literatura & quotes (citati)

'Never oick a fight with ugly people - they've got nothing to lose.' Robin Williams

'my mother never saw the iroy in calling me "son of a bitch".' Jack Nichlson

'I'm sorry; if you were right - I'd agree with you.' unknown

'It's not that I'm affraid to die - I just don't want to be there when it happens' Woody Allen

'Frisbeetarianism is a philosophy that when you die your soul goes up on a roof and gets stuck' unknown

'God put me on Earth to accomlish a certain number of things. Right now i am so far behind i will never die' unknown

'People who read tabloids deserve to be lied to' Jerry Seinfield

'I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said:"you are rediciolus.Everyone haseb't met you yet."' unknown

'I am so claver that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.' Oscar Wilde

'When did I realize I was God?
Well, Iwas praying and i suddenly realized Iwas talking to myself.' unknown

'Until I was 13 I taught my name was "Shut up"' unknown

'Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love' Albert Einstein

'I knew my dad was gay when I askesd him to pick a number between 1 and 10 and he was like:"... i?M gay.".' unknown

'Every news is where they begin with "Good evening" and proceed to tell you why it isn't' unknown

'We had gay burglers other night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture.' Robin Williams

'OH you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY and they meet at the bar.' Drew Carey

'You're about as useful as a one-legged man at ass-kicking contest.' Rowan Atikson

'All those who belive in psychokinesis - raise my hand' unknown

'I don't suffer from insenity. I enjoy every minute of it.' unkonown

'I have no enemies but I am instantly disliked by friends' unknown

'I'm not being rude - you're being insignificant' unknown

'Why be only difficult, with a little effort you can be imposible.' unkonwn

'Pravilo št. 1: Kupec ima vedno prav.
Pravilo št. 2: Če kupec nima prav, se ravnajte po pravilu št. 1.' Ducan Howe

'I'm not a complete idiot - some parts are missing.' unknown

'About as interesting as watching the paint dry' unknown

'I used to be shizophrenic... but we're ok now..' unknown

'If you don't have anything nice to say about anybody - come sit next to me.' unknown

"Da verjamem, da sem rešitlej moderne umetnosti, edini, ki je zmožen povzdigniti, povezati in v kraljevskem slogu racionalizirati ter olepšati vse revolucionarne izkušnje modernega časa v veliki klasični tradiciji realizma in misticizma" Salvador Dali

"Vsako jutro, ko se zbudim, doživim največjo radost. Danes sem odkril, da je to radost ob spoznanju, da sem Salvador Dali. Začuden se sprašujem, kaj čudežnega bo danes še storil ta Salvador Dali. In z vsakim dnem težje razumem, kako lahko drugi živijo, ne da bi bili Gala ali Salvado Dali." Salvador dali

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Preven the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffed drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let the aeroplanes circle abouve moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen weare black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk my songs;
I taught that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismentle the sun;
Pour away the oceans and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

popravki:

'Never pick a fight with ugly people - they've got nothing to lose.' Robin Williams

'my mother never saw the irony in calling me "son of a bitch".' Jack Nichlson

'God put me on Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now i am so far behind i will never die' unknown

'I knew my dad was gay when I asked him to pick a number between 1 and 10 and he was like:"... I'm gay.".' unknown

"The Happiest Day"

I
The happiest day - the happiest hour
My scared and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.

II
Of power! Sad I? Yes! Such I ween
But they have venished long, alas!
The vision of my youth have been -
But let them pass.

III
And pride, what have I known with thee?
Another brow my ev'n inherit
The venom thou hast pourd on me -
Be still my spirit!

IV
The happiest day - the happiest hour
mine eyes shall see - have ever seen
The brightest glace of pride and power
I feel have been.

V
But where that hope of pride and power
Now offered with the pain
Ev'n then I felt - that brightest hour
I would not live again.

VI
For on it's wings was dark alloy
And as it flutterd - fell
An essence - powerful to deatroy
A soul that knew it well.

