09:39 25.08.2008

Re: Napred naši

edit:
moram da dodam i:
part 2 (part 1 vam je gore kod 'čuda')

e, sad i ja moram da dodam :))

Esref Armagan, slikar
slep od rođenja



a evo i slika:




EDIT:
Šta li se sve i kako "zamenilo" kod njega?
I kako je porazio Eris?
I kako bi se dobro razumeo sa W.H., tako ja mislim....
Mora biti da kad je čitao "As You Like IT" (prstima, naravno, a možda i zvukom) pa pročitao:

"All the world's a stage,

and all the men and women merely players:

they have their exits and their entrances;

and one man in his time plays many parts..."

As You Like It, Act II, Scene 7, 139–42.

...da je onda pitao "oš ti naslikam to , William?"



snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 20:15 25.08.2008

Re: Napred naši

Šta li se sve i kako "zamenilo" kod njega?

možda ništa.
samo je duš
a
od čoveka.............................

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.




p.s. dva komada
gadan ovaj ed+it
seeing is not believing
vision is not a picture.
&
izćoškae+dit
fala
AlexDunja AlexDunja 15:35 24.08.2008

ovu je napravio moj prijatelj

snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 07:13 25.08.2008

Re: ovu je napravio moj prijatelj

ja ovo stavila u komp.
elmenećetužiš?

a, za tebe:

Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing

The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
and a day job.
Right. And minimum wage,
and varicose veins, just standing
in one place for eight hours
behind a glass counter
bundled up to the neck, instead of
naked as a meat sandwich.
Selling gloves, or something.
Instead of what I do sell.
You have to have talent
to peddle a thing so nebulous
and without material form.
Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any way
you cut it, but I've a choice
of how, and I'll take the money.

I do give value.
Like preachers, I sell vision,
like perfume ads, desire
or its facsimile. Like jokes
or war, it's all in the timing.
I sell men back their worse suspicions:
that everything's for sale,
and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see
a chain-saw murder just before it happens,
when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple
are still connected.
Such hatred leaps in them,
my beery worshippers! That, or a bleary
hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads
and upturned eyes, imploring
but ready to snap at my ankles,
I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge
to step on ants. I keep the beat,
and dance for them because
they can't. The music smells like foxes,
crisp as heated metal
searing the nostrils
or humid as August, hazy and languorous
as a looted city the day after,
when all the rape's been done
already, and the killing,
and the survivors wander around
looking for garbage
to eat, and there's only a bleak exhaustion.
Speaking of which, it's the smiling
tires me out the most.
This, and the pretence
that I can't hear them.
And I can't, because I'm after all
a foreigner to them.
The speech here is all warty gutturals,
obvious as a slab of ham,
but I come from the province of the gods
where meanings are lilting and oblique.
I don't let on to everyone,
but lean close, and I'll whisper:
My mother was raped by a holy swan.
You believe that? You can take me out to dinner.
That's what we tell all the husbands.
There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around.

Not that anyone here
but you would understand.
The rest of them would like to watch me
and feel nothing. Reduce me to components
as in a clock factory or abattoir.
Crush out the mystery.
Wall me up alive
in my own body.
They'd like to see through me,
but nothing is more opaque
than absolute transparency.
Look--my feet don't hit the marble!
Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 18:29 24.08.2008

ovde je

kao 8
mi
komentar bila ova pesma:


beneath me lay my corpse with the arrow in my temple

auuu brate:pa de te baš tu roknula

ako je valla
sećam se prvi put se samo pojavila
opekla me
i nes talla

posle sam godinama drko uz jekoderm

sad bar imam rupu ko dokaz
da je postojalaa
a i ja sa njoom

a el te bolello

onakko: kao kad se odričeš
velike mađije

kako to misliš

ex kakko:
izdimiš lososa
prizoveš pravu muziku
oladiš vino na taman pa još stepen niže
operešš leepo čaše
pokaže ti saama sise
i

pukne ti kurton

ti ga karakterno vadiš
ona ga sa slašću vraća

allo bre
distancu drži
ne postaju mi se s tobom braća
i ovako je laća

ona se laća mača

al ti gineš od strelle koju je onna još juče poslala za svaki slučaj

iz urokka




meni se svidja.
ako je neko prijavio, ja bih još jednom iz teksta ovog bloga
za svaki slučaj:
„I understand it's full of foul language - Shakespeare didn't need it, did he?", rekao je ministar obrazovanja, povodom značajne interpunkcije.
AlexDunja AlexDunja 18:31 24.08.2008

