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short poems

October 31, 2007

Today I was enjoying the expressive beauty and simplicity of style in satirical short poems. Let me share with you some of them.

A Silly Poem by Spike Milligan

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I’ll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

The Ant by Ogden Nash

The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?

My Sister Laura by Spike Milligan

My sister Laura’s bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can’t lift her, I’ve tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.

Tragedy by Harry Graham

That morning, when my wife eloped
With James, our chauffeur, how I moped!
What tragedies in life there are!
I’m dashed if I can start the car.

The Termite by Ogden Nash

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

Indifference by Harry Graham

When Grandmamma fell off the boat,
And couldn’t swim, and wouldn’t float,
Maria just sat by and smiled –
I almost could have slapped the child!

The Purist by Ogden Nash

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bungles!”
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
“You mean,” he said, “a crocodile.”

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the bookfair

October 29, 2007

pete’s book
Well, today is the last day of the bookfair in my city. It always takes place in October – and it is always a great joy for me. And always the same story, I feel I never have enough money to buy everything that I would like to have…huh. When it comes to books my appetites are constantly growing – now I have less than 1.5K books in my library but I like to hear that people have more than 10 thousand books at home (I hope I will join that club somewhere in the future). To put it simply, books are like a chocolate – you can never have it enough.

This year, I am totally into reading children books. I bought two books by Pete Johnson, modern writer from Great Britain. Yesterday I read this book ‘Trust Me, I’m a Troublemaker’, and it was a lot of fun. Here is a little description from the site.

Archie is a very mature child – some would say far too mature! Having grown up with his gran, he seems to have acquired some adult ways – and the kids at his new school find them unbearable. Especially Miranda – the class troublemaker. At first she absolutely can’t stand Archie but then she starts to see him as a bit of a project- could she really make Archie into a Troublemaker Extraordinaire? Their unlikely friendship really gets going when Archie needs help to scare off his dad’s new girlfriend . . .

Corgi Children’s Books | 169-page paperback
ISBN: 044086626X

I enjoyed it so much, I was similar kid like Archie in my primary school, perhaps not so serious – but I also enjoyed to clean schoolyard :) After I read the other book, I plan to find books by Sue Townsend about Adrian Mole – I did not read them when I was younger, so I want to do it now.

Among other books I bought book about life and work of Tarkovsky, the famous Soviet movie director, and antology of humouristic poetry from the States. My sister bought book about Che Guevara, and she got autograph from Che’s daughter who was the visitor of the fair. I am so happy about that because I have very, very deep respect for Che.

O Captain! My Captain!

February 2, 2007


Where are now teachers like Mr. Keating? Rise poets, rise, your destiny is freedom! Mr. Peter Weir, my infinite gratitude for this movie!

the north wind and the sun

January 30, 2007

The North Wind boasted of great strength. The Sun argued that there was great power in gentleness.

“We shall have a contest,” said the Sun.

Far below, a man traveled a winding road. He was wearing a warm winter coat.

“As a test of strength,” said the Sun, “Let us see which of us can take the coat off of that man.”

“It will be quite simple for me to force him to remove his coat,” bragged the Wind.

The Wind blew so hard, the birds clung to the trees. The world was filled with dust and leaves. But the harder the wind blew down the road, the tighter the shivering man clung to his coat.

Then, the Sun came out from behind a cloud. Sun warmed the air and the frosty ground. The man on the road unbuttoned his coat.

The sun grew slowly brighter and brighter.

Soon the man felt so hot, he took off his coat and sat down in a shady spot.

“How did you do that?” said the Wind.

“It was easy,” said the Sun, “I lit the day. Through gentleness I got my way.”

taken from www.storyarts.com

I adore shopping!

January 29, 2007

Who says that I object shopping? In fact I like shopping, I only don’t like it in periods when I don’t have money. In fact even then I like it, but I like it infinitely more when I can buy something too. Well, when I see Britney with her friends on MTV going to shopping, I just close my eyes and think that I went also to buy new running shoes (actually I bought silver-black Reebok leather ones few weeks ago, the wisest thing to do is to get running shoes when it is winter discount!)

It is just that shops in Belgrade don’t have always what I want…

So I can only dream how beautiful would it be that I enter in shop one day and say

-Good day, my beloved friends!-
-Good day, mister Dejan, what do you wish to buy today?-
-I just want to greet you with a smile, and to buy few things by the way-
-You are always very welcome, just say!-
-Oh well, I need 300 gr of happiness, half a kilo of pure joy, hmmm, what is that there on discount? aha, inner peace, well, that’s good – give me 2 kilos of that…How about selfless love, hmm, okay, give one litre of that. Do I need to mix it with water, or I can drink it like that?
-No, you can drink it like that. But if you want to mix it with water we have concentrated one too!-
-Okay, give me that concentrated one, and what is that over there…forgiveness, give me that too, and two bars of bliss and delight. What, box of pleasures, no, I don’t need it, I have already bought pure joy, and if it won’t be enough I will drop by this evening to buy half a kilo more. And please wrap it all up well, I don’t want to lose anything of it-
-No problem, here I will wrap it in special paper of humility that can contain it all-
-Thank you, how much money do I owe you for that?-
-Come on, why do you ask, we know that you are close friend of the shop owner. So everything is free for you!-
-Ok, thanks very much. I just thought it would be polite to ask :) Good-bye dear friends!
-Good-bye mr. Dejan, and please come again!-

But perhaps this is not mere dream. Perhaps the name of this shop is created Universe. And what is the way to become very good friend with the Owner? Nice topic to think about…

Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.