Edgar Allan Poe <3

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of most stormy life - was drawn
From every depht of good and ill
The mystery which bindes me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by -
From the thounder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

[b]Edgar Allan Poe <3"

Annabel Lee

It was many and many years ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other taught
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than a love -
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Conveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchare
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went down envying her and me -
Yes! - That was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud at night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But the love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE,

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise, but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darliing - my life and my bride,
In the sepulchare there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Zgornjo pesmiso je napisal Edgar Allan Poe <3

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong who deem,
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tourmented shore,
And I hold within my heand
Grains of golden send -
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
Oh god! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
Oh God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dram within a dream?

Edgar allan poe <3

A Paen

I
How shall the butial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the lovilest dead,
That ever died so young?

II
Her friends are gazing on her,
And on her gaudy bier,
And weep! - oh! To dishonor
Dead beauty with a tear!

III
They loved her for her wealth-
And they hated her for her pride -
But she grew in feeble health,
And they love her - that she died

IV
They tell me (while they speak
Of her "costly broider'd pall")
That my voice is growing week -
That I should not sing at all -

V
Or, that my tone should be
Tun'd to such solemn song
So mournfully - so mournfully,
That the dead may feel no wrong.

VI
But she is gone above,
With young Hope at her side,
And I am drunk with love
Of the dead who is my bride. -

VII
Of the dead - dead who lies
All perfum'd there,
With the death upon her eyes,
And the life upon her hair.

VIII
Thus on the coffin loud and long
I srike - the murmur sent
Throught the great chambers to my song
Shall be the accompaniment.

IX
Thou diedst in thy life's June -
But thou didst not die too fair:
Thou didst not die too soon,
Nor with too calm in air.

X
From more the friends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the untained mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven. -

XI
Therefore, to thee this night
I will not requiem rise,
But waft thee on thy flight,
With a paen of old days.

Edgar Allan Poe <3


ps.: poslušaj med branjem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ehx2KW5broE&feature=PlayList&p=2C8D7BC1A4E39793&index=31

Stance, "in tebe, mlado, lepo stvar"

Heu quanto minus est cum reliquis versaris quam tui meminisse!

In tebe, mlado, lepo stvar,
je utrnil smrti dah;
in nežni dih in ves tvoj čar
sta spet pepel in prah.
Čeprav brezbrižno in smeje
mogoče stopajo ljudje
čez tvoj nagrobni mah,
v nekomu vendar ni moči,
da vanj za hip se zastrmi.

Ne bom povprašal kje ležiš
in ne na grom strmel;
ni mar mi če obrašča križ
ti cvetje, če plevel.
Dovolj je že zavest, da to,
kar v meni dolgo živo bo,
lahko sprhni v pepel.
Ni treba malomarnih prič
v dokaz, da si razpadla v nič.

Do zadnjega, kot mene ti,
sem zvesto ljubil te.
Izdala nisi me vse dni,
zdaj več ne moreš me:
ko smrt pritisne svoj pečat,
ne čas, ne tekmec, ne razvrat
ljubezni ne razdre;
in grob ti zreti zdaj ne da
ne nezvestobe in ne zla.

Bila sva skupaj v srečnih dneh
v dneh muk bom sam ostal;
ne, tebi več ne bo v očeh
ne smeh, ne jok sijal.
A, glej, solza na lica ni --
preveč tvoj mir zavidam ti.
In vedi, ni mi žal,
da v hipu sem izgubil to,
kar v dolgih mukah bi lahko.

Najlepše razcveteni cvet
med prvimi odmre:
čeprav ne pade koscu v red,
se vendarle ospe;
a huje zreti je očem,
če moč mu peša dan za dnem,
kot če pod koso umre --
saj lepo, ki svoj čar gubi,
lahko samo bolest rodi.

Ne vem, če tak pogled očem
ne vzel bi luč sveta,
saj temna noč za takim dnem,
še globja bi bila;
tvoj dan prišel je brez meglic
in ljubkost tvojih zorih lic
ni upadla -- le prešla;
kot zvezda, ki najbolj žari,
ko se utrinja v grob noči.

