May 3, 2011 » Volim Silviju / I Love Silvia
This is what happens when I write down a totally random stream of thoughts. And everyone in this annoys me, apart from Silvia. She did annoy me sometimes in the past, but I annoyed her much more and I am thankful that I somehow re-gained her trust and love, same goes for the trust of some of our mutual friends, who also appeared in some of my work, though it was never clearly stated it was them.
One of these people probably never expected to end up in any of my pieces. The others? Well, they all appeared in my
April 25, 2011 » Srebrnasto zeleno / Silvergreen
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Last night, I was sleepy, but it was not quite the time to go to sleep, so I was trying to keep myself awake by talking to two friends, one of whom was also super-sleepy and writing down random words that look nice together. That’s how I came up with “silvergreen”, solely to figure out that such a title fits pretty well in something Wrong Star-related because of silvergreen actually being the wrong star colour.
And that’s how yet another short inner monologue of A, who’s convincing herself for years and years than January Black/B. isn’t harmful to her came
April 21, 2011 » Ovde / Here
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Broke the Wrong Star canon and mixed WS and non-fiction. OK, reality. As usual, no clean explanation and absolutely what-the-hell. Written on the bus and on a park bench by the lake. Gonna fix the typos and Serbian text when I’m home.- FIXED! Enjoying the day at the lake with my friend Marija and her adorable toddler, Dušan aka Duki.
Ovde
Plastične kese su kotrljani,
duga je aprilska noć,
i nema nikoga
ovde.
Dođi, dođi, dođi ovamo.
Plasticne kese su kotrljani,
ova je ljubičasta. Fuj, ljubičasto!
I niko nije pri zdravoj pameti
ovde.
Dođi, dođi, dođi ovamo.
Fisija konfisija,
Fuzija konfuzija,
Pod mojom kapuljačom ima života,
i ne mogu je ponovo nataknuti.
Vatra ne može biti
April 21, 2011 » Sunce na konopcu /Sun On A Rope
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Just another Wrong Star idea. Probably also has something to do with telling Steva the other day how it’s weird when four middle-aged men sing Soap On The Rope. Obviously, that inspired only the title, but god forbid, the rest has nothing to do with it. It was written within 3 minutes last night when I was waiting for the second out of three anti-headache pills taken in the last 12 hours to work.
Sunce na konopcu
Imala sam svoje Sunce na konopcu,
jer sam htela da mi neprekidno sija,
jednog dana konopac je iskliznuo
i poletelo je ka nebu.
Uhvatili su ga, sa sve
April 19, 2011 » P.O.M.K.I.Z.H.B.G.A.I.D.I. / A.T.W.T.A.S.H.N.T.B.A.U.A.
Just wrote this. It’s a rough draft of what I suddenly had on my mind in a totally..well, wrong place. I thought about a new series, with a limited number of fragments, the title of which would also be a piece of poetry. And each line of the title piece would represent a title of one of the other pieces.
Given that it’s a draft, this might be changed many more times, perhaps its title will end up being much different from what it is now. But the idea is there.
Also, form-wise, this looks a lot like the piece that
April 19, 2011 » Šta-god-to-bilo / Whatever-It-Is
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A combination of a sentence that I had on my mind for a while, something I wrote in July 2010 and some totally new mental images. Unlike Drowned Kitten and Skeleton Of A Poor Little Umbrella which were excursions to the present time nightmares and hopelessness, this is pure Wrong Star.
Šta-god-to-bilo
Pogledam li vreme, opet je jedan-dvadeset-tri.
Pojavićeš se odnekud da me kazniš.
veliki deo šta-god-toga-bilo ćeš da oslobodiš.
To niko nije uradio pre. A ni posle.
I onda kažu da ja podmećem požare.
Ha.
HA.
Ma, ne može to nikoga da povredi.
Nasmeši se i reci da je to bio samo test.
Samo…”test”.
Da, to sam rekla!
Baš to sam rekla!
Ovo
April 15, 2011 » Udavljeno mače / Drowned Kitten
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Know the first hit single by The Beautiful South? The song about a guy who has a bunch of affairs so he would have something to write about? Yeah, good for him, but what it’s like if you’re on the other side of things?
If you’re on the other side of things,your friends know that you’re a person whose body of work benefits from horrible experiences, because you have even more angry shit to write about. But my psyche is further crippled from actually allowing such horrible things to happen. Since I don’t drink or use drugs, since I am not
April 12, 2011 » Pre pet srca / Five Hearts Ago
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OK, a little break from Wrong Star, back to the long-forgotten series I named Forever Nine, though the name is subject to a changed title, which will most likely be My Name Is Not Alex.
The other day, I was at Lush, where I no longer work, as most of my friends know. I kinda take it hard that I’m not a part of the mafia and I would love to be back someday. Either way, I was there with JP and I wanted to show her massage bars. I grabbed a Soft Coeur in my hand and claimed that it
April 11, 2011 » Dragi Dženjueri Blek… / Dear January Black…
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Might be an epilogue, thus kicking Unclear Love from that place. Might be a dedication. Either way, it turns out that B. is short for January Black, or Jan Black for short. Call him whatever you want, but now at least you know that he’s not Slavonic.
Dragi Dženjueri Blek…
Dragi Džej Bi,
neka svi cvetovi na putu ka tebi cvetaju,
neka te zvezde ljubavi uvek obasjavaju,
Ona gorka je namenjena meni,
ona gorka je namenjena meni.
Dragi Džej Bi,
neka Sunce sija svugde oko tebe,
neka ti kapljice kiše utole žeđ.
One otrovne su namenjene meni,
one otrovne su namenjene meni.
Mogu ja i mnogo gore od ovoga!
Sad ću ti pokazati.
Mogu
April 10, 2011 » Skelet sirotog malog kišobrana / Skeleton Of A Poor Little Umbrella
Lives of a clipping, Unsorted | 1 Response
This poor little outtake that doesn’t belong to any series I’m writing was inspired by seeing the same umbrella on the same place in the nearby street under different weather conditions. And then one day it was finally gone. As if it was something out of some crazy film, such as Les Herbes Folles.
Either way, this is a story about a person who somehow knows that whatever they’re throwing themselves into is destined to fail and make them miserable, yet they’re doing it…at least until a certain point in time, when there’s no more fluff on their soul and
