"Funny thing about change; It's like pulling off a bandage - hurts like hell when you do it, but you always feel better after."
MERL STRYKER
Torek, 14 julij 2009
Just Add Water
Ponedeljek, 6 julij 2009
"Eno kepico poezije, prosim."
Akcija skupine Agressive Theatre, na dan drugega sedmega, me ni pustila praznih rok.
Dobil sem svojo kepico, mešano - oranžno in zeleno. Brez podpisa.
oranžna:
MODRA IN ZLATA:
modra in zlata prisotnost:
poslednja ponjava obzorja
poslednje jabolko sonca
ki ob meni žari
modra in zlata daljava:
poslednja brezkončnost v očesu
poslednja zvezda na nebu
na dnu te noči
zelena:
Čas, ki brca
Najslabši letni čas za svet,
niti za svet brez pokopanega časa,
ga ni bilo dovolj.
Kraj zaprt, kraj sam, nedorečen.
Raztopljen v prej za kasneje.
Za kapljo, ki traja brez vode,
vdih mokre oblike v drget,
napeto trepetanje čez obličja,
sprejemanje senc z mirovanjem telesa,
premalo odtisa za kraj, drug.
Niti za obrat premika pod pobeglimi rodovi,
gladino razvrščene sedanjosti,
ga ni bilo, kraja negibnosti, netočnosti, molka,
ki bi bil brez želja in se obdržal.
Namesto nas je udarila pot,
mi do dna, dno nad nami, dno v nas,
da smo dihali z belimi presledki ceste
in se držali s pogledi prekrižanih sanj,
tu si ne želimo več želeti.
Podrli smo hiše, preden so stale,
zaprli okna pred vetrom,
ki bi zgnail slepca do kraja brez zgodovine,
ne bi se imeli kam vrniti kam oditi,
nenehna pot, čas neviden, čas odsoten, čas za nas.
Mi smo, gola umetnost, kost poti, koščica pred vrati.
Živali v nas iz nje odgriznejo zadnji gib,
pod njim nosimo vsak svojo ouščavo,
osvojeno, neznano, pesek, ki brca.
Petek, 3 julij 2009
The Convoy
Melissa: "Why do they call you The Duck?"
Rubber Duck: "'Cos it rhymes with luck."
Rubber Duck: "Nah, my daddy always told me I outta be just like a duck. Said: Stay smooth on the surface and paddle like the devil underneath."
Obožujem ta film. Gledal sem ga miljavžntkrat ko sem bil majhen... In danes sem spet majhen. :)
Torek, 30 junij 2009
Dorian Wether Federigo Gray
lažna številka
ki nas sili, da tekamo
kot kokoši brez glave
med koruzo
in se sprašujemo
"kdo bo pomozlel, če umrem?"
lahko si pri sosedu sposodim
kramp in lopato
in si skopljem grob,
dokler sem čil in zdrav.
pa saj je prepozno. nisem več ne čil, ne zdrav.
včerajšnji sneg, lanski časopis.
lahko iz naslanjača gledam sir, kako plesni
in tebe, kako dozorevaš in nato plesniš
in sebe v ogledalu.
še dobro da imam na podstrejšu skrito sliko
in da pišem pisma svoji nesojeni ljubezni
da ji skuham sokola, ko pride na obisk...
še sreča da mi je ime Dorian Wether Federigo Gray.
nesmrten nesmisel.
Torek, 23 junij 2009
Surveillance
"You probably read the end of the book first, don't you?" - Agent Hallaway
"Yes." - Bobbi
"That's no way to live." - Agent Hallaway
Ponedeljek, 11 maj 2009
Slam.
"...My only responsibility is to my fucking dreams! You know what I'm saying? That's my responsibility! Not to no other shit like that!"
Raymond Joshua
Slam.
"...Freedom isn't out here, it's in here. You can be free anytime you want. Anytime.
Never give anyone the power to take away your freedom. It's yours. It don't belong to nobody but you. Remember that."
~Lauren Bell
Petek, 10 april 2009
"Thirst for love" - Yukio Mishima
"...Though no human being can be so honest as to become completely false."
*
*
am very bothered when I think
of the bad things that I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.
O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.
Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you to marry me.
Simon Armitage
Četrtek, 9 april 2009
"Manhattan Loverboy" - Arthur Nersesian
AMY: "... I've always been very sensitive around invalids and sickly types. They disturb me. I can't stay with an irregular person; people who are handicapped or freakish make me sick to the stomach. Quite bluntly, I'm a complete Darwinist. I think runts like you should be drowned like kittens. I'm completely opposed to medical technology's bent for preserving aberrations that never should be permitted. But the truth is, the closest I can really come to love is pity. In fact, I'm completely embarrassed about my love for you. Indeed, you're more of a perversion to me, and perversions are stronger than conventional loves because they're predicated on one's greatest fears and weaknesses. I really wish I could get out from under these feelings for you. They must be kept in utter secrecy."
