:d V motion project

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The V motion project has succeeded in musical madness, where the music dances to your movements rather than the other way around. “Can’t Help Myself” is the result of The V motion challenge’s ambitious task of developing and producing a music track using only the movement of a dancers body. After months of slaving behind some of the most complex audio gadgetry ever seen, artists and technicians alike have collaborated to produce a truly unique multimedia musical experience.

The Motion Project was a collaboration between a lot of clever creative people working together to create a machine that turns motion into music. The client for the project, Frucor (makers of V energy drink), together with their agency Colenso BBDO, kitted-out a warehouse space for this project to grow in and gathered together a group of talented people from a number of creative fields.

Have u think about d future of dj-ing, maybe? As I have some experience in playing some electro, psy music I was really imagining  (since I was kid) that this can maybe be our future, not only in d music but d in d whole communication with d modern (smart) technology. Our body for sure can be used in d new methods, this is only one of d ways how, imagine if we start using our brain only! 😀

Here’s the official music video for “Can’t Help Myself” shot on the streets of Auckland, New Zealand when The V Motion Project team created music through movement. Using movement to create music… What an amazing and inspirational idea! *technorgasm*

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“We created and designed the live visual spectacle with a music video being produced from the results. We wanted it to be clear that the technology was real and actually being played live. The interface plays a key role in illustrating the idea of the instrument and we designed it to highlight the audio being controlled by the dancer. Design elements like real time tracking and samples being drawn on as they are played all add to authenticity of the performance. The visuals are all created live and the music video is essentially a real document of the night.”

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.inspirational video indeed

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CREATIVITY starts from a BELIEF,

SUCCESS comes from an ACTION.

THINK like when you are still a kid …

NEVER GIVE UP …

Tomorrow will always be better

 

It’s probably blog day for me since I update few of them that I have, but d main reason why I decide to post here on this blog is that this thing that I’ll share here is connect with my work and with d reasons why I become active youngster and youth worker nowadays.

This is inspirational video that was shared in my fb stream from one of d NGO leaders in Macedonia, friend of mine, best promoter of our country, Aleksandar Bogatinov. We need to have sense of responsibility in this system, in d society we live, this is d way how to follow our ‘dreams’. Society needs leaders that will improve the community, what you put in will come back to you. We need to make positive changes in this society, this is the method how to learn this things.

Faith without action is dead!

Be what you are. This is the first step toward becoming better than you are.

Julius Charles Hare 

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..this are d ways to say who u are! stay strong and keep ur mind open! cheers! 😉

:a sense of wonder

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Interview with Ernesto Sábato

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:what I really like in my facebook friends, d real ones that I’ve met in Real too is that some of them are perfect sources for information.  I like d content that my friend Slobodan Nikolic [Serbian poet] shares on his profile and is connect with literature cause not very rare he wants to play some games on net. I’m sure that he’ll not share it on some other place/ blog or smt and cause it’s not my first time to steal from his content  [Sumatra and d explanation of Sumatra] I decide that this is d right place for this interview.  🙂

:before he close his profile early in d day [hopefuly shortly] he shared this amazing interview from 1990 that I find pretty interesting for me and for my blog (readers) so voila’ if u’re one of them EnJoy! [1ox Slobo’]

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:a sense of wonder

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.Q: You  have  written  many  essays, notably  a  collection entitled Hombres y Engranajes  (1951;”Men and Gears”), on the dehumanizing  effects of science and  technology. How  did  a scientist like  yourself come to see things in this light?

A: Although I studied physics and mathematics, disciplines which  offered me a kind of abstract and ideal refuge in a “platonic paradise” far from the chaos of the world, I soon realized that the blind faith that some scientists have in “pure” thought, in reason and in Progress (usually with a capital “P“) made them overlook and even despise such essential aspects of human life as the unconscious and the myths which lie at the origin of artistic expression, in short, the “hidden” side of human nature. All that was missing in my purely scientific work – the Mr. Hyde that every Dr. Jekyll  needs if he is to be a complete individual – I found in German  romanticism  and, above all, in existentialism and surrealism. Lifting my eyes from my logarithms and sinusoids, I looked on the human face, from which I have never since looked away.

