11.5.06
Ringthane wrote:
Learning and inner growth should be promoted as an end in themselves, not to get a job.
Oliver wrote:
I agree, but 'fine words butter no parsnips'. I just believe that most people couldn't care less about inner growth, but rather worry where to get money from to buy stuff. Learning is only seen as a goal by those who are financially secure.
Or, with Brecht: Erst kommt das Fressen, und dann die Moral (first the food, then the morals). I'm not claiming that there are no exceptions, but to me this seems to be the general attitude.
Ringthane wrote:
That's exactly why I think we need to:
- eradicate money
- eradicate nationhood
- establish acracy preferrably overnight
- punish the ones who would establish the "dark path" again, e.g. technocrats, powermongers, criminals, ignorants (not nescient people); it's their right to be thus, as it is our right to exclude them of any communal improvements
- transcend the Santa Claus complex and other urban myths, like believing that there is enough humane quality to the species as a whole, that would enable any voter or trustee to mandate, rightfully and rationally, the exercise of power.
Oliver wrote:
I agree, but 'fine words butter no parsnips'. I just believe that most people couldn't care less about inner growth, but rather worry where to get money from to buy stuff. Learning is only seen as a goal by those who are financially secure.
Or, with Brecht: Erst kommt das Fressen, und dann die Moral (first the food, then the morals). I'm not claiming that there are no exceptions, but to me this seems to be the general attitude.
Ringthane wrote:
That's exactly why I think we need to:
- eradicate money
- eradicate nationhood
- establish acracy preferrably overnight
- punish the ones who would establish the "dark path" again, e.g. technocrats, powermongers, criminals, ignorants (not nescient people); it's their right to be thus, as it is our right to exclude them of any communal improvements
- transcend the Santa Claus complex and other urban myths, like believing that there is enough humane quality to the species as a whole, that would enable any voter or trustee to mandate, rightfully and rationally, the exercise of power.
10.5.06
Quando estás perante uma situação incontornável, se além das soluções canónicas só existe outra, que é tida por impossível, então não pensas; não ponderas, nem te medes contra a soma das tuas insuficiências e das feras do mundo. Não te interrogas se é real ou não. Apreende-la, e ages como se pudesse ser feito.
É tão verdade para que seja assim mesmo.
Até esgotar o coração.
9.5.06
It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
(Bargeld)
Above the Madhouse
Above a madhouse is strolling
a moonstruck moon.
A Shadow-man is walking around a white garden
absorbed in his sad chin.
As if in a kaleidoscope,
currencies, stocks were dancing before him
in a rainbow fire burning away.
An ex-banker, prisoner of papers
now strolling
with the moonstruck moon
behind the white walls of a madhouse.
This is freedom,
the horrible freedom
you have stepping behind the invisible walls
of expanded human consciousness,
which unfolds in a terrible
immensity.
-Srecko Kosovel
Above a madhouse is strolling
a moonstruck moon.
A Shadow-man is walking around a white garden
absorbed in his sad chin.
As if in a kaleidoscope,
currencies, stocks were dancing before him
in a rainbow fire burning away.
An ex-banker, prisoner of papers
now strolling
with the moonstruck moon
behind the white walls of a madhouse.
This is freedom,
the horrible freedom
you have stepping behind the invisible walls
of expanded human consciousness,
which unfolds in a terrible
immensity.
-Srecko Kosovel
8.5.06
5.5.06
Iucundum, mea vita, mihi proponis amorem
hunc nostrum inter nos perpetuumque fore.
di magni, facite ut vere promittere possit,
atque id sincere dicat et ex animo,
ut liceat nobis tota perducere vita
aeternum hoc sanctae foedus amicitiae.
You, my life, promise that this love
of ours between us shall be agreeable and last forever.
Great gods, arrange for her to speak the truth,
and to say this sincere and from the bottom of her heart,
so that it is granted us to continue all our life
this treaty of inviolable friendship.
Lov meg, du, mitt liv,
at vår kjærlighet skal vare i all evighet.
Store gudene, om hun bare snakker sant,
om hun sier dette i all ærlighet og fra hjertets bunn
så vi kan fortsette resten av livet
med vår hellig vennskapspakt
-Gaius Valerius Catullus-
hunc nostrum inter nos perpetuumque fore.
di magni, facite ut vere promittere possit,
atque id sincere dicat et ex animo,
ut liceat nobis tota perducere vita
aeternum hoc sanctae foedus amicitiae.
You, my life, promise that this love
of ours between us shall be agreeable and last forever.
Great gods, arrange for her to speak the truth,
and to say this sincere and from the bottom of her heart,
so that it is granted us to continue all our life
this treaty of inviolable friendship.
Lov meg, du, mitt liv,
at vår kjærlighet skal vare i all evighet.
