u nekom od postova si napisala
Citat:Ne znam da li ti se dogodilo da te recimo slusanje odredjenih tonova neke carobne ,ali obavezno provokativne harmonije -(tog najcudesnijeg i najtoplijeg spoja srca i duse) toliko obujmi i istrosi, da se osecas energetski potpuno ''izgladnelo ''sa posebnim osecajem likovanja nad snagom tako neodoljivo lepog demona,kome se ne mozes odupreti,jer pre svega to ne zelis ...,pomalo uplasena ,ali sa licnim i dobrovoljnim uplivom u taj ''zli woodnote,'' koji tako prija...a imas zelju da trajeeeee i trajeeeee???
dakle, da pevamo mi tvom intruderu ole lole, mile sele i da mu nezno sapucemo na uvo (da nam te ne dira) i da mu pustamo muziku po zelji
ovaj ti intruder mnogo lepsi od nas ; elem, kad se pomenu ta osecanja koja te prozimaju zadovoljstvom i istovremeno vode u ponor, meni je prva asocijacija kurt kobejn; neodoljiva unutrasnja lepota i znas da vuce u ambis i ne razmisljas uopste da kazes ne! lepo je imati u zivotu ovakve trenutke, ali treba umeti poigravati se njima; zato ja moram da stavim spot u cast coveka koji mora da bude u ovom blogu i pesmu gde ja mogu samo da cutim i buljim i govorim da sta god me pitali
Silija ::vala, ljubiacasta, ovo uopste nije bezopasno; ima takav glas da ti kaze u reku - u reku; ali lepo da se slusa bwe
Ma...to sto nije bezopasno...,nego vas dve ste ''opasnice''-prodirete u moje nesvesno,samo tako...(muzika je jedna od mojih slabosti...ko to zna,lako me moze ''kaznjavati''...)
za siliju i danku
love song for a vampire - original od annie ne moze na embedd, ali evo ville verzije
Dopuna: 19 Maj 2009 22:20
Leonard Cohen - The Stranger Song
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
Ah you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
and suddenly you feel a little older
You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
Dopuna: 26 Maj 2009 14:41
Citat:nemoguce mi je da idem napred dok ne odem skroz nazad. kako da presecem nesto sto u potpunosti ne poznajem? meni sleduje rasceprkavanje. moram uci u blato, u pomijaru, u glistu, u crva, a ako bude bilo potrebno i u barem jednu bestiju, moram se saobraziti sa svim sto mi je gadno, da bih Gadno razumela, tako da Ono mene u meni ne remeti, da mogu mirno da ga sklonim ispred ili iza sebe i napravim celovit i slobodan korak napred.
Citat:....ukoliko te ne prepadne mrkocrni pas iz tvoje sopstvene zasede...a ne smes ga ubiti, moras s njim zaplesati, moras ga odobrovoljiti, mora ti olizati svu krv s tabana...treba stici do dzelata i neznim najtananijim dodirom rastvoriti njegovu saku, tako da ispusti sekiru, mac, konopac, rucku...ispreplesti svoje prste s njegovima, uzglobljena se peti brdom strmim i milovanim...
m.j.
Ja sam bio hitac prirode,hitac u
neizvesno,mozda radi neceg novog,
mozda ni radi cega,i moj poziv
bilo je jedino to da taj hitac iz
pradubine pustim da dejstvuje,
da osetim u sebi njegovu volju i da
ga nacinim potpuno svojim.
Hajde ,...ovako ''za inat'', da pokusam malo do dubina Heseovih u posetu ''njegovim intruderima'' i jos vise od toga..!Velikan je',bio i ostao,-taj cudesni, genijalni umetnik! Svojim raskosnim izrazom, doziva citaoca da vec od 15- godina, bude primecen, i zauzme stalno mesto na policama ili u rukama:i to, za ''ispitivanje nivoa sopstvene dokazivosti u trajanju'',uz pojacano strahopostovanje usled ogromne moci misli i izraza, prema njegovoj sustinskoj neshvatljivosti ! I ja ga tad, prvi put citah ali, i doziveh, kao neku bajkovitu predstavu sa elementima horora''(jooooj,da me sada pronadju neki ''kriticari'' i ljubitelji njegovog dela,al,bi se provela...pa takvog nobelovca sam svrstala u ''zemlju nedodjiju''' i usudjujem se da o njemu pisem gluposti...)
Zasto Hese...i zasto ovde? ..Ima mnogo razloga...
Kakav covek,kakav umetnik..kakav caroban talenat,u traganju za sopstvenom dubinom citavog zivota,u potrazi za celinom svog cudesnog i suptilnog bica!Ostvarujuci postepeno u sebi sintezu kasnog evropskog romantizma, obogatio je covecanstvo stihovima koje mogu da udju u svaku svetsku antologiju pesama,parom divnih pastelnih akvarela i brojnim romanima od kojih su najpoznatiji Demijan,Sidarta,Igra staklenih perli...
Evo Hesea...
''Covek mora umeti da se uvuce potpuno u samoga sebe kao kornjaca.Nema nijedne,nijedne duznosti za probudjene ljude osim ove:traziti samoga sebe,postati cvrst u samome sebi,napipati svoj vlastiti put koji vodi unapred,kuda god bilo da vodi''.
Ovaj genijalni pisac je uvek nekako uspevao da u raznim periodima svoga zivota ,uvek u sebi pronadje ostatke iscrpljene snage i da ispliva na povrsinu.Tako je i napipao svoj vlastiti put i njime odlucno zakoracio u buducnost...tako je i preobratio jednog od ''svojih intrudera ''u ''dobrog,valjanog momka''...Teska neuroza,bolesni kompleksi puni strahova,nesigurnosti,depresije,u jednom momentu svog zivota doveli su ga do pokusaja samoubistva...Sopstveni napor, je ovaj veliki pisac ulozio, da se''preobrati'' i zaodene ''plastom dobrote,pravednosti i uspona'',ali u tome mu je narocito pomogao psihoterapijska analiza dr Jozefa Langa,talentovanog Jungovog ucenika...