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Q: Some great contemporary  writers have managed to reconcile science and  creativity…

A: That may be so, but it does not lessen my belief that our era is strongly marked by the opposition between science and the humanities, which today has become irreconcilable. Since the Enlightenment  and the days of the Encyclopaedists, and above all since the advent of positivism, science has withdrawn to a kind of Olympian retreat, cut off from humanity. The absolute sovereignty of Science and Progress over the greater part of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries has reduced the individual to the status of a cog in a gigantic machine. Capitalist and Marxist theorists alike have contributed to the propagation of this sadly distorted vision in which the individual is melted into the mass and the mystery of the soul is reduced to physically quantifiable emissions of radiation.

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Q: Yet,  even  in  the  nineteenth  century, there was a strong philosophical current that  questioned the  monumental rational edifice constructed by Hegel, the weight of which crushed the individual. We are thinking  of Kierkegaard, about whom  you have written extensively.

A: Kierkegaard was the first thinker to question whether science should take precedence over life and to answer firmly that life comes first. Since then, the object deified by science has been dislodged as the centre of the universe and been replaced  by  the  subject, the man of flesh and blood. This led on to Karl Jaspers and Martin Heidegger, to twentieth century existentialist philosophy in which man is no longer an “impartial” scientific observer but a “self” clothed in flesh, the “being destined to die” of whom I have written and who is the source of tragedy and  metaphysics, the highest forms of literary expression.

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Q: But not the only ones…

A: Of  course not,  but  to my  mind  they  are the most important  because of their tragic, transcendental dimension. One  has only  to think  of Dostoyevsky’s Notes from the Underground, that bloody diatribe in which, with almost demented  hatred, he denounced  the modern age and its cult of progress.

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Q: We are right into literature now…

A: Yes, because the novel can express things that are beyond the scope of philosophy or the essay such as our darkest uncertainties about God, destiny, the meaning of life, hope. The novel answers all these questions, not simply by expressing ideas, but through myth and symbol, by drawing on the magical properties of thought. All the same, many of the characters in novels are just as real as reality itself. Is Don Quixote “unreal”? If reality bears any relationship to durability, then this character born of Cervantes’ imagination is much more real than the objects that surround  us, for he is immortal.

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Q: So literature interprets reality?

A: Fortunately, art  and  poetry  have  never claimed to dissociate the rationaf from the irrational, the sensibility from the intellect, dream from reality. Dream, mythology and art have a common  source in the unconscious – they reveal a world which could have no other form of expression. It is absurd to ask artists to explain their work. Can you imagine Beethoven analysing his symphonies or Kafka explaining  what  he really  meant  in The Trial? The notion that everything can be “rationally”  explained is the hallmark of the Western positivist mentality typical of the modern age, an age which overestimates the value of science, reason and logic. Yet this form of culture represents only a brief moment in human history.

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Q: You  seem to consider our age to be the final phase in a line of modem thought beginning in the middle of the nineteenth century and ending in our own times.

A: Literary fashions should not be confused with the major trends of thought. In the vast and tragic movement of ideas there are advances and retreats, sideways excursions and counter-currents. It is clear, however, that we are witnessing the end of an era. We are living through a crisis of civilization in which there is a kind of confrontation between the eternal forces of passion and order, of pathos and ethos, of the Dionysian and the Apollonian.

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Q: Can this crisis be resolved?

A: The only way we can escape from this harrowing crisis is by snatching living, suffering man from the gigantic machine in which he is enmeshed and which is crushing him. But it must not be forgotten, at the dawn of a new millennium, that an age does not end at the same moment for everyone. In the nineteenth century, when Progress was triumphant, writers and thinkers such as Dostoyevsky, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard were not “of their time”, for already, despite the optimism of scientists, they had a presentiment of the catastrophe that was in store for us and which Kafka, Sartre and Camus were to portray.

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Q: Is that why  you reject the concept of ”progress” in art?

