tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51354488463732566562024-03-08T13:44:49.017+01:00Merewyn versus WorldMerewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-24165354149414778492011-06-22T23:08:00.000+01:002011-06-22T23:10:43.646+01:00Blog for the New EraHas this blogging here still any sense in the era of facebook?Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-33157145709951782502007-05-19T22:53:00.000+02:002007-05-19T22:55:41.788+02:00AutopsychographyThe poet is a faker<br />Who’s so good at his act<br />He even fakes the pain<br />Of pain he feels in fact.<br /><br />And those who read his words<br />Will feel in what he wrote<br />Neither of the pains he has<br />But just the one they don’t.<br /><br />And so around its track<br />This thing called the heart winds,<br />A little clockwork train<br />To entertain our minds.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fernando Pessoa (himself)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Translated by Richard Zenith</span>Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-58766228754005308962007-05-18T01:23:00.000+02:002007-05-18T01:31:39.345+02:00I make my poems flow<span style="font-style: italic;">A beautiful black butterfly<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I meet her in the nights<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">We circle each other</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the silence</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Weaving the cobweb</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of glances and smiles</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For a moment</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The sunshine eclipses the darkness</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Then we fly apart</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Return to our lives</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Disappear in the daily rush.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wait for the twilight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To bring me your shine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Will you come?</span><br /><br />("<span style="font-style: italic;">A Beautiful Black Butterfly" by Merewyn Kazan</span>)Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-10943236959923953292007-05-14T01:53:00.000+02:002007-05-14T01:58:22.093+02:00Floating ThoughtsSo you have been of use<br />And you have been abused<br /><br />You know you look pale today<br />Your self-esteem has gone astray<br /><br />You sold out and lost your looks<br />You gave away all your books<br /><br />You should drown with me<br /><br />Your hands has been wound up tight<br />Unwind it with me tonight<br /><br />You should drown with me<br /><br />Tyre tracks<br />Fresh on the ground<br />Where he will be found<br />Held under the water<br />Resting there in a stream<br />View from the cold water<br />Buried in green<br />Orange filter sky<br /><br />Your drowning in family there<br />When will you come up for air<br /><br />You should drown with me<br /><br />Don't feel you let 'em down<br />Cos they have already drowned<br /><br />You should drown with me<br /><br />..... (after Porcupine Tree, "In Absentia")Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-49201941998813792012007-05-09T23:37:00.000+02:002007-05-18T01:17:52.269+02:00Shakespeare became the creepy stalkerThe more I learn about Seung Cho, the less I understand people in America. Seung was accused for stalking but actually all that stalking he was turned to police for, consisted of looking into the eyes and writing Shakespeare, "Romeo and Julliet" on a door board? WOW! I wish I was stalked that way.<br /><br />Imagine, the girl that called police for finding that message, the girl that is the student and should have at least a minimum knowledge about the her own culture heritage, she didn’t recognize that Seung was quoting Shakespeare. How disappointing.... No wonder you do not want to reveal your name.Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-66934032780324567002007-05-07T23:09:00.000+02:002007-06-26T23:26:34.419+02:00Shine - Collective Soul<span style="font-style: italic;">Give me a word</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Give me a sign<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Show me where to look<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Tell me what will I find<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Lay me on the ground<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Fly me in the sky<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Show me where to look<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Tell me what will I find<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, heaven let your light shine down</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is in the water<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Love is in the air<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Show me where to go<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Tell me will love be there<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Teach me how to speak<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Teach me how to share</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Teach me where to go</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Tell me will love be there</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oh, heaven let your light shine down</span><br /><br />A person who repeats the lyrics of this song, about love, everyday, like a prayer, as if begging for help, cannot be evil. And all we want is to understand why he made the evil. My heart is full of compassion for the victims and this is why I seek for an answer why did it all happen?Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135448846373256656.post-29028917587471124652007-05-02T01:37:00.000+02:002007-05-02T01:42:18.691+02:00Seung-Hui ChoIn the memory of all the 33 victims of Virginia Tech Massacre.....<br /><br />Wisława Szymborska, (Nobel Prize in Literature 1996)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"On Death, without Exaggeration"</span><br /><br />It can't take a joke,<br />find a star, make a bridge.<br />It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,<br />building ships, or baking cakes.<br /><br />In our planning for tomorrow,<br />it has the final word,<br />which is always beside the point.<br /><br />It can't even get the things done<br />that are part of its trade:<br />dig a grave,<br />make a coffin,<br />clean up after itself.<br /><br />Preoccupied with killing,<br />it does the job awkwardly,<br />without system or skill.<br />As though each of us were its first kill.<br /><br />Oh, it has its triumphs,<br />but look at its countless defeats,<br />missed blows,<br />and repeat attempts!<br /><br />Sometimes it isn't strong enough<br />to swat a fly from the air.<br />Many are the caterpillars<br />that have outcrawled it.<br /><br />All those bulbs, pods,<br />tentacles, fins, tracheae,<br />nuptial plumage, and winter fur<br />show that it has fallen behind<br />with its halfhearted work.<br /><br />Ill will won't help<br />and even our lending a hand with wars and coups d'etat<br />is so far not enough.<br /><br />Hearts beat inside eggs.<br />Babies' skeletons grow.<br />Seeds, hard at work, sprout their first tiny pair of leaves<br />and sometimes even tall trees fall away.<br /><br />Whoever claims that it's omnipotent<br />is himself living proof<br />that it's not.<br /><br />There's no life<br />that couldn't be immortal<br />if only for a moment.<br /><br />Death<br />always arrives by that very moment too late.<br /><br />In vain it tugs at the knob<br />of the invisible door.<br />As far as you've come<br />can't be undone.<br />......................<br /><br /><a class="ge_a" title="" target="" href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/szymborska-poetry.html">http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1996/szymborska-poetry.html</a><br /> <span class="bl_author"><a class="ge_a" href="http://vienna.blog.onet.pl/4,AU5061228,index.html">Merewyn</a> (03:03)</span>Merewyn Kazanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01438348523522581574noreply@blogger.com0