Osvetli moje mostove
Birajući jata svitaca,
da osvetlim svoje mostove;
groteskno, a ne suptilno.
Osvetli moje mostove…hoćeš li?
Birajući jata reči,
da nacrtam svoju sliku;
agresivno, a ne istinski.
Nacrtaj mi sliku…hoćeš li?
Birajući jato pravog
umesto škole sad-odmah;
kao idiot, a ne idealista.
Light My Bridges
Choosing schools of fireflies,
Instead of pearls
To light my bridges;
I come accross as
Grotesque, not subtle.
Light my bridges…would you?
Choosing schools Read on
Haven’t been to Nowhereland in quite a while. To my understanding, the real-life Nowhereland is currently off limits to mere mortals. It was good while it lasted, I guess. So, Ana is revisiting January Black after having spent some time wondering what the Little Bad Wolf and everyone else are doing. She ends up not Read on
Ja sam tvoj džukac,
ti si Anin džukac,
bar tako kažu neki čudaci.
Kad sam bila mala,
i bićeš moj džukac.
Izem ti mene,
u poslednje vreme i kad digneš nekom rep.
Čudan sam ti ja džukac!
Hoću da budem nečiji džukac.
Ne znam da čitam.
Nemam pojma šta mi piše na ogrlici,
znam samo da ne piše da sam tvoj džukac.
I’m Read on
This is really brutal. I started writing it early in April when I was super-angry and then I felt ashamed that I wrote something as evil as that. Eventually, the mythological half of it will be kept for something from Wrong Star, as it’s too good to be right here, right now.
As of the moment Read on
Before Wrong Star et cetera, I used to be more subtle. I’m glad I no longer am that way, at least not when it comes to writing, as I really do prefer it sharp. This was written in August 2006 and it’s probably visionary in some way…or a pure, pure coincidence. It probably has something Read on
33 minutes into the second half of 2011. I wrote this on the bus today, coming home from a client-friend’s place.
Kao knjiga koja se sama otvorila na pogrešnoj strani,
kao glumac koji je skačući sa litice završio na bini,
ja sam, ja sam, ja sam, ja sam…
Izdišem bicikle u širom otvoreni svemir,
sve dok on ne eksplodira Read on
One would say that June’s been my month of writer’s block, but solely when it comes to poetry. I’ve been pretty active on
This little website never lived to the glory of my first domain, supersonicsquirrel.net and the second, squirrelism.net, despite having quality content, mostly poetry. Last week, it had a large amount of visitors, duet to that Amy Winehouse viral video sensation.
Was that nice? Partly, yes. And partly, no.
So, yes. This is simple: all of you Read on
My video of Amy Winehouse performing Just Friends in Belgrade was disabled by YouTube for rather dubious reasons, after having reached nearly 850 000 views. Was it because of three completely harmless links, one to my
This is, more or less, a translation of a review written in Serbian on my other blog. I wrote them back to back, so I apologise for any mistakes and/or leftover non-translated text. I translated it within 15 minutes.
Wow. A concert review I have actually written on time. Truthfully speaking, I was doing my Read on