A: Art can no more progress than a dream can, and for the same reasons. Are the nightmares of our contemporaries any more advanced than those of the prophets of the Bible? We can say that Einstein’s mathematics are superior to those of Archimedes, but not that Joyce’s Ulysses is superior  to Homer’s Odyssey. One of Proust’s characters is convinced that Debussy is a better composer than Beethoven for the simple reason that he was born after him. There’s no need to be a musicologist   to appreciate Proust’s satirical irony in this passage. Every artist aspires towards  what may be called an absolute, or towards a fragment of the Absolute, with a capital “A”,  whether he be an Egyptian sculptor in the time of Ramses II, a Greek  artist of the classical age, or Donatello. This is why there is no progress in art, only change and new departures that are due not only to the sensibilities of each artist but also to the tacit or explicit vision of an epoch or a culture.  One  thing at least is certain; no arust is better placed than another to attain these absolute values simply  because he was born later.

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Q: So you do not believe that there can be a universal aesthetic?

A: The  relativity  of  history  is  reflected  in  aesthetics. Each period has a dominant value – religious,  economic or metaphysical – which colours all the others. In the eyes of the people of a religious culture preoccupied with the eternal, Ramses II’s hieratic and geometric colossus would encapsu­ late more “truth”  than  a totally  realistic statue. History shows us that beauty and truth change from one period to the next, that black culture and white culture are based on different criteria. The reputations of writers, artists and musicians are subject to swings of the pendulum.

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Q: There is no justification, therefore, for speaking of the superiority of one culture over another?

A: Today we have come a long way from conceited positivist certainties and from “enlightened  thought” in general. Following the work of Levy-Bruhl, who after forty years of research admitted in all honesty that he could see no “progression”  in  the  move from  magical to logical thought and that the two had inevitably to coexist in man, all cultures must be seen as deserving equal respect. We have finally come round to rendering justice to what were once condescendingly called “primitive cultures”.

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Q: You  are, nevertheless, dissatisfied with  the  education currently available  in  schools and universities. What do you think it lacks?

A: When I was young, I was made to swallow a mountain of facts that I forgot as quickly as I could. In geography, for example, I barely remember the Cape of Good Hope and Cape Horn, and perhaps that’s only because they are often mentioned in the newspapers. Someone once said that culture is what is left when you have forgotten everything else. For a human being, learning means taking part, discovering and inventing. If people are to advance, they must form their own opinions, even if, at times, this means making mistakes and having to go back to the beginning again. They need to explore new paths and experiment with new methods. Otherwise we shall, at best, merely produce a race of scholars or, at worst, of bookworms or of parrots regurgitating ready-made phrases from books. The book is a wonderful tool, provided that it does not become an obstacle that prevents us from pursuing our own research.

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Q: How do you see the educator’s role?

A: Etymologically speaking, to educate means to develop, to bring out what exists in embryonic  form, to realize potential. This “labour”, this delivery by the teacher is rarely fully accomplished, and this perhaps is the origin of all the faults of our education systems. Students must be made to ask themselves questions, and be convinced of their own ignorance and of ours, so that they are prepared not only to ask questions but to think  for themselves, even if they disagree with us. It is also very important  for them to be able to make mistakes and for us to accept questions and approaches that may seem odd. Given this state of mind, students will understand that reality is infinitely more complex and mysterious than the small area encompassed by our knowledge. Everything  else will follow automatically.  This is what  gives rise to questionings and to certainties, the mixture of tradition and innovation that constitutes the cultural dynamic. As Kant said, people should not be taught philosophy, they should be taught to philosophize. This is the method of Plato’s “Dialogues”, based on direct, spontaneous exchange, in the course of which questions emerge from our awareness of our fundamental ignorance.

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Q: Can  you give us a specific example?

