"Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final."... Rilke
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25 March, 2020
09 July, 2015
FOSH NJE
Momenti
tu shprehur per tani.
Ngjitur, perbrenda levozhges rri.
Pret meson jo fshehurazi.
Hapur si gjymtyret qe i gati,
tashme duken. Njembedhjete!
Mendja fluturon. Jave.
Zbret po.
Kap e arrin mos,
cipa te urta. Mendjet?
Njohuri jetese me
rregullisht mbush.
Jane ne dy qe heshtin,
paralelisht. Qetesi!
Cdo nderpritet aktivitet,
kohesisht per.
Tjeter fillim.
I e stermadh. Gji.
Deshire, perlejim i bute.
Kushtim per! E re fryme.
02 September, 2014
THE ARCHITECTURE OF HAPPINESS (ALAIN DE BOTTON, 2006)
“We need a home in the psychological sense as much as we need one in the physical: to compensate for a vulnerability. We need a refuge to shore up our states of mind, because so much of the world is opposed to our allegiances. We need our rooms to align us to desirable versions of ourselves and to keep alive the important, evanescent sides of us.”
“Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.”
“We depend on our surroundings obliquely to embody the moods and ideas we respect and then to remind us of them. We look to our buildings to hold us, like a kind of psychological mould, to a helpful vision of ourselves. We arrange around us material forms which communicate to us what we need: but are at constant risk of forgetting what we need: within. We turn to wallpaper, benches, paintings and streets to staunch the disappearance of our true selves.”
“A feeling of beauty is a sign that we have come upon a material articulation of certain of our ideas of a good life.”
“It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value.”
21 November, 2013
TOMORROW IN THE BATTLE THINK ON ME [JAVIER MARIAS, 1994]
"There are four or five people in everybody's life who must be informed immediately of what is happening to us, we can't bare them to go on believing what is no longer true, not for a minute; for them to believe that we are married when we have just been widowed or that we still have parents when we have suddenly become orphans, that we have company when that company has just left, or are in good health when we have suddenly fallen ill.
That they should think us alive when we are dead."
[Javier Marias, 1994]
[Javier Marias, 1994]
14 October, 2013
THE SENSE OF AN ENDING [A BOOK FROM JULIAN BARNES, 2011]
"How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but - mainly - to ourselves."
"It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others."
"Yes, of course we were pretentious; what else is youth for?"
"I thought of the things that had happened to me over the years, and of how little I had made happen."
"Whisky, I find, helps clarity of thought. And reduces pain. It has the additional virtue of making you drunk or, if taken in sufficient quantity, very drunk."
"Novels tell us the most truth about life: what it is, how we live it, what it might be for, how we enjoy and value it, and how we lose it."
16 September, 2013
08 September, 2013
BUT WHAT SILENCE!
Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps. [Samuel Beckett]
04 September, 2013
ABOUT WEIGHTNESS, CONSCIENCE AND TIREDNESS [FERNANDO PESSOA]
There's a tiredness of abstract inteligence, and it's the most horrible
of tirednesses.
It doesn't weight on you like the tiredness of the body,
nor does it worry you like the tiredness of knowledge and emotion.
It's
a weightiness of the conscience of the world, an inability of the soul
to breathe.
