Me Zu's blog

Philip Marcus, 21, nije znao
dok je pjevao s njima sta je dao
Tata Thierry mu je, pijan, stalno krao
ono sto mu je najvise dugovao:
mirno djetinjstvo, skolu i posao.

Philip Marcus i momci iz odreda
Plesali su i smijali se krezavoj babi sto ih gleda
Ne iz mrznje, nego iz prazne obijesti -
najobicnija bijeda.

"Babooo, nedaj me," molila je Hajrija.
Tu, pored nje, lezala je i Edina,
sa svih svojih zapanjenih dvanaest godina sto zure u nju.
"Nemojte, ljuuudi! Imate i vi dje..."
zadnja dva slova zajedno sa dva prednja zuba
Ahmi je iz usta izbio kundak Zastave M70.

O, kako su sretne ptice!

More here.

it's the same story everywhere, you know.
it's all just the same,
i don't care from which meridian it came.

rwanda is a deep burning wound in my womb.

everything crushes overnight,
and it never leaves you again.
the misery never leaves you.
even when you can walk straight up without anyone shooting,
without anyone shouting,
without dragging your broken foot,
without dragging your broken thoughts...
even when you have fancy clothes and fancy cars,
in your heart you still drag a bloody mind and a bloody foot in tennis shoes
with holes in the soles.

(blog za malenu)

Between November of 2009 and March 8th of 2010, African Art Museum in Washington DC was showing an exhibit by a Nigerian British artist who lives in Great Britain at the moment, Yinke Shonibare Mbe. He was born in UK, but grew up both in his native land of Nigeria and Great Britain.

Island disputed by India, Bangladesh disappearing

3/25/2010, 5:33 a.m. CDT
The Associated Press
(AP) — New Delhi (dpa)-Rising sea waters have submerged a tiny island in the Bay of Bengal that is at the centre of a territorial dispute between India and Bangladesh, an oceanographer said Thursday.

Recent satellite imagery has confirmed that the uninhabited island, known as South Talpatti in Bangladesh and New Moore Island or Purbasha in India, had not been seen in its entirety since 1990, Sugata Hazra of Jadavpur University in Kolkata, said.

For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno by Christopher Smart )

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For then he leaps up to catch the musk, which is the blessing of God upon his prayer.
For he rolls upon prank to work it in.
For having done duty and received blessing he begins to consider himself.
For this he performs in ten degrees.

Jos jedan dokaz teoriji evolucije
Odlomak iz Prirucnika za samopomoc naivnim letacima pod kapom nebeskom (a i internetskom)

Da bi se utvrdilo da li je ptica kriva za kriminal i drskost slobodnog letenja i pjevanja kad to nevini posmatrac nije sposoban uciniti, postoje neke vrlo jednostavne metode utvrdivanja krivice.

Kazi mi
Cuvas li stara pisma
Sa bivsim prijateljima nasih prijatelja
Sa srednjevijekovnim gradovima i ljetnim setnjama u njima
Poljanama dovoljno zelenim da ih se spomene u kontekstu mira
a katkad i Irske il islama,
Sa sadasnjim i prethodnim ljubavima - 'boze, zar sam ja to pisao?! molim te baci'?

Umire li neko u njima? Ko je u bolnici, a ko kod kuce hrani macke?
Ko samuje posljednjih 35 godina, i svi znaju, a niko ni rijeci o tom samovanju ne cuje?
Cije su bebe danas djevojke koje ne prepoznajemo na ulici,

polako,
bez upozorenja,
neprimijeceno,
ukotvila mi se u dusu.

da sam znao,
ocnjacima bih joj vrat pregrizo,
sjekuticima smrvio
kao aspirin,
i ispljunuo.
sad je prekasno.

ali onda, ona se cinila njeznom.
trebao sam je,
utjesnu.
obecavala je sigurnost.

od muke sam je prihvatio.
od slabosti
iz neznanja.

obecavala je buducnost.
a onda
oduzela sadasnjost.
oduzela sve,
pateticno k'o u narodnoj pjesmi,
kucka:
ravnodusnost.

Najprije
Zivot je postao dug i spor.
Odjednom kao da je kupio zalihe dana.
Nista se nije dogadalo
Uprkos allegru na metronomu zivota,
Po kojem su se melodije odigravale nekako same od sebe
Bez njegove duse,
Koja kao da se parkirala negdje na obroncima planina na tamnoj strani mjeseca.

Sati i dani su se nizali,
Tijelo funkcionisalo kao svicarski sat,
A taj dio njega zamrznut medu listovima baobaba jedne predaleke proslosti
Dehidrirao je
Polako.
Legao je na stranicu zaboravljenog herbarijuma.
Tu stranicu cak je i vjetar zanemario prevrnuti.

Ali neocekivano jednom,

Hoda
Govori
Jede
Smije se
zivi
Ali svakog dana, svakog trena ga boli i ponekad zaustavi u koraku
Tako da se nagne i pritisne ne bi li prestalo
To mjesto u grudima
Otkako su
Tridesetog decembra u devet i trideset jedan
U njega s preciznoscu Robin Hooda
One rijeci zarile ogromnu ledenicu
Kao noz, do drske

Toliko
Da vise ne zeli cak ni da se zna.
Tako
Da ne zeli vise cak ni da se brani.

MOSCOW (Reuters) - Theater posters proclaiming "We await you, merry gnome" were taken down from a Russian town shortly before a visit by the country's diminutive President Dmitry Medvedev, a local website reported on Friday.

Oddly Enough

OSWIECIM, Poland (Reuters Life!) - A cat living at the former Nazi death camp of Auschwitz has caused fur to fly between an animal care group and Polish authorities refusing to allow a shelter to be built for it.

Oddly Enough