A: A long time ago, I traveled through Patagonia in a jeep with  a forester  who  told  me  how  much  the  forest  was receding with each successive forest fire. He told me of the defensive role played by cypress trees, which he compared to the stoical heroes of an army rearguard since they sacrifice themselves to delay the spread of a fire and to protect the other  trees. This  made  me wonder  what  the teaching of geography could be like if it were linked to the struggle between species, the conquest of the oceans and of the continents, and to the history of mankind, which is pathetically dependent upon the terrestrial environment. In this way the pupil would get the idea of a true adventure, of a thrilling battle against the hostile forces of Nature and of history. Far from the dead weight of encyclopaedic knowledge, from dusty  volumes  and  ready-made ideas, knowledge  thus perpetually renewed would give each  pupil  the feeling of discovering  and  participating   in  an  age-old  story. For example, to engrave indelibly on students’ minds the complicated geography of the American continent,  as a lived­ through rather than a book-learned experience, would not the best way be to teach it through the adventures of great explorers such as Magellan or conquistadores such as Cortes? We should be formed, not informed. As Montaigne said, “Learning by heart is not learning”. What an exciting manual of geography and ethnology for teenagers Jules Verne’s Around  the World in Eighty Days would make! We have to kindle astonishment at the profound mysteries of the universe. Everything in the universe is astonishing if you think about it. But familiarity has made us blasé and nothing astonishes us any more. We have to rediscover a sense of wonder.

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Q: You even recommend “back to  front” teaching, starting with the present and reaching back into the past.

A: I believe that the best way to interest young people in literature is to start with contemporary authors, whose language and concerns are closer to the students’ own hopes and fears. Only later can they really become interested in what Homer or Cervantes wrote about love and death, hope and despair, solitude and heroism. The same could be done with  history  by tracing  back  to the  roots  of current problems. It is also a mistake to try to teach everything. Only a few key episodes and problems, enough to provide a structure, should be taught. Few books should be used, but they should be read with passion. This is the only way to avoid making reading seem like a walk through  a cemetery of dead words.  Reading  is only valid if it strikes a chord in the reader’s mind. There is a kind of pseudo-encyclopaedic teaching, invariably associated with book-learning, which is a form of death. As if there were no culture  before Gutenberg!

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Q: For years you have been pointing out the risks inherent in nuclear weapons, in the arms race and in ideological confrontation throughout the world. Aren’t the upheavals of recent years, and in particular of recent months, taking some of the  force out of this message?

A: I’m not so sure about that. First of all, the proliferation of nuclear weapons is a fact. Many countries already have their own atomic “mini-bombs” and a chain reaction starting with some irresponsible terrorist action cannot be discounted. But this is only the purely “physical”  aspect of the question,  monstrous though it is. What really worries me is the spiritual catastrophe facing our era, which is the sad outcome of the repression of the forces of the unconscious in contemporary society. I see evidence of this in the proliferation of all kinds of protesting minorities, as well as in our collective history. We live in an anguished, neurotic, unstable age, hence the frequency of psychosomatic disorders, the upsurge in violence and in the use of drugs. This is a philosophical rather than a police matter. Until quite recently the “peripheral” regions of the world were unaffected by this phenomenon. In the East for example, as  well  as  in Africa and in Oceania, mythological and philosophical traditions maintained a certain harmony between man and the world. The abrupt, unchecked irruption of Western values and technology has wreaked havoc, just as, during the Industrial Revolution, the mill-owners of Manchester swamped with their cheap cotton goods peoples who knew how to produce exquisite textiles. This mental catastrophe  is leading us towards a terrifying psychological and spiritual explosion which will give rise to a wave of suicides and scenes of hysteria and collective madness. Ancient  traditions  cannot  be replaced by the transistor industry.

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Q: Do you see nothing  positive in the balance-sheet?

A: Yes, perhaps, but frankly I suspect that I belong to a race that is on the road to extinction. I believe in art, dialogue, liberty and the dignity of the individual human being.  But  who is  interested in such  nonsense today? Dialogue has given way to insult and liberty to political prisons. What difference is there between a left-wing and a right-wing police state? As if there could be good or bad torturers!  I must be a reactionary because I still believe in dull, mediocre democracy, the only regime which, after all, allows one to think freely and to prepare the way for a better reality.

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Interview with Ernesto Sábato: A Sense Of Wonder, The UNESCO Courier, August 1990

:can we fly like this? – read bo.Oks!

