Reci pravo

SMEH


Jutros sam se nasmejao?
Čudno.
Dugo se nisam smejao.
Dugo za to nije ni postojao razlog.
Ne postoji ni sad.
Ono jutros je bilo skroz slučajno.

SNAGA SNA

Strpljivo stojim u mestu

Stojim i ne pada mi na pamet da se pomerim.

Korak ode bez mene.

I telo ode.

Sve je otišlo, totalno rasut...

Stojim?

Ko mi dade toliko dobre volje.

~~~

JaKo jE LeP OseĆAj

kADA sREćaN sI

ZAto ŠTo NekoGA voLIŠ.

dA li I JA iMam pRaVo

na tAj OSEćAj.

Jedan od par vrhunskih rezultata ovog napora da se odsanja svoja rock muzika, koja bi bila dobra kao i ono najbolje americko ili englesko, jeste rad grupe Obojeni program iz Novog sada. Osnovani 1980 kao posledica novotalasne slobodoumnosti i decackog(kulturnog) avanturizma OP su odrasli na finoj hrani sastavljenoj od najsmelijih muzickih sastojaka britanskog new wavea i punka. Izlizane ploce na polici Branislava BabicaKebre, jedinog preostalog clana iz originalne postave, recito govore o tome komnasledju ovaj sastav pripada - The Fall, Wire, Magazine, Joy Division, Slits, Pop Group,Raincoats.

"Prvo pevanje", Branko Miljković

Obreh se u nekoj mračnoj šumi
To je bila šuma koja je pojela nebo
šuma iz koje kad izađoh videh
da nisam izašao da su me zveri pojele
i znah da će biti gorko da pričam
o tome šta sam video i nisam
video kad uđoh u njen mrak i ne izađoh
iz te šume što je zelenim čeljustima
pojela svoje staze i izgubila se u sebi
postoji jedna topla obala breg zelenila i jedna
Beatriča
ali su tri čeljusti tri makaze i tri noža
da voleo bih povratak
išao sam ispred sebe po isplakanom
putu i pesak je ujedao za stopala
ko staklo i videh pse koji su grizli zemlju
videh grešnike kako ih vitla zli vetar
nebo što laje i kišu prokletstva tešku
i večitu
videh slepe vode Stiksa i blato mržnje
videh grad u plamenu i žene čije su ruke zmije
videh zid plača bez zvezda
i čuh reči bola u vrtlogu
onih koji su postali drvo ili kamen
i ne mogu se smrti nadati
onih jadnih koji se nikada nisu rodili
videh videh videh i čuh i zaplakah
svirala od zemlje od šume
od krvi
dozivala drugu obalu
na kobnom žalu stajo narod i plako
o jao jao vama duše uklete
s balsamovanim rukama i usnama od krvi
videh videh videh čuh i padoh mrtav
o Aheronte Aheronte
sve strane sveta stiču se na tvojim obalama.

Branko Miljković (1934-1961)

"Death and Fame" by Allen Ginsberg

When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother 96, Aunt

Honey from old Newark, Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-in-law
blonde Connie, five nephews, stepbrothers & sisters their grandchildren, companion Peter Orlovsky, caretakers Rosenthal & Hale, Bill Morgan--
Next, teacher Trungpa Vajracharya's ghost mind, Gelek Rinpoche, there Sakyong
Mipham, Dalai Lama alert, chance visiting America, Satchitananda Swami Shivananda, Dehorahava Baba, Karmapa XVI, Dudjom Rinpoche, Katagiri &
Suzuki Roshi's phantoms Baker, Whalen, Daido Loorie, Qwong, Frail White-haired Kapleau Roshis, Lama Tarchen --
Then, most important, lovers over half-century
Dozens, a hundred, more, older fellows bald & rich
young boys met naked recently in bed, crowds surprised to see each other,
innumerable, intimate, exchanging memories
"He taught me to meditate, now I'm an old veteran of the thousand day retreat --"
"I played music on subway platforms, I'm straight but loved him he loved me"
"I felt more love from him at 19 than ever from anyone"
"We'd lie under covers gossip, read my poetry, hug & kiss belly to belly arms round each other"
"I'd always get into his bed with underwear on & by morning my skivvies would be on the floor"
"Japanese, always wanted take it up my bum with a master"
"We'd talk all night about Kerouac & Cassady sit Buddhalike then sleep in his captain's bed."
"He seemed to need so much affection, a shame not to make him happy"
"I was lonely never in bed nude with anyone before, he was so gentle my stomach
shuddered when he traced his finger along my abdomen nipple to hips-- "
"All I did was lay back eyes closed, he'd bring me to come with mouth & fingers along my waist"