:)))

povodom značajne interpunkcije.

ili tako nesto:)))
JJ Beba JJ Beba 18:56 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

ex kakko:
izdimiš lososa
prizoveš pravu muziku


Born In Time
AlexDunja AlexDunja 19:07 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

JJ Beba
ex kakko:
izdimiš lososa
prizoveš pravu muziku


Born In Time

ola. jj:))
JJ Beba JJ Beba 19:09 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

ola. jj:))

ola :))
angie01 angie01 21:00 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

JJ Beba
ex kakko:izdimiš lososaprizoveš pravu muzikuBorn In Time


ovde samo ne valja, shto je svakom namenjena onli jedna kashika!
adam weisphaut adam weisphaut 21:03 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

JJ Beba


Born In Time

JJ Beba JJ Beba 22:13 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

ovde samo ne valja, shto je svakom namenjena onli jedna kashika

onima koji se dokopajau kašike, ista je upala u med
JJ Beba JJ Beba 22:33 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

adam weisphaut

JJ BebaBorn In Time

US and Them
adam weisphaut adam weisphaut 22:42 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

JJ Beba

US and Them

Pazi samo da me kod Fuchsa neko iz US-a proziva da nisam "Us"
weird, bre
JJ Beba JJ Beba 23:16 24.08.2008

Re: ovde je

Pazi samo da me kod Fuchsa neko iz US-a proziva da nisam "Us"

ko će sve to rasčivijati...

Open up the gate for you
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 07:22 25.08.2008

Re: ovde je

"ovde samo ne valja, shto je svakom namenjena onli jedna kashika!"
"onima koji se dokopajau kašike, ista je upala u med"




"Shylock. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
You have among you many a purchas'd slave,
Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,
You use in abject and in slavish part,
Because you bought them:--shall I say to you,
Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds
Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates
Be season'd with such viands
? you will answer,
The slaves are ours:--so do I answer you:
The pound of flesh, which I demand of him,
Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it:
If you deny me, fie upon your law!
There is no force in the decrees of Venice:
I stand for judgement: answer; shall I have it?"
Unfuckable Unfuckable 19:41 24.08.2008

Domaćitze

sjajan tekst u ova zanimljiva vremena
jakaotakav, odavno je poznato, imam problem sa zamenicama...ekšli : imaju, pre bih rekao, one sa mnom

mada, prva stvar koja me asocira je : zamenica direktora u srednjoj školi.
Hodajuća Nevolja


ps. helou JJ, nema te 100 godina !
JJ Beba JJ Beba 20:43 24.08.2008

Re: Domaćitze

ps. helou JJ, nema te 100 godina !

nema :) nema izazova...


..sem na nekim putovanjima, možda
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 07:39 25.08.2008

Re: Domaćitze

šta da ti kažem?
cijena je,
sigurno visoka.

O cemu razmislja obrisano lice
Izmedju dva osmijeha
I nakanom tamnijom od noci

_________________________________________________________________________________
GUILDENSTERN
My honoured lord!

ROSENCRANTZ
My most dear lord!

HAMLET
My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?

ROSENCRANTZ
As the indifferent children of the earth.

GUILDENSTERN
Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.

HAMLET
Nor the soles of her shoe?

ROSENCRANTZ
Neither, my lord.

HAMLET
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
her favours?

GUILDENSTERN
'Faith, her privates we.

HAMLET
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
is a strumpet. What's the news?

ROSENCRANTZ
None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.

O
.
.
.

HAMLET
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I
thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.

GUILDENSTERN
What should we say, my lord?

HAMLET
Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
I know the good king and queen have sent for you.

ROSENCRANTZ
To what end, my lord?

HAMLET
That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
whether you were sent for, or no?
adam weisphaut adam weisphaut 07:54 25.08.2008

Re: Domaćitze

As the indifferent children of the earth.

