"I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made"

Yeats, The Winding Stair

Jutarnja mučnina

Filed Under (asides) by laluve on 18-03-2008

Praznine postoje. Saplićem se o njih, svakoga jutra, mamurna, lenja, mrzovoljna, usporena, bez pokušaja da današnji dan učinim boljim. Drugačijim. Svi planovi od sinoć ostali su u snu. Neće da se probude.

Pitam se svakog jutra, dok mlaka kafa klizi niz osušeno grlo, da li bi isunjenje tih praznina onim što trenutno želim napravilo samo novi razmak za neke druge praznine. Kao krug. Opisan isprekidanom tankom linijom sa težnjom da svaki prekid postane ili već jeste, rupa. I tako u beskraj. Do sledećeg jutra.

Color

Filed Under (asides) by laluve on 09-03-2008

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Why can you not say what is in your head?

she asks him…

Why can you not stop saying what is in yours?

he replies, and then it begins, leaving the viewer spellbound:

Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why?

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