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:hello blog lovers,

.this morning I shared on my fb picture that speaks a lot about d humanity and d future of our living [if we read books hopefully in positive way]. I really more respect people that not only have books in their houses but also read them, besides d message/ quote from John Waters. But I’ll not speak about d picture because hits d aim from position that I practice indirectly that what I want to share here is + one animation, short one speaking again about d books, in one magical, surreal way, that brings awesome perception of d books as they really are. I found this via Jordan Dukov, friend of mine that not rare knows to surprise me with d content that he share on his profile.

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I like d first part of d message on d photo d most so I will mention it here: we need to make bo.Oks cO.ol again!. ..and that’s right. Not so often we read good content on internet as always in d books. I spent daily at least 2 hours in reading, and d animation that I saw just shifted me in d world of books that opens my fantasy and fulfill my heart.

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The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

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[from vimeo] Inspired, in equal measures, by Hurricane Katrina, Buster Keaton, The Wizard of Oz, and a love for books, “Morris Lessmore” is a story of people who devote their lives to books and books who return the favor. Morris Lessmore is a poignant, humorous allegory about the curative powers of story. Using a variety of techniques (miniatures, computer animation, 2D animation) award winning author/ illustrator William Joyce and Co-director Brandon Oldenburg present a new narrative experience that harkens back to silent films and M-G-M Technicolor musicals. “Morris Lessmore” is old fashioned and cutting edge at the same time.

“The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore” is one of five animated short films that will be considered for outstanding film achievements of 2011 in the 84th Academy Awards ®.

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Film Awards Won by “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore”
To date, “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore” film has drummed up fans all over the world taking home the following awards:
• Cinequest Film Fest: Best Animated Short
• Palm Springs International ShortFest: Audience Favorite Award
• SIGGRAPH: Best in Show

:I have small headache and I’ll stop writing here, enjoy d video, fly with ur thoughts if u miss d wings read some book today .. it helps u grow some wings. 😉

:unite! .d New Cycle is startin’

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:I don’t know why but I just think that this is d proper first post for d start of this 2o12 on this blog. I had d idea to share this two videos since last night, few hours after d big change but I was thinking is silly to share things without explaining them [d reason why I didn’t post them earlier in d day] but anyway I think u’ll find d parallel that I see here, d messages that are mixing between.

But really if u watch them u’ll understand what I would write about and why, it’s era where d telepathy is growing, d common observations & understandings are attracting each other more then  ever.

Bless, bliss & light dear visitors, readers of my world.. happy New Cycle!

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:if u have more time (it’s Sunday, 1st of January) and u haven’t read this speech till now, enjoy d reading, it’s d one of those that slowly change d modern history in a better way 😉

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The Great Dictator's Speech _Charlie Chaplin

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I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

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:if u have something to tell about d post or some positive message for d New Year ur comments will be appreciated 🙂
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:d ocean resonates secret poems

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[echoing across the pond]

Poem for Mitko
_Michael Rothenberg

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Today, when Ziggy
(the dog) and I
go down to the ocean
we’ll send you a poem

Some wild ribbon
Invisible soul
birds in flight
across chrome waters

We will wait
for your silent reply
Look for a word
and world of peace

Riding back
over bright breakers
from your land-
locked European country

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A Sea-Monkey
I was born and raised
in Florida

Learned my liquid life
Now, I am pulled
by the moon

Birth and inevitability
Yes, the ocean
gives us power

Tells us the rolling universe
does not belong to us
No matter how hard

we try to destroy it

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Godless power
Chrome waves

Sun’s flames
soak my brow

Ziggy stops to dig in the sand
Barks at the blue-black raven

calling from the stranded
boulder on Shell Beach

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I’d go crazy living on an island
surrounded by a fevered sea of woe

and sapphire horizons

I plan for a busier tomorrow
But I can’t get the ocean out of my head

You could crave another island

But whatever’s there I can’t describe
Lupine, thistle, and wild oats

on the bluff
Something I think I see, but can’t

Imagination
inscribed in the mercurial sky

I wait for an explosion

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This is not a good year for Tyrants!
Copper skies above Tahrir Square

Here comes that crashing thought
That currency I sent away over the expanse

to be read by you, Mitko
Tear gas clouds in Tahrir Square

Coming back tied and frayed around a rugged headland
We have had enough of this enslavement!

