Arhiv za April, 2007

Medijska revolucija

Sobota, April 21st, 2007

To kar v zadnjem času doživljamo z vplivom YOUTUBE-a, bloga in nasplošno odzivnosti interneta na dogodke, politično propagando, vpliv na javno mnenje ... je po mojem mnenju revolucionarno. Nič ne more biti več skrito. Vse je javno. Vsi postajamo novinarji in kreatorji javnega mnenja. 

Še par zanimivih linkov : 

http://www.vest.si/

http://medijski.blog.siol.net/

Rok Kajzer je med drugim tudi naš blogerski kolega http://zagreblog.tuditi.delo.si/ 

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Sweet Darkness

Ponedeljek, April 2nd, 2007

Sweet Darkness

Poem By  David White 


When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.

There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb
tonight.

The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.

Give up all other worlds
except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness to learn

anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

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Poetry

Ponedeljek, April 2nd, 2007
Poetry  


 Poem By Pablo Neruda

  And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

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