:)
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 08:08 25.08.2008

...

ej, sad sam još jednom pročitala ovaj dijalog
i oko mi se zakačilo za nekoliko rečenica,od kojih je jedna bila baš ta.



gordanac gordanac 09:00 25.08.2008

i - još...

ROSENCRANTZ
To what end, my lord?

HAMLET
That you must teach me.


So he tried..
I mean - William :))
jasnaz jasnaz 08:57 25.08.2008

imemije



Naravno da je važno ili:
Zašto ксерфи¿evo jeste
Ako nije. Važno.

!me

Jel to neko priča
Priču.

Jel to neko sluša.

Jel to neko izlazi.
Napušta.
Ili možda diše-na-svoje-!juu!-načine



Nije moguće da neko-m ima i da
ostaje.
I ko mu bre* dade priču.
U ruke.

Ako pukne
Potražićemo
-ovoga puta-
Neki drugi
Izlaz:
Manastiri su slabo posećeni.

Nemojte, nemojte novo.
Napisano čekali l! čeka
Da bude pro či ta no
__________
*što? i bre može da bude zamenica: za sve: znati ¿ ne znati šta je ¿ kako dalje ¿
__________
aplauz ne prestaje
1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1



snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 20:07 25.08.2008

Re: imemije

čitav dan razmišljam
kakodaodgovorim
a da je u
skladu sa temom,
jer
izem ti odgovor iz nesklada
nešto kao:
'toXif or no toxiF'
ill
kao aplauzaplauza
larpurlar-ckanje

..................................(hit that button, willYA)

willJa
javili, dojavili, objavili, najavili,
olajali
jer ko si t¿
pa da dišeš na-te- svoje-!juu!-načine

..................................(hit that button, willYA)

miliJO(J)n aplauza
ne prestaju da klepeću, lepeću, klapću, lapću
a onn se mača laća
beš distancu!
i kafku, (njega x2)
postaje mi se braća

ime može i da tvoje
i da mije
pogotovo kad je plavo.
a da nije moje
čak.

..................................(čik ako smeš!)





uživancijjj... 'ja'
snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 09:28 26.08.2008

spremam neke časove

i naidjoh na sledeće:
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ništa excess,
ništa staro
(
Nemojte, nemojte novo.
napisano čekali l! čeka
da bude pro či ta no
zatvorena zagrada
+ interpunkcijski
birana rešenja za...
whoknowswhat.

update:
remember
timetable the

situations change
change themsituations
who_me?

keep it simple,
make up
the-simpler-the-better-attitude
the face is plain anywayS
moje ime
ne ume da govori.


and
if U're not sure
look the word up!
don't let it hang in desolation,
let it misspell the meaning,
for the meaning's sake
and


e,
speŠli
don't forget to write it down
before U
upload.

No details – that's fine!
i still haven't had my breakfast
only chewed thembones already
yesterday
update:
for tomorrow
for accuracy
and precision
update:
for interest
and narrative
update:
for Ur audience's audience's double
the progression of buttons
is never overrated

remember:

so that everyone can understand it
so that everyone can understand it
and appreciate it
themwords, i mean.
themerased, i mean.

but
trust me on the sunscreen.
fixxerus fixxerus 10:20 26.08.2008

benvolio i bog: igraju rok:.

kad god ja i moj mali bog
zaigramo rok
on mi nešto tužnjikav:
allo bre: baticemajstore
kojtiqracbre
opusti se
ovoono

maa: de si ti vido
elijena
pa ?veselog:
oo reci mi, oče, reci u kom gnusnom
delu ovog tela boravi mi ime:?
reci mi, pa da opustošim to
prebivalište mrsko:!