"He gave great head"
So there be gossip from loves of 1948, ghost of Neal Cassady commingling with flesh and
youthful blood of 1997 and surprise -- "You too? But I thought you were straight!"
"I am but Ginsberg an exception, for some reason he pleased me."
"I forgot whether I was straight gay queer or funny, was myself, tender and
affectionate to be kissed on the top of my head, my forehead throat heart & solar plexus, mid-belly. on my prick, tickled with his
tongue my behind" "l loved the way he'd recite 'But at my back allways hear/ time's winged chariot hurrying near,' heads together, eye to eye, on a pillow --"
Among lovers one handsome youth straggling the rear
"I studied his poetry class, 17 year-old kid, ran some errands to his walk-up flat, seduced me didn't want to, made me come, went home, never saw him again never wanted to... "
"He couldn't get it up but loved me," "A clean old man." "He made sure I came first"
This the crowd most surprised proud at ceremonial place of honor--
Then poets & musicians -- college boys' grunge bands -- age-old rock star Beatles,
faithful guitar accompanists, gay classical conductors, unknown high Jazz
music composers, funky trumpeters, bowed bass & french horn black
geniuses, folksinger fiddlers with dobro tamborine harmonica mandolin
autoharp pennywhistles & kazoos Next, artist Italian romantic realists schooled in mystic 60's India, Late fauve
Tuscan painter-poets, Classicdraftsman Massachusets surreal jackanapes
with continental wives, poverty sketchbook gesso oil watercolor masters from American provinces Then highschool teachers, lonely Irish librarians, delicate bibliophiles, sex liberation troops nay
armies, ladies of either sex "I met him dozens of times he never remembered my name I loved him anyway, true artist"
"Nervous breakdown after menopause, his poetry humor saved me from suicide hospitals"
"Charmant, genius with modest manners, washed sink, dishes my studio guest a week
in Budapest" Thousands of readers, "Howl changed my life in Libertyville Illinois"
"I saw him read Montclair State Teachers College decided be a poet-- "
"He turned me on, I started with garage rock sang my songs in Kansas City"
"Kaddish made me weep for myself & father alive in Nevada City"
"Father Death comforted me when my sister died Boston l982"
"I read what he said in a newsmagazine, blew my mind, realized others like me out there"
Deaf & Dumb bards with hand signing quick brilliant gestures
Then Journalists, editors's secretaries, agents, portraitists & photography
aficionados, rock critics, cultured laborors, cultural historians come to
witness the historic funeral Super-fans, poetasters, aging Beatnicks & Deadheads, autograph-hunters, distinguishedpaparazzi, intelligent gawkers
Everyone knew they were part of 'History" except the deceased
who never knew exactly what was happening even when I was alive

(Allen Ginsberg 1926-1997, American poet)

Autopsija ništavila (Alen Boske)

Nikada nemam nostalgiju za sobom.
Ja sam samo trenutak koji prepoznaje svoj pad.
Ja sam reč koja ne izražava
ni biće ni stvar.
Zaboravio sam da sam izgubio uspomene,
kamenčiće na jednom bednom puteljku.
Treba li da aplaudiram onome što me briše:
vetru, snegu,
želji da ne budem ništa?
Kakav se to fosil kreće
mojim plućima?
Odlučio sam se na autopsiju ništavila.
Dovoljno mi je da budem neodređen
da bih zaslužio
najčistiju odsutnost.

(Alen Boske 1919-1998, franc.pesnik)

The Radio dept. - Pulling Our Weight

Pulling Our Weight
(by the radio dept.)

In time we might walk the straight line

But with memories of a grapevine

A guitar, as we came close from far

Forgot about the war

We barely touched

As if being watched

And even in time

We'll give in to crime

We'll be on the line

Pulling our weight

Many miles from where I'm sleeping

You share laughter in the evening

As do I, in the great divine

Yours is mine

We'll find love

The kind we're dreaming of

And even in time

We'll give in to crime

We'll be on the line

Pulling our weight