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  #131  
Staro 15.11.2004, 21:36
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quote:Originalna objava paradox
...to ti pa verjamem, dober si...mene so zmedla predvsem native names/words v slovenskem prevodu ( nikol prej slisala )
a res? mi lahko poveš, katera? Bi mi zelo pomagalo pri nadaljnjih namenih z Newlovom.


he, nekaj slovenskih knjig pa celo je v Kanadi. Vaš Amicus v NLC/BNA daje presenetljive rezultate... Recimo, na U of Toronto, U of BC in U of Victoria je mogoče dobiti celo revijo Sodobnost!... :D:D:D (pa nekje v Ca mate Grafenauerja, pa Pesmi štirih, pa celo Dneve poezije in vina...)

no, se bom potrudil, pa bom jaz začel prepisvat!...

ah, še tole --- če te slučajno zanima, kaj se naši študentje (nes)pametnega naučijo o kanadski književnosti: http://anglistika.om-shanti.net/poda...nadska_knj.pdf
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Staro 17.11.2004, 01:19
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SUNRISE

You can
die for it--
an idea,
or the world. People

have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound

to the stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But

this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought

of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun

blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises

under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?

What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it

whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.


--Mary Oliver
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Staro 17.11.2004, 22:01
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...hehe, U of Victoria...
sej ne vem, a ti je to tolk blizu al tolk daleč...

glede indijanskih imen si me kar pomirila. Cimšijani (Tsimshian?) so (bili, skoraj) pleme J od Vancouvra; Kwunusela = Hilunga = viharna ptica, to je po indijan. legendah ptica, ki "poskrbi" za nevihte. Indijanci imajo, mimogrede, ful zanimivo mitologijo.
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Staro 20.11.2004, 00:07
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... Kwunusela = Hilunga = viharna ptica, to je po indijan. legendah ptica, ki "poskrbi" za nevihte. Indijanci imajo, mimogrede, ful zanimivo mitologijo.
Thanks...(Hilunga sounds more familiar)
...se strinjam kolikor mi je poznana


...Natives (Indijanci)about Natives... ni ravno lirika...mi je
pa vsec njihov humor...(author also Native-Canadian, Thomas King)

...
Narcise Blood is a good friend. One time he took me out to visit his grandfather, who lived in a small house on the reserve. The old man had a garden, and he took me through it, showing me each plant. Later we had tea in his kitchen.
Did I know about the big storm? he asked.
I had to admit that I didn't.
It was a big one, he said. It came up quick and hard.
So I told him about my trip from Salt Lake City to Lethbridge and how we had been trapped under a freeway overpass by a storm.
Yes, those storms can be tricky, he told me. You see those tomatoes out there?
From the kitchen window you could see his garden.
The tomato plants were just beginning to produce fruit.
When that storm came through, I was just getting ready to pick my tomatoes. They were big and red. Real ripe. But the storm beat me to it. First the rain. And then the hail.
And here the old man stopped and helped himself to more tea. And then he sat back and looked at the table.
I tried to be sympathetic. You must have been upset, I said.
Nope, said the old man, without even the hint of a smile. Always good to have some ketchup.
:D
...
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Staro 14.12.2004, 05:41
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Venus Rising


Over the clouds of the sea she comes,
Jewel of the morning skies.
Between the light and the dark she gleams,
Queen of the circling stars.

Above the hearts of fear she flies,
Nurse of the waning night.
A beacon to the barren and the bleak she beams
Her rays into earthly shadows.

Above the dolphins' wake she wings,
Maid of the verging dawn.
Among the crests of stellar waves
She mimes the ocean's song.

Before the gate of sleeping years
She stands, a shining sentry.
Robed in white she offers prayers
For the frontiers of infinity.

A torch of truth, the lamp of love,
She reigns above mortality
And like an ancient sacred sign
Reflects the face of harmony.

If life is word, then she is thought,
Grace that mirrors wisdom.
Within her soul she harbors all
The heirs of nature's kingdom.

-- John Marshall
  #136  
Staro 22.12.2004, 05:27
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When

When growing up is feeling and not seeing
When places you want to be are at the call of people you love
When breaking down is a matter of days
and healing can be accomplished by a few noncommittal words;

When the moon talks to you through a dusty window
and a song can say more than your lover ever would
while a phone call can invalidate your whole claim to existence;

When pain can be an antidote to being less than you are
When love is more tangible than your own skin
When hate is just a game to pass the time between those two
and obsession is a first grader's sum to include the three;

When faith equals personal emails and alcohol added up
and being invisible is an option, both virtual and reality oriented;

When words fly high, and you dream of sex, roads and dragons
When his / her definition of you is what you run from
or do your best or worst to live up to;

When convention and normality are dirty words
and your body is a temple and a dump, a scapegoat and a shrine
not to mention your soul, if you have ever owned up to having one;

When your dream is sacred and cursed
and beauty is everywhere besides you and yours
while trust is something you have read about and interpreted personally;

When money is just money
even when it is running out like time
with her / him, or those you left behind
and you still walk outside to watch the stars
while someone's recorded voice is a ransom for your solitude;

When you can get through this poem without feeling overly nauseated or condescending

You must be a bit like me

young.

--Elly K.
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Staro 22.12.2004, 05:30
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Love

Love is a hurricane
or a summer rush
of freedom, longing
and humourous despair.

Love is a favorite beanbag
Stuck in the corner
of your room
yet always a centerpiece
for your heart

Love is a long drink of water
after climbing
a steep and unwavering hill

Love is protection
yet knowing when to let go
and give without expecting
a thing in return.

Do I love you,
you might ask?

Yes, I love you still.

--Elly K.
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Staro 22.12.2004, 05:33
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Mirage

Dream of safe but adventurous places with sun on your skin
like a melody which never quite lets go of your imagination

where loneliness blooms like a flower to only show you how it is to belong

when pain is a gift you allow yourself just to find out when it is the time to laugh out loud...

when you realize you are the only teacher of the thousand faces you have to live with...inside yourself...
where dusk descends for always and sunlight pays to enter...
subliminally...no lies or apologies...just pure wishes

welcome to my world

i love you.

--Elly K.
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Staro 31.12.2004, 06:08
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On New Year's Eve, at the stroke of midnight, "Auld Lang Syne" is sang almost everywhere in the United States to bring in the New Year. Written during the 1700's, "Auld Lang Syne" means "ancient times" or "good old day". Here are the words to "Auld Lang Syne" ...

Should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

And here's a hand, my trusted friend
And there's a hand o'thine
We'll take a cup o'kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
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Staro 31.12.2004, 19:51
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...a mamo kaksno slovensko pesemco z novoletno 'kind-of' liriko...anyone?
 

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