26 August, 2013
10 July, 2013
MARINA ABRAMOVIC - AN ARTIST'S LIFE MANIFESTO
1. An artist's conduct in his life:
– An artist should not lie to himself or others
– An artist should not steal ideas from other artists
– An artist should not compromise for themselves or in regards to the art market
– An artist should not kill other human beings
– An artist should not make themselves into an idol
– An artist should not make themselves into an idol
– An artist should not make themselves into an idol
2. An artist's relation to his love life:
– An artist should not lie to himself or others
– An artist should not steal ideas from other artists
– An artist should not compromise for themselves or in regards to the art market
– An artist should not kill other human beings
– An artist should not make themselves into an idol
– An artist should not make themselves into an idol
– An artist should not make themselves into an idol
2. An artist's relation to his love life:
– An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist
– An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist
– An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist
3. An artist's relation to the erotic:
– An artist should develop an erotic point of view on the world
– An artist should be erotic
– An artist should be erotic
– An artist should be erotic
4. An artist's relation to suffering:
– An artist should suffer
– From the suffering comes the best work
– Suffering brings transformation
– Through the suffering an artist transcends their spirit
– Through the suffering an artist transcends their spirit
– Through the suffering an artist transcends their spirit
5. An artist's relation to depression:
– An artist should not be depressed
– Depression is a disease and should be cured
– Depression is not productive for an artist
– Depression is not productive for an artist
– Depression is not productive for an artist
6. An artist's relation to suicide:
– Suicide is a crime against life
– An artist should not commit suicide
– An artist should not commit suicide
– An artist should not commit suicide
7. An artist's relation to inspiration:
– An artist should look deep inside themselves for inspiration
– The deeper they look inside themselves, the more universal they become
– The artist is universe
– The artist is universe
– The artist is universe
8. An artist's relation to self-control:
– The artist should not have self-c ontrol about his life
– The artist should have total self-control about his work
– The artist should not have self-control about his life
– The artist should have total self-control about his work
9. An artist's relation with transparency:
– The artist should give and receive at the same time
– Transparency means receptive
– Transparency means to give
– Transparency means to receive
– Transparency means receptive
– Transparency means to give
– Transparency means to receive
– Transparency means receptive
– Transparency means to give
– Transparency means to receive
10. An artist's relation to symbols:
– An artist creates his own symbols
– Symbols are an artist's language
– The language must then be translated
– Sometimes it is difficult to find the key
– Sometimes it is difficult to find the key
– Sometimes it is difficult to find the key
11. An artist's relation to silence:
– An artist has to understand silence
– An artist has to create a space for silence to enter his work
– Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean
– Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean
– Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean
12. An artist's relation to solitude:
– An artist must make time for the long periods of solitude
– Solitude is extremely important
– Away from home
– Away from the studio
– Away from family
– Away from friends
– An artist should stay for long periods of time at waterfalls
– An artist should stay for long periods of time at exploding volcanoes
– An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the fast running rivers
– An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the horizon where the ocean and sky meet
– An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the stars in the night sky
13. An artist's conduct in relation to work:
– An artist should avoid going to the studio every day
– An artist should not treat his work schedule as a bank employee does
– An artist should explore life and work only when an idea comes to him in a dream or during the day as a vision that arises as a surprise
– An artist should not repeat himself
– An artist should not overproduce
– An artist should avoid his own art pollution
– An artist should avoid his own art pollution
– An artist should avoid his own art pollution
14. An artist's possessions:
– Buddhist monks advise that it is best to have nine possessions in their life:
1 robe for the summer
1 robe for the winter
1 pair of shoes
1 begging bowl for food
1 mosquito net
1 prayer book
1 umbrella
1 mat to sleep on
1 pair of glasses if needed
– An artist should decide for himself the minimum personal possessions they should have
– An artist should have more and more of less and less
– An artist should have more and more of less and less
– An artist should have more and more of less and less
15. A list of an artist's friends:
– An artist should have friends that lift their spirits
– An artist should have friends that lift their spirits
– An artist should have friends that lift their spirits
16. A list of an artist's enemies:
– Enemies are very important
– The Dalai Lama has said that it is easy to have compassion with friends but much more difficult to have compassion with enemies
– An artist has to learn to forgive
– An artist has to learn to forgive
– An artist has to learn to forgive
17. Different death scenarios:
– An artist has to be aware of his own mortality
– For an artist, it is not only important how he lives his life but also how he dies
– An artist should look at the symbols of his work for the signs of different death scenarios
– An artist should die consciously without fear
– An artist should die consciously without fear
– An artist should die consciously without fear
18. Different funeral scenarios: – An artist should give instructions before the funeral so that everything is done the way he wants it
– The funeral is the artist's last art piece before leaving
– The funeral is the artist's last art piece before leaving
– The funeral is the artist's last art piece before leaving
– An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist
