Komentari na: Saša Jelenković, Pesoina i Paundova trafika

Od: Portugal Travel

Portugal Travel — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 09:36:48 +0000

Just carry on doing good content.

Od: marina

marina — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 12:12:44 +0000

Sofka,
posto ne znamo kako bi Novalis reagovao, sto na kraju krajeva i nije tako bitno, mislim da je u najmanju ruku nekulturno diskutovati tako sto ces nekoga svrstati u neku sektu.
Takodje, preipitivanje identiteta i promisljanje sebe je dozvoljeno i na papiru(ekranu).
Posebno ako se radi vrhunski.

Od: sofija

sofija — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:04:27 +0000

”poezija je neprekidno preispitivanje identiteta”,
preterano zaista….
neprestano preispitivanje identiteta je prosto preispitivanje identiteta,
razmisljanje, usavrsavanje, a ne poezija.
no, hajte, imamo dakle i sledbenike Novalisove sekte i u 21. veku
Novalis bi sada vene isekao od (pesnicke) egzaltacije

Od: marina

marina — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 12:14:54 +0000

O GOD, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragrant cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales not too greasy,
And the whores dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn’d profession of writing,
where one needs one’s brains all the time.

Ezra Pound

but

I am a little world made cunningly
Of Elements, and an Angelike spright,
But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night
My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die.
You which beyond that heaven which was most high
Have found new sphears, and of new lands can write,
Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it if it must be drown’d no more;
But oh it must be burnt! alas the fire
Of lust and envie have burnt it heretofore,
And made it fouler; Let their flames retire,
And burne me o Lord, with a fiery zeale
Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heale.

Od: radomir mitric

radomir mitric — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 08:53:33 +0000

Interesantno razmisljanje koje kongruira nekim mojim promisljajima o raspolucenosti covekovog bica i pitanja Poezis-a, pogotovo kad se ovako stvori paralela-poveznica izmedju razlicitih stvralaca i njihovih poetika, jednom napisah “…da je sve tastina i da sanjano ipak ne premoscuje zemno u nama…“, ali buduci da sledim poetiku u/z/rastanja ipak ostajem u nadi da nutarnja urusavanja i prelazak unutrasnjih planina stvara nadu da ipak sve “nije procitano, mada napisano verovatno jeste“, ali ziveti u nadi se mora, iako je u nas utkan drevni vavilonski kod pada… pozdrav…

Od: Milan

Milan — Mon, 26 May 2008 20:06:20 +0000

Postavljeno.

Link: http://www.poezin.net/2008/05/26/sasa-jelenkovic-pesoina-i-paundova-trafika/

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Od: elpenor

elpenor — Mon, 26 May 2008 14:52:30 +0000

Hvala Milane!
Dozvoljeno!
Pozdrav!

Od: admin

admin — Mon, 26 May 2008 12:32:41 +0000

Prosleđeno autoru.

Od: Milan

Milan — Mon, 26 May 2008 11:51:19 +0000

Zanimljiv i inspirativan tekst. Ako mi autor ovog teksta dozvoli, objavio bih ga na mom sajtu.

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