Oh, jokal bi, kakor nekoč,
če solze bi imel,
ker nisem ti vsaj eno noč
ob vzglavju prebedel,
ker nisem v dno oči ti zrl,
ker nisem glave ti podprl
ter to tako izkazal to,
kar zdaj je za oba prešlo.

A manjša slast, glej, bi bila
če bi dobil prav vse,
kar svet še lepega ima,
kot če spomin zazre
se v tvoje neugasljive oči,
ki me ljubkujejo vse dni
iz večnosti teme:
saj njih sijaj bi dražji bil
lahko samo, če bil bi živ.

George Gordon Noel Lord Byron

Deep in Earth my love is lying and I must weep alone. E. A. Poe (za umrlo ženo)

All religion my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination and poetry. E. A. Poe

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. E. A. Poe

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty E. A. Poe

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world. E. A. Poe

We loved with a love that was more than a love. E. A .Poe (iz lesmi Annabel Lee)

To see the World in the grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternety in an hour.

William Blake

Narcis in Echo

V zraku čutim čudežni zvenenje venenje
kdo toži z glasom tihim kakor svila vila
ki lastno kri in krila je užila žila
zakleta v odmeve in lebdenje bdenje

Vseeno; voda je tako brezdanja zdanja
da ulovi lesket vseh noči oči
le kaj se na gladini zaiskri kri
zrcalna slika do neba prostrana rana

Bolj kot vsaka druga resnična nična
ta moja koža bela roža snežna nežna
in usta sama sebi neizbežna bežna
in moja večna postelja bo struga truga

kako le sebe samega ljubiti ubiti
kako brez ljubljenega jaza biti iti
ti
ti

Zgornjo pesem je napisal Boris A. Novak

Sonnet 18 English version

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possesion of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall deathy brag thou wond'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to tee.

William Shakespeare


sonet št. 18 Slovenska verzija

Te naj primerjam mar s poletnim dnem?
Ti manj minljiv si in bolj poln miline:
cvetove majske strl vetrov objem
in preden se zavedaš, poletje mine;
oko neba prevroče včasih sveti;
a včasih si z meglo zastre onraz -
lepotam vsem je sojeno umreti:
slučaj uniči ene, druge čas.
A ti lepote svoje ne zgubiš,
poletje tvoje nikdar ne konča se!
Ne bo se Smrt bahala, da trohniš,
saj v mojih pesmih raseš v večne čase.
Dokler vid videl bo in dihal dih,
Živele bodo, ti živel boš v njih.

William Shakespeare
prevedel: Oton Župančič

Omamljejte se

Vedno se je treba omamljati. Vsa stvar je v tem, in to je edino vprašanje. Če nočete čutiti strašnega bremena časa, ki vam pritiska na ramena in vas upogiba k tlom, se morate kar naprej omamljati.
Toda s čim? Z vinom, s poezijo ali pa z moralo, kakor hočete. Samo da se omamljate.
In če se kdaj zbudite na stopnicah palače, v jarku na zeleni travi, v turobni osamljenost svoje sobe, ko je omama že popustila ali izginila, vprašajte veter in zvezdo in val, ptico in uro in vse, kar beži, in vse, kar ječi, vse, kar se giba, in vse, kar vam poje, in vse, kar vam šepeče, koliko je ura; in veter in zvezda in val in ptica in ura vam bodo odgovorili:"Ura za omamo!". Če nočete, da vas Čas trpinči kakor sužnje, se kar naprej omamljajte! Z vinom, s poezijo ali pa z moralo, kakor hočete.

Charles Boudelaire

The body

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, becouse words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they sim to be no bigger than normal things. But that's not all. The most important things lie too close to wherever your sevret heart is burried; they are the clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It's hard and painful for you to tlak about those things... And then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.

odlomek

Stephen King

Pesem

Če roka v roki obleži
in mi jo stisneš malo bolj
kot drugim, v meni vse vzdrhti;
ta stist roke mi je dovolj.