– An artist should avoid falling in love with another artist
3. An artist's relation to the erotic:
– An artist should develop an erotic point of view on the world
– An artist should be erotic
– An artist should be erotic
– An artist should be erotic
4. An artist's relation to suffering:
– An artist should suffer
– From the suffering comes the best work
– Suffering brings transformation
– Through the suffering an artist transcends their spirit
– Through the suffering an artist transcends their spirit
– Through the suffering an artist transcends their spirit
5. An artist's relation to depression:
– An artist should not be depressed
– Depression is a disease and should be cured
– Depression is not productive for an artist
– Depression is not productive for an artist
– Depression is not productive for an artist
6. An artist's relation to suicide:
– Suicide is a crime against life
– An artist should not commit suicide
– An artist should not commit suicide
– An artist should not commit suicide
7. An artist's relation to inspiration:
– An artist should look deep inside themselves for inspiration
– The deeper they look inside themselves, the more universal they become
– The artist is universe
– The artist is universe
– The artist is universe
8. An artist's relation to self-control:
– The artist should not have self-c ontrol about his life
– The artist should have total self-control about his work
– The artist should not have self-control about his life
– The artist should have total self-control about his work
9. An artist's relation with transparency:
– The artist should give and receive at the same time
– Transparency means receptive
– Transparency means to give
– Transparency means to receive
– Transparency means receptive
– Transparency means to give
– Transparency means to receive
– Transparency means receptive
– Transparency means to give
– Transparency means to receive
10. An artist's relation to symbols:
– An artist creates his own symbols
– Symbols are an artist's language
– The language must then be translated
– Sometimes it is difficult to find the key
– Sometimes it is difficult to find the key
– Sometimes it is difficult to find the key
11. An artist's relation to silence:
– An artist has to understand silence
– An artist has to create a space for silence to enter his work
– Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean
– Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean
– Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean
12. An artist's relation to solitude:
– An artist must make time for the long periods of solitude
– Solitude is extremely important
– Away from home
– Away from the studio
– Away from family
– Away from friends
– An artist should stay for long periods of time at waterfalls
– An artist should stay for long periods of time at exploding volcanoes
– An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the fast running rivers
– An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the horizon where the ocean and sky meet
– An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the stars in the night sky
13. An artist's conduct in relation to work:
– An artist should avoid going to the studio every day
– An artist should not treat his work schedule as a bank employee does
– An artist should explore life and work only when an idea comes to him in a dream or during the day as a vision that arises as a surprise
– An artist should not repeat himself
– An artist should not overproduce
– An artist should avoid his own art pollution
– An artist should avoid his own art pollution
– An artist should avoid his own art pollution
14. An artist's possessions:
– Buddhist monks advise that it is best to have nine possessions in their life:
1 robe for the summer
1 robe for the winter
1 pair of shoes
1 begging bowl for food
1 mosquito net
1 prayer book
1 umbrella
1 mat to sleep on
1 pair of glasses if needed
– An artist should decide for himself the minimum personal possessions they should have
– An artist should have more and more of less and less
– An artist should have more and more of less and less
– An artist should have more and more of less and less
15. A list of an artist's friends:
– An artist should have friends that lift their spirits
– An artist should have friends that lift their spirits
– An artist should have friends that lift their spirits
16. A list of an artist's enemies:
– Enemies are very important
– The Dalai Lama has said that it is easy to have compassion with friends but much more difficult to have compassion with enemies
– An artist has to learn to forgive
– An artist has to learn to forgive
– An artist has to learn to forgive
17. Different death scenarios:
– An artist has to be aware of his own mortality
– For an artist, it is not only important how he lives his life but also how he dies
– An artist should look at the symbols of his work for the signs of different death scenarios
– An artist should die consciously without fear
– An artist should die consciously without fear
– An artist should die consciously without fear
18. Different funeral scenarios: – An artist should give instructions before the funeral so that everything is done the way he wants it
– The funeral is the artist's last art piece before leaving
– The funeral is the artist's last art piece before leaving
– The funeral is the artist's last art piece before leaving
26 June, 2013
'PLEASURES' [BERTOLT BRECHT]
First look from morning's window
The rediscovered book
Fascinated faces
Snow, the change of the seasons
The newspaper
The dog
Dialectics
Showering, swimming
Old music
Comfortable shoes
Comprehension
New music
Writing, planting
Traveling
Singing
Being friendly
The rediscovered book
Fascinated faces
Snow, the change of the seasons
The newspaper
The dog
Dialectics
Showering, swimming
Old music
Comfortable shoes
Comprehension
New music
Writing, planting
Traveling
Singing
Being friendly
20 June, 2013
DRITA E SYVE TE MI
Kulmi. Ora dymbedhjete.
Poshte kodres se thate
gjiri i shemtuar mbushej me te penduarit.
Ne rradhe viheshin per te pritur zbritjen,
‘Zbritjen e Rrezeve’.
Dielli reren digjte,
ruante inteligjencen,
pergjonte pafajesine e te miturve:
‘Bijve te Drites’.
E perseri,
pas faqes se asaj kodre,
fundi i botes fshihej.
Ishte andej
ku erera te forta do fershellenin...
Femijet qeshnin tutje.
Ne breg dallget perthyeshin lehte,
si te lodhura nga udhetimi i gjate.
Lagnin me rradhe reren e zeze.
Gati s'dukeshin, shkembinjte brenda ne ujin e kripur.
