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Staro 31.12.2004, 20:59
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Za slovensko ne vem, vem pa za francosko verzijo pod naslovom Chanson des adieux.

Faut-il nous quitter sans espoir,
sans espoir de retour?
Faut-il nous quitter sans espoir
de nous revoir un jour?
Ce n´est qu´un aurevoir, mes freres,
ce n´est qu´un aurevoir,
oui, nous nous reverrons un jour,
le jour de nos retours.

Don't worry, be happy !
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Staro 31.12.2004, 21:17
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...se kaksen drug jezik mogoce, anyone?
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Staro 03.01.2005, 03:47
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...ena se vedno relevantna iz 80-tih ...

Waking Early New Year's Day, Without a Hangover


Look at the map and tell me where

A conscious mind would not despair.

In Poland? Palestine? Peru?

In Angkor Wat? In Timbuktu?

Twist as you will upon the grid

of North, South, East, and West, amid

Whatever fleshpots Rome may boast,

Or safe at home with buttered toast,

At least it all comes down to this --

The world's too big for bombs to miss,

The law too weak, the door too wide

To forestall every suicide.

While there are motive, means, and time,

There will, as sure as death, be crime.

Our hope must be that those who've got

The right, or guns, to have us shot

Will set a limit to their catch

And feel no need to fire the thatch;

That just as long as power buys

Good opera seats and alibis

The guilty rich will be content

Still to convene their Parliament,

Still to resist the urge to wreak

Some vengeance on their heirs, the meek.

How like the thief's benign reprieve,

Who'd spare our lives and only thieve,

So long as we do not protest

We even may enjoy the jest.

This is the social contract we

In 1986 A.D.

Must live by if we mean to live,

Committing sins we can't forgive

With every coffee bean we grind,

And every heart, and every mind.

(For surely if you've wit to trace

A line of logic through this lace

Of verses, you're among the few

Who're well -- or well-enough -- to-do

And can't too bitterly complain;

For thoughtful minds are free of pain

To the degree that they can think

And alchemize their thoughts to ink.

Happy the man who can declare

His angst with any savoir faire.

More happy still if he repine

Over a five-buck jug of wine.)

How swiftly, ably fear deflects

The squeamish eye away from texts

So dire toward each bright ad's plea

For booze and equanimity.

Internalized that turns the eye

And tunes the slavish tongue to praise

Our meted lengths of rope and days?

Laud we the god, for yet we breathe,

And hang in heaven a smoky wreath

Of thanks for yielding yet a year

More to the time we're sentenced here.


Between the jailer and the jailed

There's no hope lost. The god that failed

To intervene at Buchenwald

Will not decide to be appalled

At infamies that shall be nameless.

That god is dead, and history aimless

Enough of peeling New Year's chimes.

I want my coffee and The Times.


--Tom Disch
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Staro 10.01.2005, 03:13
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Song for Hannah Arendt

Out of being torn apart
comes art.

Out of being split in two
comes me and you. HA HA!

Out of being torn in three
comes a logical poetry. (She laughed but not at poetry.)

Out of the essential mistranslation
emerges an illegitimate nation.

Better she said the enraged
than the impotent slave sunk in the Bay.

Out of being split into thirteen parts
comes the eccentric knowledge of "hearts."

(Out of being torn at all
comes the poor-rich rhyme of not knowing, after all.)

And out of this war, of having fought
comes thinking, comes thought.

--David Shapiro
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Staro 03.03.2005, 05:50
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Get Drunk

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness
of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

--Baudelaire, Charles
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Staro 06.03.2005, 23:54
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...yello ......


...evo ena funny od John-a za tebe ... (...ce ne ves kerga kr vpras )

"I sat belonely"

I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.
'I thought you were a lady'.
I giggle, - well I may,
To my suprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.
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Staro 09.03.2005, 19:37
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quote:Originalna objava paradox

...yello ......


...evo ena funny od John-a za tebe ... (...ce ne ves kerga kr vpras )

"I sat belonely"

I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.
'I thought you were a lady'.
I giggle, - well I may,
To my suprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.
hvala, a je od Lennonovga:D?
  #148  
Staro 10.03.2005, 05:12
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Citat:
quote:Originalna objava timal

hvala, a je od Lennonovga:D?
...aha...lustna, ane

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Staro 10.03.2005, 05:14
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The Moment

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

---Atwood, Margaret
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Staro 12.03.2005, 06:26
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Between Going and Staying

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

---Octavio Paz
 

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