Store gudene, om hun bare snakker sant,
om hun sier dette i all ærlighet og fra hjertets bunn
så vi kan fortsette resten av livet
med vår hellig vennskapspakt
-Gaius Valerius Catullus-
4.5.06
e hoje sem nada à flor
nada que nao seja primeiro
essencialmente para ti, porque
sabes bem que reduzes um sentido
à metade de todos os outros
a lisas fracções sem razão
porque hoje deixei litros
e litros de corpo na cama
porque hoje quis novamente
a pressa a fuga em frente o sol
no teu nome num caderno espalmado
com cordas, com teses
haydn
as mãos tornam-se o filme
as pétalas da história feliz,
Tu, glória eterna e uma mesa que dança.
nada que nao seja primeiro
essencialmente para ti, porque
sabes bem que reduzes um sentido
à metade de todos os outros
a lisas fracções sem razão
porque hoje deixei litros
e litros de corpo na cama
porque hoje quis novamente
a pressa a fuga em frente o sol
no teu nome num caderno espalmado
com cordas, com teses
haydn
as mãos tornam-se o filme
as pétalas da história feliz,
Tu, glória eterna e uma mesa que dança.
2.5.06
Pushing up on Carlisle Road into the seething shadows
Through the plastic visor – a hail of broken kerbstone
Fire-lit-faces, all the noise – so much hatred
What I remember thinking – I can’t believe this is happening
All I remember thinking
Came home four, four-thirty, Emma was waiting up for me
News chanel drone on the TV, her arms clasped around her knees
She looked up but said nothing
I went up to the kids bedroom, touched their sleeping faces
Wondered how I could protect them
Wondered how to protect them
(Sullivan 2005)
28.4.06
watching my birthdate fly
on a red led train marquee
under the octagonal gaze
of some otto or sergei
stasi henchman asleep
over yesterday's news
half expecting to find
something other than creole
acronyms over bluetooth
we are all finders
keepers lepers
leeches breeders
and the sun sets, never down
if your eyes come back at me
for lunch and lost maidenhood
wouldn't you say we're
not
getting old?
on a red led train marquee
under the octagonal gaze
of some otto or sergei
stasi henchman asleep
over yesterday's news
half expecting to find
something other than creole
acronyms over bluetooth
we are all finders
keepers lepers
leeches breeders
and the sun sets, never down
if your eyes come back at me
for lunch and lost maidenhood
wouldn't you say we're
not
getting old?
27.4.06
não esperes por nada
a expectativa é o sufoco da alma
vai pela rua fervilhando distante
cada minuto atropelando o seguinte
não entregues a tua velhice à ilusão
de um tempo feito por homens amorfos
não temas quando o silêncio surgir -
sobretudo que nada te faça curvar,
é imperativo que vás por aí -
procura apenas mais uma alvorada.
(--> T.)
a expectativa é o sufoco da alma
vai pela rua fervilhando distante
cada minuto atropelando o seguinte
não entregues a tua velhice à ilusão
de um tempo feito por homens amorfos
não temas quando o silêncio surgir -
sobretudo que nada te faça curvar,
é imperativo que vás por aí -
procura apenas mais uma alvorada.
(--> T.)
25.4.06
antes da palavra
hesito muito antes da palavra.
porque um precipício se abre nela
e não tem sentido, vibra apenas.
porque pode ser a morte
ou o nascimento para um lugar
de cores e fadas e barcos de sol.
porque me doem as mãos
cada vez que tento segurar
o mundo em traços redondos quadrados.
por isso te digo: hesito e morro e nasço.
e corro para a rua com força de quem
vai anunciar gritar chamar dizer.
mas lá fora sorrio apenas
enquanto caminho para um banco
de jardim, devagarinho,
como se por um momento
eu soubesse o nome de tudo
e tudo tivesse o mesmo nome.
-Vasco Gato
hesito muito antes da palavra.
porque um precipício se abre nela
e não tem sentido, vibra apenas.
porque pode ser a morte
ou o nascimento para um lugar
de cores e fadas e barcos de sol.
porque me doem as mãos
cada vez que tento segurar
o mundo em traços redondos quadrados.
por isso te digo: hesito e morro e nasço.
e corro para a rua com força de quem
vai anunciar gritar chamar dizer.
mas lá fora sorrio apenas
enquanto caminho para um banco
de jardim, devagarinho,
como se por um momento
eu soubesse o nome de tudo
e tudo tivesse o mesmo nome.
-Vasco Gato
Ignorance
Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.
Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,
Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.
- Philip Larkin
Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.
Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,
Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.
- Philip Larkin
24.4.06
salta da cama no chão com um uivo
barbeia-te a golpes de guitarra
torna os pelos cabides em lavagem a frio
abrealata
abre a lata preta
densa como estrelas mortas de cio
NO CENTRO DO MUNDO
dança nas quatro patas porta fora
calado
e toca piano nas moléculas do ar
um dia
um dia aqui há uns anos
já eras velho e não deste por isso.
barbeia-te a golpes de guitarra
torna os pelos cabides em lavagem a frio
abrealata
abre a lata preta
densa como estrelas mortas de cio
NO CENTRO DO MUNDO
dança nas quatro patas porta fora
calado
e toca piano nas moléculas do ar
um dia
um dia aqui há uns anos
já eras velho e não deste por isso.
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