Me syzet blu,
peshqit e zmadhuar poshte Ajo ndiqte.
I prekte me kembet e vogla sa nje pellembe.
Nga lumturia, peshtyma i rridhte anash nofulles…
Flladi i shtatorit ndjehej me zor,
sa i perkedhelte pa deshire shkurret kafe.
Pleq te nxire luanin muzike me fizarmonika.
Bubullimat e largeta nuk trembnin akoma.
Hijet sa vinin e iknin.
Si me urdher, te gjithe ngrenin syte lart,
lart ne qiell.
Per fat te mire, asgje te re.
Vetem re te bardha,
nga avione linjeje te shperndara keq.
Kaos?
Te qara vogelushesh prishnin lojen e te rinjve.
Dmth: shikime, puthje, zili e me vone Boshllek...
Poshte kodres se thate
gjiri i shemtuar mbushej me te penduarit.
Ne rradhe viheshin per te pritur zbritjen,
‘Zbritjen e Rrezeve’.
Dielli reren digjte,
ruante inteligjencen,
pergjonte pafajesine e te miturve:
‘Bijve te Drites’.
E perseri,
pas faqes se asaj kodre,
fundi i botes fshihej.
Ishte andej
ku erera te forta do fershellenin...
Femijet qeshnin tutje.
Ne breg dallget perthyeshin lehte,
si te lodhura nga udhetimi i gjate.
Lagnin me rradhe reren e zeze.
Gati s'dukeshin, shkembinjte brenda ne ujin e kripur.
Me syzet blu,
peshqit e zmadhuar poshte Ajo ndiqte.
I prekte me kembet e vogla sa nje pellembe.
Nga lumturia, peshtyma i rridhte anash nofulles…
Flladi i shtatorit ndjehej me zor,
sa i perkedhelte pa deshire shkurret kafe.
Pleq te nxire luanin muzike me fizarmonika.
Bubullimat e largeta nuk trembnin akoma.
Hijet sa vinin e iknin.
Si me urdher, te gjithe ngrenin syte lart,
lart ne qiell.
Per fat te mire, asgje te re.
Vetem re te bardha,
nga avione linjeje te shperndara keq.
Kaos?
Te qara vogelushesh prishnin lojen e te rinjve.
Dmth: shikime, puthje, zili e me vone Boshllek...
Ata lexonin gazeta bajate.
Kenaqeshin me titujt, shtypur me shkronja te trasha.
Ne pak sekonda, palosnin faqet katrore.
Te pergjumur, enderronin te dashura imagjinare,
pasuri faraonike. Qeshnin.
Vreri u vinte nga lypesat me ngjyre.
Kthenin kokat
e me peshqiret e mendafshte fshiheshin.
Pasqyrimi i rrezeve mbi uje po ndodhte i plote,
cuditerisht verberues ate te merkure.
Afer fundit te oqeanit,
ajo ndiqte peshkun ngjyre-floriri.
Ne lekuren e bute si sfungjer
dominonte e bardha.
Te tjeret neper cadra mbyllnin syte,
luteshin per kohe me te mire,
per me shume diell.
Luteshin per nxehtesi,
te ngjashme me ate te Ferrit.
Hijet… hijet horizontalisht u zgjaten.
Flladi u shnderrua ne ere te ngrohte.
Si ajer i ndenjur u spostua.
Rete u gufuan.
Kapelet e pushuesve flakeruan tej,
me lart se balonat tauke ate mesdite.
Muzika u pre si me thike.
Prinderitu nxituan,
mallkuan fundjaven e kote,
grisen veshjet ngjyre-ylberi,
urryen unazat ne gisht,
moren udhe te ndryshme… Harruan!
“Lundrues, ku shkoi dashuria juaj?
Ndriconi edhe njehere…”:
trasmetonte nje radio, akoma e ndezur.
Nishanet Asaj iu zmadhuan.
Irida e syve ndryshoi ngjyre.
Trupi iu tkurr.
Buleza vezake djerse avulluan…
Zeri i tij me timber unifom,
afroi shpende te zinj.
Format e dallgeve me fatkeqe e turbulluan.
Vargjet e zeza, perseritese,
gjeten vend ne stuhine verore.
Shiu zbriti me fuqi.
Me lotet mbi fytyra, piklat u perzien…
Ata te dy vraponin.
Te hutuar therrisnin “Era, Era…”.
Vone?
Ngurtesohen. Gjunjezohen... Luten per Fundin.