Men and women, boys and girls with stones
Give them what they want

Don’t wait for permission from the headquarters
Authorization from the Opera

Live long and without endorsements

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The dog still barks, but can’t say exactly what he believes
Is that a dragon or civilization burning on the beach?

Coming in or going out
I can’t tell which way the poetry is running

A wave followed by another wave followed by another
Tide of the underworld rushing overall, blowing silver

over shipwrecked shores and tortured skies
A sleeper wave slashing

Pillars of…

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I asked the California badger
on the road back home
Do you find this dream amusing?

There was something vicious in his response
Is the human condition just entertainment?

I ask the badger
about Political gamesmanship
and coppery metaphors

Slung across the heavens
like Handel’s Messiah?

No reply!

This is not a domestic animal!

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O, Brother from another great continent
Beyond shimmering cataclysmic fever

Foam and light rushing up over my feet
Mammoth rubbings on mammoth stones. . .

Oh Macedonian Brother

I went down to the ocean today and the sky and sun and water
were blinding and gorgeous chrome, so I kind of got caught

in light and isolation and could think of nothing else

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.OCEANia and :Christmas
_Mitko Gogov

.lips are touching salty waves,
oceans playin’ with d messages lost in them.
We think that inside float
maternal fluid which nourishes us while we sleep
as teddy bears, as kangaroos
in d
wombs
inside.

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We fly with our messages
like freed birds from their cage..
Love is transferred through cosmic channels!
..an uncle somewhere far across the pond
sit on the shore,
caressing the existence of his thoughts
sending them far away to me
to be returned as hidden universes.
The day ends ..

. .. and, somewhere there Jesus is born.

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dogs bark in joy,
about one I know for sure.
In these bottles we keep all
d messages, those which are yet to be sent
condemning the mystery of not knowing.

!Telepathy is a pact with mice. .. you hear me?

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We signalize d existence,
as fireflies in summer. .. even d Indians would envy us
for d art of connecting.
Do we hear each other or d waves are too strong?!
I hear how d water cleans our souls. these salty rocks
one day will fall apart!
We run lost as we should
win this marathon, but not
all waves end at the same place?

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Embraced each other with d thoughts that returns
– boomerang technique is more active nowadays.
The end of reason is near ,
in d rain we hide d cry of our fear.
At the end of the day

:all stars are falling down
– but they not fade;

they glow us from closer!

night lights,
they make d passion for more myth!

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We reserve space in d universe
as if d hotel of our life has remained with(out)
no rooms. Guests are our memories. ..

fill d beds and under them they hide Us
from ourselves..*

Here the lake is calm
..dreaming of its elder brothers and sisters
will there be a river born to bring me
at d sea,
will there be a sea born
to bring me to you?

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The Absolute dives with special equipment
we the trackers are dolphins
we close our snouts while we breathe,
yet, our ears fill with water .

Can we hear d water composition
for the rain, for d snow that melts in us
or icicles are born?

In my house a wave is coming,
from d ocean is, We say. ..
on my walls dark blue worlds
aquarium filled with indigo sky

.my fishes are dreaming d Big Water
Lemurians dears ~

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.all rights reserved. Michael Rothenberg & Mitko Gogov copyright © 2011

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_this is a project that I like to call meditation trough #poetry and it happen on d Christmas Eve’ when Michael sit on d ocean and sent his poetry trough d waves in my house where I receive d salty smell of d eternal life that we live.

Before I share d bio that I took from wikipedia I want to mention here that I become friend with him after he start d big poetry event 100 Thousand Poets for Change, that took place all over d world in one single day 24. September and I decide to make poetry event that will be part of d event and will be placed in my city as only manifestation that will support this IDEA and will sent signal, light from Strumica for more awareness in all fields. more about 100 TPC and Big Bridge [here]. if u are into poetry u can create d event for ur region for next year, it’s planned for 29 September – [join Us, write to us at: walterblue@bigbridge.org]

Michael Rothenberg is an American poet, songwriter, editor, and active environmentalist in the San Francisco Bay Area. Born in Miami Beach, Florida, Rothenberg received his Bachelor of Arts in English at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Afterward, he moved to California in 1976, where he began “Shelldance Nursery”, an orchid and bromeliad nursery.

