Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Burning Man
The light
I am out of breath in concrete, helix tunnel.
The distortion of the radio waves keeps me going.
And so I close my I eyes and I run, I run, I run.
The distortion of the radio waves keeps me going.
And so I close my I eyes and I run, I run, I run.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
A Wrong Song
In my dream some yellow light
Blinds me and I’m groaning:
“Get away, a painful night!
Come, a sunny morning!”
But the morning is an ill,
Wrong and boring comer...
You just smoke or drink some swill
On an empty stomach.
Once again, yes, once again,
Many, many times again...
Once again, yes, once again,
Many, many times again...
Jerks and bums in cheap saloons
Feast for no reason...
It’s a paradise for goons
But for me - a prison!
Incense in the church they burn -
Stench like from a dustbin...
No, the church is also wrong,
Not the way it must be!
Wheezing, up the hill I lurch,
I am tired and harried...
On the top there is a birch,
Way below - a cherry...
Wish the hill were ivy-twined,
Then I’d be in clover;
Wish another joy I’d find -
But it’s wrong all over!
Once again, yes, once again,
Many, many times again...
Once again, yes, once again,
Many, many times again...
I keep running on and on
Through the field with daisies...
Light is black and God is gone,
And my road mazes.
Now it goes through the wood,
Hags collect their taxes,
In the end of it you could
See the block with axes!
Horses in a sluggish mode,
Dance with no desire...
All is wrong along the road,
But the end is dire!
Neither church, nor a saloon -
Nothing’s, nothing’s holy...
All is wrong under the moon,
Wrong and quite appalling!
Once again, yes, once again,
Many, many times again...
Once again, yes, once again,
Many, many times again...
-Vysotskiy
Shakespeare. neither more nor less... ;0)
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,—and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Married-Buried?
Why do people put a patch of death on themselves when they get married?
Maybe that is because they assume too much.
I figured out what happends to boys when they grow up - they get married.
Which was supposed to be a good thing..
But the truth is. You remain you. And another, bigger truth - that is why you deserve their love.
Maybe that is because they assume too much.
I figured out what happends to boys when they grow up - they get married.
Which was supposed to be a good thing..
But the truth is. You remain you. And another, bigger truth - that is why you deserve their love.
The Hamptons
I have never been so bored in my life. I have never felt so dead.
I so do not belong.
I love the sky...
I so do not belong.
I love the sky...
How do i know?
Something is happening.
I forget words, my voice changes, my heart drops.
But how do I know if you feel the same. And how do I know if you can feel. anything at all.
Is there something in the way you look at me? Or am I just creating another false reality again...
Well, so be it.
I love living in clouds.
I forget words, my voice changes, my heart drops.
But how do I know if you feel the same. And how do I know if you can feel. anything at all.
Is there something in the way you look at me? Or am I just creating another false reality again...
Well, so be it.
I love living in clouds.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Once upon a time...
there was a princess. :) She lived in a big crazy kingdom - Wonderland, which was separated on 5 villages.
When the princess became older she locked herself in a music tower in the Yappihippi village. That village was connected to the main land by the bridge. It was deadly quiet, cold and dark. Nobody really knew what she was doing.in that tower.
Nither did she. i think.
She was always sad and pale. And she kept loosing weight and getting smaller, and smaller - and less alive day by day. The rumours in the village were that she was sick with a desease, that was called Indecise. That desease was dangerouse, because it was taking away her will powers. And only a spell of true love could have saved her.
There were a lot of knights trying to make the princess smile. But none of them could. Because she was dumb.
And so she remained sick, got old and ugly and died.
The end.
...well... what? Did you try to make up a fable when you are so hung-over...
ouch..
I am feeling bored.. and sick..
gonna go see "sex & the city tonight". that doesn't make me feel better. yet.
When the princess became older she locked herself in a music tower in the Yappihippi village. That village was connected to the main land by the bridge. It was deadly quiet, cold and dark. Nobody really knew what she was doing.in that tower.
Nither did she. i think.
She was always sad and pale. And she kept loosing weight and getting smaller, and smaller - and less alive day by day. The rumours in the village were that she was sick with a desease, that was called Indecise. That desease was dangerouse, because it was taking away her will powers. And only a spell of true love could have saved her.
There were a lot of knights trying to make the princess smile. But none of them could. Because she was dumb.
And so she remained sick, got old and ugly and died.
The end.
...well... what? Did you try to make up a fable when you are so hung-over...
ouch..
I am feeling bored.. and sick..
gonna go see "sex & the city tonight". that doesn't make me feel better. yet.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Freaking Genius!
****
HOW TO SAVE THE AIRLINES
Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.
Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell -- They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?
The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women.
Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, including lap dances and 'special services.'
Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.
This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right -- a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.
Why didn't Bush think of this? Why do I still have to do everything myself?
Sincerely,
Bill Clinton
***
HOW TO SAVE THE AIRLINES
Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.
Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell -- They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?
The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women.
Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, including lap dances and 'special services.'
Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.
This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right -- a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.
Why didn't Bush think of this? Why do I still have to do everything myself?
Sincerely,
Bill Clinton
***
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Russians ARE coming :)
A film by Sergej Bodrov sr.
:)
))))))))))))))
My fat smile is disqusting even to myself right now.
:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The thing is...
you know how you hear some of those speeches at ceremonies and stuff..
and how people always, always say (and it's always genuine, I'm sure) that they want to thank such'n'such for their support and for believing in them.
..well, the thing is, that I wouldn't even be able to say something like that...
when I get my oscar that is.......
=)
PS:
it's hard.
and how people always, always say (and it's always genuine, I'm sure) that they want to thank such'n'such for their support and for believing in them.
..well, the thing is, that I wouldn't even be able to say something like that...
when I get my oscar that is.......
=)
PS:
it's hard.
