Ovaj deo sadrži razne autore,od srednjeg veka do hip-hopa.Možete mi slati vaše pesme i ja ću ih postaviti ovde .
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Just one note
Could make me float
Could make me float away
One note from
The song she wrote
Could fuck me where I lay
Just one note
Could make me choke
One note that's
Not a lie
Just one note
Could cut my throat
One could make me die
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Vikinška vizija raja
Za razliku od ostalih njih odlikuje neprekidna borba i nemir,
Stanja tako neprirodna za naše rajske vizije,
Jer ni u Walhali bitke umrlih ratnika ne prestaju .
Svakoga dana bog Odin priređuje gozbu za najvrednije među njima,
I svakoga dana mrtvi se do ponovne smrti bore za svoje mesto za trpezom.
Utešno je međutim ,
Što ubijeni vaskrsavaju sutradan za novu bitku
I što šanse za obred sa Bogom nikad nisu zauvek izgubljene.
Tokom zemaljskih bitaka izabrani od Walkira za raj
Vi niste penzionisani kada se napokon nađete u Raju.
Naprotiv,dok ste na Zemlji između ratova imali bar malo mira
Gore u Walhali morate se tući
Svakodnevno
Večno
I bez predaha !
Borislav Pekić - "Kako upokojiti vampira"
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Persona
Persona je maska koju prihvata osoba kao odgovor na zahteve društvene konvencije i tradicije i na svoje unutarnje arhetipne potrebe.
To je uloga koju društvo daje nekom čoveku,uloga koju društvo očekuje da će je on igrati u životu.
Cilj maske je da učini određeni utisak na druge i ona često,mada ne nužno,sakriva stvarnu prirodu te osobe.
Persona je javna ličnost,to su one strane koje čovek pokazuje svetu,ili koje javno mnjenje pripisuje jedinki,nasuprot skrivenoj ličnosti koja postoji iza društvene fasade.
Ako se Ja poistoveti sa personom,kao što se često čini,jedinka postaje svesnija uloge koju igra nego što je svesna svojih izvornih osećanja.
Ona postaje otuđena od same sebe i njena celokupna ličnost poprima ravan ili dvodimenzionalni kvalitet.
Ona postaje samo privid čoveka,odblesak društva umesto autonomnog ljudskog bića.
C.G.Jung
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I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But it's ironic ... That unknown was once very well known. It's where our souls belong ... The only solution is to confront them -- confront yourself -- with the greatest fear imaginable. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your senses for an act. You give up your ability to feel and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.
You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him -- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him.
Some people surrender their freedom willingly--but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents; they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you are born with. There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.
Teachers,religious leaders-even friends, or so-called friends -- take over where the parents leave off. They demand that we feel the only feelings they want and expect from us. They demand all the time that we preform feelings for them. We're like actors-turned loose in this world to wander in search of a phantom ... endlessly searching for a half-forgotten shadow of our lost reality. When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder ... the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.
That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you. You have to do it on your own. If you look to somebody else to do it for you -- somebody outside yourself -- you're still depending on others. You're still vulnerable to those repressive,evil outside forces, too.
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to -- letting a person be what he really is ... Most people love you for who you pretend to be ... To keep their love, you keep pretending -- preforming. You get to love your pretense ... It's true, we're locked in an image, an act -- and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image -- they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forgot all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it -- they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession .
Most people have no idea what they're missing. Or society places a supreme value on control -- hiding what you feel. Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on supression of natural instincts and impulses.
Jim Morrison
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Nietzsche calls the idea "horrifying and paralyzing", and says that its burden is the "heaviest weight" ("das schwerste Gewicht") imaginable. The wish for the eternal return of all events would mark the ultimate affirmation of life:
What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.'
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Sir Thomas Browne in his Religio Medici of 1643:
And in this sense, I say, the world was before the Creation, and at an end before it had a beginning; and thus was I dead before I was alive, though my grave be England, my dying place was Paradise, and Eve miscarried of me before she conceived of Cain.
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Jim Morrison spoke about the idea of eternal recurrence. "Well, we're all in the cosmic movie, you know that! That means the day you die, you gotta watch your whole life recurring eternally forever, in CinemaScope, 3-D. So you better have some good incidents happenin' in there... and a fitting climax"
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For Kierkegaard's author, Vigilius Haufniensis, dread or anxiety/angst (depending on the translation and context) is unfocused fear. Haufniensis uses the example of a man standing on the edge of a tall building or cliff. When the man looks over the edge, he experiences a focused fear of falling, but at the same time, the man feels a terrifying impulse to throw himself intentionally off the edge. That experience is dread or anxiety because of our complete freedom to choose to either throw oneself off or to stay put. The mere fact that one has the possibility and freedom to do something, even the most terrifying of possibilities, triggers immense feelings of dread. Haufniensis called this our "dizziness of freedom."
Armin Huseinović - Pijana Pjesma
“Dinosauria, We” by Charles Bukowski
Potapanje u filmsku mitologiju
Poeziju nalazim na najneočekivanijim mestima
U scenarijima dzank fast food filmova kakav je Sudija Dred,kad Asante kaže Slaju :
"Kriv si,zato što si čovek a mogli smo da budemo bogovi"
U Fight Clubu i lansiranim majmunima - "Kao prvi majmuni lansirani u svemir,svemirski majmuni"
U Gibsonovom Stradanju Isusa - kada Isus posrne izbičovan i priđe mu keva - a on kaže : " Vidiš majko,ja sve novo stvaram"- kako moćna,monolitna rečenica
Gomila Ničeovih rečenica za mene su poezija,u njegovom svetu koji ne rešava,ne raskrinkava ništa
Starozavetna poezija i njegova duga kao zavet između ljudi i Boga da više neće biti potopa
Misao starih Grka - presokratovaca,neiskvarena,nenaučna i naivna - izvorna,iskonska,ti ljudi su znali da se iskreno čude na čemu im zavidim,oni su gledali u zvezde bez znanja o njihovom jebenom hemijskom sastavu
U zabačenoj fus-noti Pekićevog romana i Walhali,čiji sam arhetip više puta sanjao
U samoj pojavi kultivisane bele sede brade starca nalik Hemingveju
U izgubljenom pogledu 19-godišnje devojke koja pilji u špansku sapunicu i mašta kako bi bilo sjajno da ona tako manipuliše muškarcima
To su samo neki od slučajeva kada su mi se,kao što Blejk kaže,vrata percepcije pročistila...
Za kraj,nešto najbolje,po mom mišljenju, ikada napisano;opet sam na to naleteo u filmu - Ekvilibrium;od William Butler Yeats-a irskog pesnika
Aedh Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet :
But I,being poor,have only my dreams ;
I have spread my dreams under your feet ;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Ne bih da ovo skrnavim prevodom.Pozdrav.Stvarajte poeziju.