Pegijas · Lī · interjers

Entries · Archive · Friends · Profile

* * *
Ko mammas no mums grib?
* * *
Absurds vairojas, ja par viņu runā
* * *
"When somebody wrote of Rupert Brooke, the young poet, who died during the WWI, that he'd left Cambridge University in "a blaze of glory", the poet's mother crossed out that melodramatic phrase and replaced it with a single word, that read: "he left Cambridge University in July.""
* * *
Noišvanšteinas audiogida slepenā dzīve
* * *
Es, man liekas, esmu no tiem, kam patīk, ka pastāv dalījums nevis starp ētisku rīcību un neētisku, kas ir sausi grāmatvedisks dalījums, truls un plakans kā lineāls, bet gan starp augstsirdību un zemiskumu.
* * *
pārfrazējot Avitalu Ronellu, mēs te pīpējam viens otru.
* * *
bet jūs to nopietni - davai 100% balsojumu? Tas taču totalitārisms kaut kāds. Pret to taču nevar nesacelties.
* * *
Esmu nolēmis kaut ko mainīt un vēlēšanās nepiedalīties.
* * *
reāla urlas psiholoģija - gribēt nospārdīt to, kurš izskatās paklupis vai pat ne paklupis, bet vienkārši vieglāk ievainojams, vai arī pārāk pieklājīgs, lai kautos pretī, jeb tāds, par kuru urla ņirdz "ka šitais jau kaujās kā bāba, kauties neprot". Jo nekauties jau nevar, urlas psiholoģijā nav tādas dzīves bez kaušanās, jo citādi jau to dzīves skolu nemaz nejūt, nav tāda nerva.
* * *
Tikko pazaudēju jēgu vārdam iespēja.
Bet nevajag, paldies, palīdzēt, neinteresē.
* * *
nav jau tā, ka viss nožēlojamais ir tikai pie mums. Amerikāņiem bez Bible Belt, piemēram, ir arī Kamilla Paļja.
* * *
Visi honorāri par nemirstīgajām intervijām tika iztērēti vienā dienā.
* * *
Istabā ir dzērājs.
Protams, pielipa arī Vītola meldiņš. Nu jau pāris stundas svilpoju. Tur ir pāris tādas vietas, ka līdz zosādai.
* * *
dzejolis
Ir, kas uzskata, ka tas modernistiskais lakonisms, ornamenta un izteiksmes līdzekļu noliegums, godīgums un skaidra valoda, kā saka, arī ir tikai forma, un kā katra forma tā ik pa laikam ienāk modē un no modes atkal iziet. Kā ikonoklasms, reformācija, modernisms un mazie recidīvi pa vidu, bet kad jautā, vai tā tas domāts, tad skaidras atbildes nav.
* * *
ja kāds šonakt atnāk mājās salijis, tad lai novelk un ižauj drēbes un uzpīpē uz palodzes par visiem.
Skaņa nav beigta, tā jābūt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1npX5-CP0A
* * *
pirmās desmit diplomētās arhitektes Latvijā: Margarēte Ostvalds (diploms 1923. gadā), Zāra Goldbergs un Lidija Hofmane (1924), Rahile Rabinovičs (1926), Mirjama Gavronska un Marija Levitans (1928), Irmgarde Kronberga (1929), Doroteja Feiertāga (1930), Alma Dunga un Elfrīda Legzdiņš (1931).
* * *
"Neblenz tik negausīgi, tas nav pieklājīgi" attiecas arī uz tūristiem un viņu apskates objektiem.
* * *
The Skip - James Fenton

I took my life and threw it on the skip,
Reckoning the next-door neighbours wouldn't mind
If my life hitched a lift to the council tip
With their dry rot and rubble. What you find

With skips is - the whole community joins in
Old mattresses appear, doors kind of drift
Along with all that won't fit in the bin
And what the bin-men can't be fished to shift

I threw away my life, and there it lay
And grew quite sodden. 'What a dreadful shame, '
Clucked some old bag and sucked her teeth. 'The way
The young these days.... no values....... me, I blame..... '

But I blamed no-one. Quality control
Had loused it up, and that was that. 'Nough said
I couldn't stick at home, I took a stroll
And passed the skip, and left my life for dead.

Without my life, the beer was just as foul,
The landlord still as filthy as his wife,
The chicken in the basket was an owl,
And no one said: 'Ee, Jim-lad, whur's thee life? '

Well, I got back that night the worse for wear,
But still just capable of single vision;
Looked in the skip, my life- it wasn't there!
Some bugger'd nicked it - WITHOUT my permission.

Okay, so I got angry and began
To shout, and woke the street. Okay, OKAY,
AND I was sick all down the neighbour's van
AND I disgraced myself on the par-kay

And then.... you know how if you've had a few
You'll wake at dawn, all healthy, like sea breezes,
Raring to go, and thinking: 'Clever you!
You've got away with it' and then, Oh Jesus,

It hits you. Well, that morning, just at six
I woke, got up and looked down at the skip.
There lay my life, still sodden, on the bricks,
There lay my poor old life, arse over tip.

Or was it mine? Still dressed, I went downstairs
And took a long cool look. The truth was dawning.
Someone had just exchanged my life for theirs.
Poor fool, I thought - I should have left a warning.

Some bastard saw my life and thought it nicer
Than what he had. Yet what he'd had seemed fine.
He'd never caught his fingers in the slicer
The way I'd managed in that life of mine.

His life lay glistening in the rain, neglected,
Yet still a decent, an authentic life.
Some people I can think of, I reflected
Would take that thing as soon as you'd say Knife.

It seemed a shame to miss a chance like that
I brought the life in, dried it by the stove.
It looked so fetching, stretched out on the mat
I tried it on. It fitted, like a glove.

And now, when some local bat drops off the twig
And new folk take the house, and pull up floors
And knock down walls and hire some kind of big
Container (say, a skip) for their old doors.

I'll watch it like a hawk, and every day
I'll make at least - oh - half a dozen trips.
I've furnished an existence in this way.
You'd not believe the things you'd find on skips.

Tags:

* * *
Līdzīgi kā "ideāli" no valodas pazudis arī vārds barbarisms. Gan tāpēc, ka kulturāli cilvēki ir spiesti just kaunu par savu līmeni, gan tāpēc, ka situācijā, kurā kultūra tiek dzīta atpakaļ skapī, bet no turienes izlaista tikai karnevāliskos nolūkos, barbarismam nav ko pretnostatīt. Ja barbarisms ir norma, tad nav nekādas jēgas to saukt citā vārdā kā vien par normu.
* * *
Vispār man ļoti patīk virdžīnijas piezīme par to, ka Latvijas nav, ir tikai kaut kādi nepraktiski un saldsērīgi suvenīri palikuši.
Klausoties vienu pēc otras visādas Zbigņeva Bžezinska uzstāšanās (jo viņš tagad ļoti atgādina mīļāko no manām vecmāmiņām, un patīk arī viņa bieži lietotais "namely"), atradu arī Straujumas uzrunu Atlantic Council konferencē. No lomas viņa neizkrita.
* * *

Previous