e: aj nemoj ga sad tupiš:
romea je već upropastio jedan
drugi bog!:
i daj smiri se:
kao inuitima baš trebaju 20 različitih reči
da mi objasne ime za sneg
daj bre izcooliraj mallo
i to
nego: zipa one dve
all su mu ga dale po đusci

uuuuux!jebotestvarno
božemioprosti
bašš su ga
onokao: oborile
itajrad

nego daj batice sad neki
prigodni teks da ix
startujemo

ma neznamtijaaa

ma daj ti si bog nisam ja

ma jok ti si
al neznam:
možda neki psalm
i too

maa psalmi ga mami
baš ćeš ove dve uzbukuše
da mazneš na psalm
dajbre:
stvori nam brzo neka dva crvena šešira
iz tvog fundussa

ma ne ide to tako
nisam ja saibabba
ja sam ti više za onno:
da se zagrlimo molimo plačemo
spoznajemo itajrad

ex, jebiga
ti bi se oma grlio
daj mallo nekog petinga

aa da im pošaljemo svetu vodu sa sinaja

jeeeste to će ih uzbudi baš
osim toga di si ti vido vodu na sinaju
aj ne pričaj bajke

a da im ponovimo to što već piju
tu sam jakko dobar u tome

tako je maaajstore
allo kelnert
ša piju one p.dame i too

pič belini

daj: nama njima muzičarima tebi tvojima našima njihovima svima
tog pičvajza
meni ako može umesto pič:raspberry
kapiš ?a
i ne brini:
bog će ti platitixaxa

keš il kartica

bogovi su izmislili plastikku
a jel: ko ovo svira

bandx

jebote reko bi da su acdc orginal
al ga praše batice
vid ovog all se zapalio
allo bre, božo bre
ša si se popalio
ne diži ruke gore
otpustio ti deodorante

jao eno im odnose piće
jaaaao ovaj pokazuje nešto u nass
nemojdagledaš NEMOJ DA GLEDAŠ
ejebga
eno nas pozivaju da im priđemo
šta ćemo sad jadni

ti si bog
smisli nešto

može li crvenno slovo

što? misliš imaju menzis i toxaxa
aj opušteno
radi samo isto što i ja:
deste pice jeeea šaaa ima i too

juno potkivano

ša je bilo niste valjda mađaricee jee
e jebote, koje sam ja sreće
ajde majstore
ti si ga pravio
vadi nas sad

čokolom cmok cmok

i taaako
služismo se božijim forama do zore

na putu do krsta
crvenog krsta! !šta je!štaje: odma bi nešto
ja im pevo ono: đokino:

slabo divanim mađarski
nešto malo
i to s greškom
tečno govorim rukama
i perfektno se služim smeškom

ali mađarski numem
daj nauči me leba ti
nisam mogo da pomislim
da će mi tolko trebati ..

one se nešto smejuljille i too
a ovaaaaj malli: beše na sedmom nebu


što ti je čovek, pardon bog







mallo mu treba







jasnaz jasnaz 13:35 26.08.2008

spremam neke misli,


o šekspiru,
ja,
pa se mislim:
šta mu je trebalo
sve
te
embarrassing mistakes
-jel se tako piše ¿-
da postavlja !

bio bi nam
svet ovaj
naš
1
jedini
cenjen
finom slikom
у плод ованом
obloгen
-jel se tako kaže ¿-

bez-i-jedne-гrbe

a kamo li:

kokteli
pod šeširima

cedulje
sa imenima

i:
da se muvamo,
tu,
k(’)o da ne znamo
da su
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snezana mihajlovic snezana mihajlovic 18:32 26.08.2008

ma,

šta bih vam sad to pričo.?.

tJA,
moja je priča sva izlokana,
ko ona šerpa na tufne
što je uvek neko ćušne
kad zamakne za horizonte.

i zveči...

ne veruješ.
dobro, ajd ovako:
iz po čet ka

.

ja bih o nečem drugom.
ako može.
ne-ne!
1vo smo uramili. predivan (ne! ne, ne:prelep) zimski pejzaž u duborezu. po-(pre)
poruci. (fina slika)

a u kartonu:

razno

prazno

&

škart:

zaboravljene
bez broja imena bez cedulja bez naznake
da
ih je
! k o nepregledne

g l e d a o
-čitao?(aaaa, to je već overrrated)!



gde sam ono stao,
aha - horizonti.



i priča bez zavesa
dimnih signala i ostalih
tagova
bez putnika, seoba i pisama,
tek poneki trag
za dobre ljude da me nadju.
koktel? ne-hvala
mi smo se već napilli
iz 1ne čaše.

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