Če greš mi s prsti skoz lase,
mi v hrbtenici gomazi;
a roka ki skoz kodre gre,
ničesar ne izpremeni:

ne ljubin te ne bolj ne manj,
brez vsega ljubim te dovolj;
le iz želja se sanja sanj
resničnost zgane malo bolj.

Lahko daš več, lahko daš vse;
in veš, kaj v meni koprni ...
A vedi, draga, tudi vse
ničesar ne izpremeni.

Zato nakloni mi le to,
kar narekuje ti srce,
saj meni je dovolj lepo,
če si podava le roke.

Janez Menart

Stara pesem

Ti ljubi druge, jaz bom tebe ljubil,
saj nate stavil sem, kar sem imel,
saj mnogokrat se mnog je že pogubil,
ker ljubil tisto je, kar ne bi smel.

Ti ljubi druge, jaz bom tebe ljubil,
in ti želel nezvestega moža,
da ti bi njega, on spet drugo ljubil,
in bi še ti v ljubezni mlin zašla.

Ti ljubi njega, jaz bom tebe ljubil,
in tvoj preljubi drugo, ti pa glej,
da tudi on bo tisto drugo izgubil --
in svet se bo vrtel lepo naprej.

Janez Menart

Pred grobnico Viktorja Hugoja

Tvoj prah je položen v tla Panteona
v hram slave, kot ga moj svet ne pozna.
Kjer sem doma, živita dva milijona;
na tvoj pogreb sta več kot dva prišla.

Četudi bi imel tvoj silni dar,
ne mogel bi, kot ti, postati večen;
ne bom dejal, da tega ni mi mar,
pa tudi ne, da sem zato nesrečen.

Usoda pač vpisuje čas in kraj,
ko nas priglaša na volilno listo;
ta je izbran v senat, drugi le v okraj,
in tisto, kar storita, žal ni isto.

A tudi če bi ti bil na okraju --
glej, glej sem že snel klobuk: bas, comme il faut.
čeprav volilni zakon loči naju,
ti mirno spi, jaz pa bom že kako.

Janez Menart

Kritična metoda

Dejal bi DA a rečem NE,
a NE ni DA in DA ni NE,
če DA bi NE bil, del bi DA,
a ker ni DA DE, rečem NE.


Epigram

Potrdim vaš izrek, gospod,
da vsak poet je idiot;
a vi ste jasen vzgled za svet,
da ni vsak idiot poet.


Napis na pasjem ovratniku
Jaz sem vaš pes, povejte mi,
čigav pesek ste vi.

Vse tri je napisal Janez Menart

"Ljubi moj Sputnik"

Tako torej živimo svoje življenje. Ne glede na to, kako globoka in usodna je izguba, in tudi če je tisto, kar so nam ukradli - nam iztrgali iz rok - še tako pomembno, celo če se popolnoma spremenimo in ohranjamo od prej samo zunanjo plast kože, še naprej peljemo življenje takole, v tišini. Vedno bolj se bližamo koncu časa, ki nam je odmerjen in se poslovimo od njega, ko izginja za nami. Ponavljamo, pogosto zelo spretno, neskončna vsakdanja opravila. In puščamo za seboj občutek neizmerne praznine.

odlomek

Haruki Muarakari

Sonet 130 English version

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dune;
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks;
I love to hear her speak - yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a Goddess go,-
My mistress, when she walks treads on the ground;
And yet, by heav'n, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare


Sonet št. 130 Slovenska verzija

Ne, ona nima žametnih oči,
in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila;
če sneg je bal, ga v njenih nedrih ni;
sem videl že rože, bele in rdeče -
na njenih licih take ne cveto;
in so dišave mnogo bolj dehteče
kot vonj, ki veje njeno ga telo;
njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem,
da zvoku strun prijetneje zvene;
kako boginje hodijo ne vem,
ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje;
in vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljive
kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažnjiva.

William Shakespeare
prevedel: Oton Župančič

Super, ni kej