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nijanse · 7 years ago
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Pesnička umetnost
Gledati reku od vremena i vode i sećati se da je vreme druga reka, znati da nestajemo kao reka i da lica prolaze kao vode. Osećati da je bdenje drugi san što sanja da ne sanja i da je smrt koje se boji naša put ona smrt svake noći, koja se zove san. Videti u danu ili godini simbol dana čovekovih i njegovih godina, pretvoriti razaranje godina u muziku, zagor i simbol. Videti u smrti san, u smiraju sunca tužno zlato, takva je poezija, besmrtna i siromašna. Poezija se vraća kao zora i smiraj sunca. Ponekad u suton neki lik gleda nas iz dubine ogledala; umetnost treba da je poput ogledala koje nam otkriva naš sopstveni lik. Pripovedaju da je Odisej, sit čudesa, zaplakao od ljubavi videći obalu Itake zelene i smerne. Umetnost je poput Itake sva od zelene večnosti, ne od čudesa. I kao beskrajna reka koja prolazi i ostaje, odraz istog nepostojanog Heraklita, istog i drukčijeg, kao beskrajna reka. 
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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Pleasure is never as pleasant as we expected it to be and pain is always more painful. The pain in the world always outweighs the pleasure. If you don’t believe it, compare the respective feelings of two animals, one of which is eating the other.
Arthur Schopenhauer 
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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From “Episode of the Enemy” (The Gold of the Tigers)
-You can’t do anything.
- I can do something I replied.
- What? – he asked.
- Wake up.
And so I did.
Jorge Luis Borges
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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[…] Everything happens to a man precisely, precisely now. Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen; countless men in the air, on the face of the earth and the sea, and all that really is happening is happening to me…
“The Garden of Forking Paths” (Ficciones) - Borges
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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In Broken Images
He is quick, thinking in clear images; I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images; I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance; Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact; Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he question his senses; When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images; I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding; I in a new understanding of my confusion.
Collected Poems, 1961.
Robert Graves
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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Forbes Collection of Pigments on Harvard University contains more than 2 500 rarest pigments
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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Karl Blossfeldt 1928. 
Unformen Der Kunst
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Karl Blossfeldt, Common Male Fern , Late 1920′s
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Tauba Auerbach’s RGB Colorspace Atlas Depicts Every Color Imaginable
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Egon Schiele - Couple embracing
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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Uzalud je budim
Budim je zbog sunca koje objašnjava sebe biljkama zbog neba razapetog između prstiju budim je zbog reči koje peku grlo volim je ušima treba ići do kraja sveta i naći rosu na travi budim je zbog dalekih stvari koje liče na ove ovde zbog ljudi koji bez čela i imena prolaze ulicom zbog anonimnih reči trgova budim je zbog manufakturnih pejzaža javnih parkova budim je zbog ove naše planete koja će možda biti mina u raskrvavljenom nebu zbog osmeha u kamenu drugova zaspalih između dve bitke kada nebo nije bilo više veliki kavez za ptice nego aerodrom moja ljubav puna drugih je deo zore budim je zbog zore zbog ljubavi zbog sebe zbog drugih budim je mada je to uzaludnije negoli dozivati pticu zauvek sletelu sigurno je rekla: neka me traži i vidi da me nema ta žena sa rukama deteta koju volim to dete zaspalo ne obrisavši suze koje budim uzalud uzalud uzalud uzalud je budim jer će se probuditi drukčija i nova uzalud je budim jer njena usta neće moći da joj kažu uzalud je budim ti znaš da voda protiče ali ne kaže ništa uzalud je budim treba obećati izgubljenom imenu nečije lice u pesku ako nije tako odsecite mi ruke i pretvorite me u kamen
- Branko Miljković
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nijanse · 8 years ago
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The Triadic Ballet (Bauhaus Ballet) by Oskar Schlemmer
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http://montenegrina.net/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/miki-radulovic-katalog-press.pdf  - Miki Radulović PDF
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