Me plot vullnet, vogelushi po recitonte:
“dhe Oqeani do ta… marre, Valet do te luajne…”.
Ne uje te gjithe peshqit ishin zhdukur.
Kenaqeshin me titujt, shtypur me shkronja te trasha.
Ne pak sekonda, palosnin faqet katrore.
Te pergjumur, enderronin te dashura imagjinare,
pasuri faraonike. Qeshnin.
Vreri u vinte nga lypesat me ngjyre.
Kthenin kokat
e me peshqiret e mendafshte fshiheshin.
Pasqyrimi i rrezeve mbi uje po ndodhte i plote,
cuditerisht verberues ate te merkure.
Afer fundit te oqeanit,
ajo ndiqte peshkun ngjyre-floriri.
Ne lekuren e bute si sfungjer
dominonte e bardha.
Te tjeret neper cadra mbyllnin syte,
luteshin per kohe me te mire,
per me shume diell.
Luteshin per nxehtesi,
te ngjashme me ate te Ferrit.
Hijet… hijet horizontalisht u zgjaten.
Flladi u shnderrua ne ere te ngrohte.
Si ajer i ndenjur u spostua.
Rete u gufuan.
Kapelet e pushuesve flakeruan tej,
me lart se balonat tauke ate mesdite.
Muzika u pre si me thike.
Prinderitu nxituan,
mallkuan fundjaven e kote,
grisen veshjet ngjyre-ylberi,
urryen unazat ne gisht,
moren udhe te ndryshme… Harruan!
“Lundrues, ku shkoi dashuria juaj?
Ndriconi edhe njehere…”:
trasmetonte nje radio, akoma e ndezur.
Nishanet Asaj iu zmadhuan.
Irida e syve ndryshoi ngjyre.
Trupi iu tkurr.
Buleza vezake djerse avulluan…
Zeri i tij me timber unifom,
afroi shpende te zinj.
Format e dallgeve me fatkeqe e turbulluan.
Vargjet e zeza, perseritese,
gjeten vend ne stuhine verore.
Shiu zbriti me fuqi.
Me lotet mbi fytyra, piklat u perzien…
Ata te dy vraponin.
Te hutuar therrisnin “Era, Era…”.
Vone?
Ngurtesohen. Gjunjezohen... Luten per Fundin.
Me plot vullnet, vogelushi po recitonte:
“dhe Oqeani do ta… marre, Valet do te luajne…”.
Ne uje te gjithe peshqit ishin zhdukur.
ODE TO BICYCLES
I was walking
down
a sizzling road:
the sun popped like
a field of blazing maize,
the
earth
was hot,
an infinite circle
with an empty
blue sky overhead.
A few bicycles
passed
me by,
the only
insects
in
that dry
moment of summer,
silent,
swift,
translucent;
they
barely stirred
the air.
Workers and girls
were riding to their
factories,
giving
their eyes
to summer,
their heads to the sky,
sitting on the
hard
beetle backs
of the whirling
bicycles
that whirred
as they rode by
bridges, rosebushes, brambles
and midday.
I thought about evening when
the boys
wash up,
sing, eat, raise
a cup
of wine
in honor
of love
and life,
and waiting
at the door,
the bicycle,
stilled,
because
only moving
does it have a soul,
and fallen there
it isn't
a translucent insect
humming
through summer
but
a cold
skeleton
that will return to
life
only
when it's needed,
when it's light,
that is,
with
the
resurrection
of each day.
down
a sizzling road:
the sun popped like
a field of blazing maize,
the
earth
was hot,
an infinite circle
with an empty
blue sky overhead.
A few bicycles
passed
me by,
the only
insects
in
that dry
moment of summer,
silent,
swift,
translucent;
they
barely stirred
the air.
Workers and girls
were riding to their
factories,
giving
their eyes
to summer,
their heads to the sky,
sitting on the
hard
beetle backs
of the whirling
bicycles
that whirred
as they rode by
bridges, rosebushes, brambles
and midday.
I thought about evening when
the boys
wash up,
sing, eat, raise
a cup
of wine
in honor
of love
and life,
and waiting
at the door,
the bicycle,
stilled,
because
only moving
does it have a soul,
and fallen there
it isn't
a translucent insect
humming
through summer
but
a cold
skeleton
that will return to
life
only
when it's needed,
when it's light,
that is,
with
the
resurrection
of each day.
[ Pablo Neruda ]
11 June, 2013
10 May, 2013
GASTR DEL SOL / TONY CONRAD - THE JAPANESE ROOM AT LA PAGODE
I had a dream
that I shared a space
with every living thing.
