Saudade, meu amor?

Imagination is an old soul.

26.07.2017.

Eating Together


I know my friend is going,
though she still sits there
across from me in the restaurant,  
and leans over the table to dip
her bread in the oil on my plate; I know  
how thick her hair used to be,  
and what it takes for her to discard
her man’s cap partway through our meal,  
to look straight at the young waiter  
and smile when he asks
how we are liking it. She eats
as though starving—chicken, dolmata,  
the buttery flakes of filo—
and what’s killing her
eats, too. I watch her lift
a glistening black olive and peel  
the meat from the pit, watch
her fine long fingers, and her face,  
puffy from medication. She lowers  
her eyes to the food, pretending
not to know what I know. She’s going.  
And we go on eating.

23.07.2017.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love


Jedan mp3 player
i adapter sa dva ulaza za slušalice


23.07.2017.

American Gods


I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

21.07.2017.

Bukovski


U najboljem slučaju, u Čovečanstvu ima nežnosti.
nešto malo razumevanja i, povremeno,
hrabrosti,
ali sve u svemu, to je masa, koja nema
bogzna šta.
Kao neka velika životinja u dubokom snu
iz kojeg skoro ništa ne može da je probudi.
Kad se pokrene, najbolja je u grubosti,
sebičnosti, nepravdi, ubistvima.

19.07.2017.

Ribeira, Porto


Gdje god da odem
uvijek poseban uzitak
dozivjeti mjesto ujutro izmedju 5-7

fernweh_e
fernweh_e


18.07.2017.

Snovi - V.Dž.


Da vidim LA. Bulevare nade. Da vidim nova, slučajno nasmejana lica. Da potražim novi dom. Nove drugove. Nove ulice. Nove svetiljke. Nove pesme. Nove poznanike. Nove lude devojke. Da potražim prve jutarnje zrake sunca i skrivenu plažu.

 Da vidim Lejkerse. Možda naletim i na Marlijevu pesmu mira. Milion novih svetala. Da vidim rutu 66. Da osetim tiho kalifornijsko sunce. Fine bademe. Nove salate. Nove uličice. Nove mirise. Da vidim dolinu smrti. Da vidim kaktuse. Da vidim snove na drugi način, jer i onako sve od njih kreće. Ulične zabavljače. Ulične prodavce. Da se popnem na najvišu zgradu i da od tamo pogledam svet nekim novim očima.

 Ranac na leđima. Kompas u džepu. Avantura u mislima i puno srce. Da tamo čekam neke nove zore. Da sa nekim tamo na ne znam kom jeziku pričam o svemiru. Zvezdama. Kosmosu. Klopi. Ribama. Fudbalu. Snovima.

 Da prošetam Diznilendom i vidim Tarzana. Da se slikam sa Sunđer Bobom i da mi oči zasijaju nekim drugim žarom.

 Da budem druga, nepoznata i strana osoba.

 Sam.

18.07.2017.

* * *

                                                        Morning mood



17.07.2017.

Johnny († 12. September 2003) and June († 15. Mai 2003 )


     This morning, with her having coffee

                                          Johnny Cash, when asked for his description of paradise.



16.07.2017.

Mi se čudno razumemo − Stanislav Vinaver


Mi se čudno razumemo
ko dva bola, ko dva vala
ko dva mosta u otkrića:
ja te volim čudno, nemo,
ti si ona čudna mala,
mašta drevna moga bića.
O tebi su pitalice
od vekova moje bile,
odgovor o kom se sanja,
odgovor je tvoje lice
ti si slika one vile;
iz dečačkih nagađanja.

I svi stari snovi, evo
polagano nadolaze
ko da ide vreme tavno;
svaki gest tvoj ja sam snevo,
znam napamet tvoje fraze
svaku reč sam čuo davno.

15.07.2017.

Sentiment 021 - Igor Varga


Kada te zamišljam golu
na Trgu mladenaca
pobrinem se da je to negdje oko pola pet ujutru
pred zoru
kada cijeli grad spava
čistači ulica su još pospani
ne primjećuju svjetlost bjeline tvojih bedara
ne primjećuju da ti je haljina prozirna
bankari u nozdrvama jedino osjećaju
miris prvih otvorenih pekara
kažem ti da su ljudi slijepi
kažem ti da sve ono zlato u Željezničkoj
nije dovoljno da stane
ni u jednu vlas tvoje kose
ni u jednu tvoju misao
ni u jednu tvoju rečenicu
ljudi su nojevi u tržnim centrima
kažem ti da je sve te eure, dinare, forinte, kune i marke
pametno potrošiti samo na putovanja
možda kupiti dva-tri stana
vikendicu kraj Tise
ili na onom potezu Sefkerin - Belegiš
i jednu na planini ili jezeru
kupiti jedan čun
u kome bih te takođe zamišljao golu
sačuvati sjećanja na sve te divne ljude i predjele
a sve ostalo prodati
prodati sve zbirke poezije
sabrana djela Kiša, Kafke, Bernharda
prodati i ovu pjesmu
kada se više
ne budemo voljeli.


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I'll be your woman with unwavering eyes. Aflame with the spirits and the mysteries of life. The hands of a healer and a samurai. I'll be your woman and you can be mine.

I'll be the gypsy on a path through the trees. The deal maker with front row seats. Who turns from the armchair and the picket line. I'll be your woman and you can be mine.

Not your princess, not your stallion- an ambiguous complex creature. Not your teacher, not your shivering doll- But hunkier than your neighbor. Not your mummy, not your daddy- I'm over being daddy. Not your stallion, don't you lay down- Get yourself a sailor.

I'll be the mirror where you are a queen. Your fellow magician of the waking dream. Hung with a hammer and a glass of wine. I'll be your woman and you can be mine.