In 1993 he received his MA in Poetics at New College of California. In 1989, Rothenberg and artist Nancy Davis began Big Bridge Press,[1] a fine print literary press, publishing works by Jim Harrison, Joanne Kyger, Allen Ginsberg, Philip Whalen and others. Rothenberg is editor of Big Bridge,[2] a webzine of poetry. Rothenberg is also co-editor and co-founder of Jack Magazine,[3] He is the editor of:

  • Overtime, Selected Poems by Philip Whalen
  • As Ever, Selected Poems by Joanne Kyger
  • David’s Copy, Selected Poems by David Meltzer
  • Way More West, Selected Poems by Ed Dorn (Penguin, 2007)
  • Collected Poems of Philip Whalen (Wesleyan University Press, 2007).

Rothenberg’s poems have appeared in 88: A Journal of Contemporary American Poetry, First Intensity, Cortland Review, Golden Handcuffs Review, Exquisite Corpse, Zyzzyva, Mudlark,[4] Jacket, Rolling Stock, Sycamore Review, and other publications. His books include Unhurried Vision, Paris Journals, What The Fish Saw, Nightmare Of The Violins, Man/Woman w/Joanne Kyger, and Favorite Songs. In 1990 Rothenberg began writing songs. His songs have appeared in films by Hollywood Pictures, Shadowhunter and Black Day, Blue Night.

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Mitko Gogov (1983, Skopje, Macedonia) aka kihuPotru is conceptual artist, published poet, youth worker & activist.

Conceptual/ multimedia artist (art academy, Bulgaria, non-formal educational art programs & workshops France ) with few expos, performances and art installations behind, showed in France, Norway, Italy, Serbia, Bulgaria, Macedonia.. published poet and short stories writer, translated in English [Philippines, Us.. ], Serbian, Croatian, Italian, Spanish, Indian [telugu], Bulgarian, Macedonian.. [still working on d first book that should be published February, 2o12]

youth worker that works with young people from everywhere, push for social inclusion and volunteering. .. active graffiti painter and word as a [dj] with the name Dzamski, specializing in psychedelic trance, dark forest, experimental and ambient sounds.
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by Allen Ginsberg

Drinking my tea
without sugar-
no difference.

The sparrow shits
upside down
— ah! my brain & eggs

Mayan head in a
pacific driftwood bole.
— Someday I’ll live in N.Y.

Looking over my shoulder
my behind was covered
with cherry blossoms.

Winter Haiku

I didn’t know the names
of the flowers–now
my garden is gone.

I slapped the mosquito
and missed.
What made me do that?

Reading haiku
I am unhappy,
longing for the Nameless.

A frog floating
in the drugstore jar:
summer rain on grey pavements.
(after Shiki)

On the porch
in my shorts;
auto lights in the rain.

Another year
has past-the world
is no different.

The moon over the roof,
worms in the garden.
I rent this house.

The first thing I looked for
in my old garden was
The Cherry Tree.

My old desk:
the first thing I looked for
in my house.

My early journal:
the first thing I found
in my old desk.

My mother’s ghost:
the first thing I found
in the living room.

I quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror.

The madman
emerges from the movies:
the street at lunchtime.

Cities of boys
are in their graves,
and in this town…

Lying on my side
in the void:
the breath in my nose.

On the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone-
Screech of taxicabs.

A hardon in New York,
a boy
in San Fransisco.

[Haiku composed in the backyard cottage at 1624

Milvia Street, Berkeley 1955, while reading R.H.

Blyth’s 4 volumes, “Haiku.”]

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dale_smith_ginsburg_howlingAllen Ginsberg

Renowned poet, world traveler, spiritual seeker, founding member of a major literary movement, champion of human and civil rights, photographer and songwriter, political gadfly, teacher and co-founder of a poetics school. Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) defied simple classification.

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