Tuesday, February 8, 2011

That heart is dead - (remix)


Or: on how we learned to love our artistic fathers and to characterize with their spiritual heritage our everyday life.

<<.....Rad bi povedal ljudem lepo, dobro besedo, svetlo besedo, kakor je svetlo novembrsko sonce na Krasu.
(I would like to tell people nice, good word, a bright word, bright as the November sun in the Karst.)

.......Toda moja beseda je težka in molčeča, grenka kakor je brinova jagoda s Krasa.
(But my word is heavy and silent, bitter as berries from the Karst.)

.......V njej je trpljenje, za katero ne boste nikoli zvedeli, v njej je bolest, katere ne morete spoznati.
(In it there's suffering, of which you'll never know, in it there is grief, which you cannot know. )

........Moja bolečina je ponosna in molčeča in bolj nego ljudje jo razumevajo bori na gmajni in brinjevi grmi za skalami.
(My pain is proud and silent and, more than by their people, it is understood by the pinetrees in the barren land and by the juniper bushes behind the rocks.....>>.)....>>.

(Pesmi, izdan l. 1927.) (Poems, published year 1927.)

Srečko Kosovel,
18. marec 1904 – Tomaj 27. maj 1926

This is a contribute for the Day of the Culture of Slovenija

by avles - the Last Termina(l)tor

(Note: in the case you don't see 'em, between the single paragraphs there should be som pics taken from everyday life relaxing programs of television Slovenia and from the New Year night special variety)

...>try also the original version:<...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

That heart is dead

Above image - Srečko Kosovel (About this sound pronunciation (help·info)) (18 March 1904 – 26 May 1926) was a Slovene expressionist poet who evolved towards avant-garde forms. Since the 1960s, Kosovel has become a poetic icon, in the league of the most prestigious Slovene literates like France Prešeren and Ivan Cankar. Together with Edvard Kocbek, he is considered as the most important Slovene poet of the post-WWI period. He produced an impressive body of work of more than 1000 poems with a quality regarded as unusually high for his age. Most of his works were published almost four decades after his early death.

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