Huge and waiting in the even light,
there stood a wall covered with windows and doors
variously labeled with animal spoors and marked with names.
variously labeled with animal spoors and marked with names.
As soon as I focused it clearly,
each ancient door mysteriously became open,
and a sound current flowed out all over the infinite plain.
and a sound current flowed out all over the infinite plain.
Other doors opened from time to time,
reverberating the sound everywhere,
but differently.
And then suddenly there was nothing alive,
And then suddenly there was nothing alive,
but nothing had changed,
and when I had returned, the sound was still there.
22 April, 2013
HOW COME I END UP WHERE I STARTED? HOW COME I END UP WHERE I WENT WRONG? - ['FIFTEEN STEPS', RADIOHEAD]
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You used to reel me out and then you cut the string
You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue
Did your string come undone
One by one
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You used to reel me out and then you cut the string
You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue
Did your string come undone
One by one
One by one
It comes to us all
It's as soft as your pillow
You used to be alright
What happened?
Et cetera, et cetera
Facts for whatever
You used to be alright
What happened?
Et cetera, et cetera
Facts for whatever
Fifteen steps
Then a shear drop
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string
17 April, 2013
MJ GALLERY
I'm white.
I'm black.
I'm mixed.
For something to be interesting to me
it has to engage a numbers of issues.
To me
music and art are the most sensual way
to interpret what is surrounding us.
Yeah,
I'm sexy.
But I am broke.
I can give a lot of love
with a little help from my friend.
We will do great things
slam dunks and poetry.
We are going to share moments.
You will hold in your heart for ever.
Please,
tell me I'm not alone.
I'm black.
I'm mixed.
For something to be interesting to me
it has to engage a numbers of issues.
To me
music and art are the most sensual way
to interpret what is surrounding us.
Yeah,
I'm sexy.
But I am broke.
I can give a lot of love
with a little help from my friend.
We will do great things
slam dunks and poetry.
We are going to share moments.
You will hold in your heart for ever.
Please,
tell me I'm not alone.
04 April, 2013
01 April, 2013
THE MAKING OF...
It is interesting to me how spiritual internal conditions change.
What I care is the exact point when it occurs. It should be called 'the making of'.
Personally I think that the action performed is a greater awareness of the quality of the world we live.
Personally I think that the action performed is a greater awareness of the quality of the world we live.
But it is good to know more about this aspect.
And it could be curious how this is reflected to the relationships with the people around us...
[NE SHQIP]
Eshte interesante si gjendjet e brendshme shpirterore ndryshojne.
Ajo qe me intereson eshte pika e sakte kur ndodh kthesa. Duhet te quhet 'pika e kryerjes'.
Personalisht mendoj se aksioni qe kryhet eshte nje vetedije me e madhe mbi cilesine e botes ku jetojme.
Por eshte mire sikur te dime me shume per kete aspekt.
Kurioze eshte si kjo pasqyrohet ne marredheniet me njerezit qe na rrethojne...
And it could be curious how this is reflected to the relationships with the people around us...
[NE SHQIP]
Eshte interesante si gjendjet e brendshme shpirterore ndryshojne.
Ajo qe me intereson eshte pika e sakte kur ndodh kthesa. Duhet te quhet 'pika e kryerjes'.
Personalisht mendoj se aksioni qe kryhet eshte nje vetedije me e madhe mbi cilesine e botes ku jetojme.
Por eshte mire sikur te dime me shume per kete aspekt.
Kurioze eshte si kjo pasqyrohet ne marredheniet me njerezit qe na rrethojne...
19 March, 2013
A.S. BYATT - POSSESSION [NOVEL]
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Capite quello che voglio dire? Quando scrivo so.
Ricordate le meravigliose parole del giovane Keats - non sono sicuro di nulla, se non della santità dei sentimenti del Cuore e della verità dell'Immaginazione.
Ora io non sto dicendo - Bellezza è Verità, Verità è Bellezza, o analoghi sofismi. Sto dicendo che senza l'immaginazione dell'Autore nulla può vivere per noi - vivi o morti, o giù vivi e ora morti, o in attesa di nascere.
Ahimè, ho cercato di dirvi la mia verità - e ho finito per scrivere cupi sofismi sulla poesia. Ma voi sapete - credo che voi sappiate.
Ditemi che sapete - e che non è semplice - o semplicemente da rifiutare - esiste una verità dell'Immaginazione.
Possessione - A.S. Byatt