#blogging – [spiritual] thing we do before new year?!

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.are u a blogger? do u blog often? when was d first time when u hear about blog? even that I can say that is more then decade, I will just try to make d frame of my 10 years experience in blogging. u know it’s not easy to be constant, to be interesting, to be with d right content in d right time? I’ve never been so into it, but u know, years are passing…

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I look in this blog and I see that this year was totally out for my blogging “in English”. I open this blog few years ago because I was thinking that I’ll have much more free time, and I’ll just share what I think is new and attractive, what can be viral and popular. I hit d button once when I wrote article about woodkid. I know that this music is great and that he will be popular very soon. that’s like it was!

I didn’t wrote article about zaz, but when I saw her in Paris 4 years ago somehow I had that feeling when u are aware that there is star in front of u. I try(ed) to share earlier here things that are important for me, d way of living, d way of believing, d way of acting…

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are u active citizen? are u part of ur civil community? are u pushing for changes in ur area, in ur home place or wherever u are? hard times are coming, nobody cares about nobody, capitalism, consumerism, corruption. on d other side poverty, violence, minorities.. what are we doing actually? we are blogging about that? really?! so awesome! c’mon people, it’s 21 century and all we are sharing on d social media is what we eat, where we’re having fun, what is our favorite pet, plus 10 cats & 10 dogs for free, because they look cute, yea.

.I must share this old story with u, somehow I think that is really necessary to repeat d things that we know and we count them as important for ur life:

An old man and his grandson are sitting by the fire outside the tepee, wrapped in furs and gazing into the leaping flames. High on a snowy ridge, a wolf howls at the moon and another answers from far away. Soon after, the old man removes the pipe from his mouth.
‘Grandson,’ he says. ‘There are two wolves inside you. One is white and the other is black.’
‘What are they doing there, Grandfather?’ asks the wide-eyed boy.
‘They are fighting each other,’ says the old man.
The boy considers this, then asks, ‘Why are they white and black?’
‘The white one is your love, your peace and your truth. The black one is your fear, your anger and your lies.’
The fire crackles and sparks flare in the night. The wolf on the ridge howls again and the old man puffs contentedly on his pipe.
Finally, the boy says, ‘Which one will win, Grandfather?’
‘Ah,’ says the old man, removing the pipe once more. ‘The one that wins is the one that you feed.’

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:being person that will show some new perspective to d circle of people that are close to u is harder then ever. nobody listen, nobody cares, I write this not because someone will read it, I write this just because now I’m alone and I think it’s time for me “again” to face d situation and “try” to accept it as it is. for me ignorance and acceptance are not d real answer, I can swallow whatever d media have to offer to me, but I don’t trust, I don’t trust my neighbors, I don’t trust my cousins, my government… why should I? we have to push harder if we want to see anything from that what we’re dreaming about when we were kids. we have d power to control how we’re vibrating, positively or negatively. therefore, the ability to bring whatever we want to our life is our right, if we are aware about that. we have d power to create our own wonderful reality, with faith that d universe is on our side – but for that we need to be more active. and when I mean more active I think about offline activism, when we are doing d things that we know about. when we meet people that we are sure they know what we are talking about. d new era brings new challenges. everyone that stops on our road is important. we listen and we don’t speak a lot, but we select what we say loud. it’s message, either for us, either for d listener.

:what if u could find
d nature of reality in a work of fiction?

.we no longer have to be a passive spectators or victims of uncontrollable circumstances around us. we no longer have to reactively live a life of randomness and worry. we no longer have to hope or wonder if everything is going to turn out okay, instead, we can develop into an active creators — an inventors of thoughts, feelings and positive energy that will elevate our state of being. we need to have faith that, whatever our face experiences, we’re gaining wisdom and d tools are bringing us closer and closer to our goals.

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.are u a #leader? do u want to be one? what do u know about leaders. are u d change that u want to see in d world? what are u doing? what is ur work? do u trust urself? do u believe to urself? are u sure that u’re doing d right steps? where u see urself in (close) future? is it correct place for u? what is ur mission? are u happy? do u know what is love? eternal existence of ur soul? are u transcendental?

keep d struggle, answer those questions every time when they come inside ur mind, be d bird, no, be d person that will release ur bird from d cage.

new year is coming, d bells will bring d new beginning very soon. till next time – stay blessed friends!

:peace, love, unity, bliss and light! ❤

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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

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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

*

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…

*

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!

*

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.

*

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.

*

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?

*

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?

*

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!

*

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?

*

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.
Blogger, open for communication. #culture #art #media

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