Albert Einstein

One thing is sure, if such shop exists you do not say ‘Give me’ no, it is not proper. Proper word is ‘Take me’ (make me Your friend, never to part)

Enjoy your shopping!

beautiful snowy evening

January 29, 2007

Skadarlija
My sister and I went one fine day to buy a painting that is about Belgrade. Her good friend was getting married, and my sister wanted to buy a painting which will remind her friend of their student days (her friend is not living in Belgrade now). So we strolled thoroughout the galleries in the city, and when we almost saw everything, we found one nice painting and agreed to buy it for the present. But then I looked at the painting below that one, it was also oil on canvas – and I liked it so much. I spent I don’t know how much time persuading myself not to buy this one, we had to give money also for the other one. But I did not persuade myself. I went back home to the other part of city where I live, to take more money because we did not bring enough (who would have thought of buying two paintings at the same time), and I came back, I remember I was very tired, but I was happy when I bought it.

Painting shows Skadarlija, that is bohemian quarters of Belgrade, favourite place for artists, cobblestone promenade the same as it looked like hundred years ago. What is Montmartre for Paris, that is Skadarlija for Belgrade. If you plan to visit Belgrade, plan to visit Skadarlija too – spending evening there with your friends, listening to the music that used to be played in old days in the city (starogradska muzika) is unforgettable experience.

Nastassja Kinski and the Academy Awards

January 24, 2007

So we heard the nominations for 79th Academy Awards. If you haven’t heard it in news you can check the list of the nominees.

Do you trust the taste which was displayed so far in giving the Oscars?

Let us begin with the Oscar for the best picture. Here you have the list of all the winners for best picture since 1928. I have to say that two of mine all favourite movies actually won this prestigious award. They are Braveheart (1995) and Forrest Gump (1994). I am sure that Shawshank Redemption (1994) would also won this award if it wasn’t nominated same year as Forrest. Those three are super excellent movies.

Also Schindler list (1993) and A Beautiful Mind (2001) are very touching movies, based on the true stories.

I cannot understand why Shakespeare in Love (1998) and Million Dollar Baby (2004) got Oscars for the best picture, at all! But tastes are different. De gustibus est non disputandum.

Why I am mentioning Nastassja Kinski in this post? First off, today is her birthday – Happy Birthday, Nastassja! Much, much joy & peace!

Secondly, I really do hope she will get Oscar in the future. I really cannot understand that she was never even nominated, and that some other actresses, whose names I will not mention here, won Oscars. You can find here the list of all actresses and all actors who won title for Best Actor/Actress.

In Wikipedia I was surprised to read,

During the late 1970s and throughout the 1980s Nastassja Kinski was widely regarded as an international sex symbol.

This is not well said. It is true that in that period she made tremendous influence and had many fans, but when you say that an actress is regarded as sex symbol that is degrading. At least in her case it is degrading – she is such a great actress. Perhaps shopping oriented pop trash culture needs such bombastic titles as “sex symbol”, but let us remind ourselves that acting is an art and not production. And Nastassja is in acting what great poets are in poetry. I do not see that actresses have such sublime influence now as she used to have in 1980-ties, except for perhaps Monica Bellucci that has the capacity (did great job in Malena, but majority of people that I asked is even unaware of the hidden message in movie Malena [in sentence “Buona fortuna, signora Malèna” at the end, without that message one cannot understand true genius of Giuseppe Tornatore the director of this movie]).

Art is not a democracy so that everyone should vote. As in Athens masses decided the destiny of Socrates, so today’s masses decide destiny of art. There is so little poetry in this consumer society. Where are movies like Hair now? Where are the ideals? I don’t care about mentalizations about what art is and what is not – I want to feel like I felt after watching Hair, or Braveheart, or Shawshank Redemption. What R.W.Emerson and his Boston Transcendentalists did in America in XIX century, and Robin Williams in movie “Dead Poets Society”, we need now in movie realm. We need depths that are more than just psychological or intellectual. We need that more than special effects and make-up. Movies should be means to inspire us to seek for higher heights, and not mainly recordings of meaningless violence in this world. We need multimedial dreamers, modern visionaries who will understand creative and inspirational capacity of the medium such as film is.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

Albert Einstein

What do you think? Who is your favourite for winning Oscar this year?

somewhere over the rainbow

January 19, 2007

Yesterday was sunny day – now I am looking through the window and it is raining.

Do you like rain or not? Are you of those people who are happy when sun is shining and cloudy weather and rain makes them sad? Or perhaps, you live in such part of the world where you like to see rain, because it is always scorching sun outside? Or, simply, you see beauty in raindrops, those little natural prisms that can reveal rainbow out of sunlight?

I knew a girl who was twenty and something at the time, who never ever saw snow in real life. So, when she visited Belgrade, I showed her how to make snowman and we threw snowballs and everything. What revelation to her was it, she never saw beauty and delicacy of snowflake before. For me it was not the same, it is not the same when you see something very beautiful for the first time or for the millionth time in life. How lucky she was.

When I was a little kid, I liked rain. It was like I was feeling very safe that I am inside in a warm house, while it is cold and raining outside. Grey colours of autumn day can have their beauty from certain angle. And summer short rains – totally different story, you are always happy to dance in the rain outside.

And most special moment of them all. When you see the rainbow. Physicist may explain what they like to their heart content – but rainbow is gift from Above. It is always very special. And you can just sing.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby…

A Lady who Thinks She Is Thirty

January 17, 2007

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda’s sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What’s a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then–
How old is Spring, Miranda?

written by Ogden Nash

Today my great friend is turning thirty. As for myself, I am already at the wrong side of thirty (and I like it allright:), but sometimes women do not like when they enter next decade, uh huh. But in case of this special friend, it is all different, she is really like a Spring (and how old is Spring? asks Ogden Nash) because she has very nice friendship-heart, she was always like that. And who has the heart like morning sun, will always be like morning sun – never old, ever young. Happy Birthday, my dear friend. God Bless You!