Planetarijom

I videl sem daljine, meglene i kalne, i videl sem glibline, se dalne i dalne. I videl sem strele, žveplene, blisiču. Občutil sem merliča perst na ogerliču: na jabuki Adama hladni tuji palec, bil sem v čarnom plašču, hman kak zvezdoznalec. Dalko anda dalko je ne bilo nič, zimljičavec, četertavec pezdel je hudič. Sablazen i larfa v čislu očenaša, na merličkoj plahti kak rana grabancijaša otparla mi se v oku gliblina mračna naša. Jen zgoreni kotec na tri palanjka, kak prekleti melin s tridesetri ganjka. Peklena zganjka rascufanega canjka i stražnjica kaj se v svojem kalu sanjka. Flandra, kaj se v jutro zuvle, na večer obuvle, obruč kugle na četiri vugle. Podežganje hiže podežgalcov samih, palandra, kaj svoje se meštrije ne srami. Smardlivi kadaver kaj se v vonjhe pajca krepanega zajca, digu digu dajca. Pasoglavcov krutih golubica v parklah i čarna nit konca na preslici Parkah. Pasoglavci smarde, kak futači pezde, vu žveplenom risu brenčiju škure zvezde. Med zvezdami jena kalna zvezda. Incipit ketač planetarijoma obertati se vezda. I videl sem v megli, v megli sem videl: Zerinski grof črez meglu kak slepec gre v Beč. A nazaj ga nebu, a nazaj ga nebu, a nazaj ga nebu nigdar več. I Jelačiča Bana i Gospona Gaja, I Njih sem videl bloditi v Beč: tam buju svoju, tam buju svoju, tam buju svoju popluvali reč.

I videl sem v megli tristotin banov, tristotin banov, tristo galanov, kak zmirom črez meglu blodiju v Beč. Tristotin banov črez meglu sem videl, kak ničemurnjaki pleziju v Beč. Tristotin banov na konju, k Jagelonu, tristotin banov vu salonvagonu, tristotin banov blode v Budim, petsto let jognja, petsto let megle, Turčin i jogenj i karv i dim. V megli sem videl, videl sem v megli: seh križneh putov konec i kraj. V meglenom blatu, v pogrebnom maršu, otkod nas nigda več nebu nazaj, Ileri kak pilki, faklonosi, zaškrabani dijaki, larfonosi, pokapali su paradno starinsku reč Kaj. Kak zvon je Kaj grmelo, kak kres je Kaj plamtelo, kak jogenj, kak harfa vekomaj, a oberpilko v gali, s pogrebnom faklom v roki med ilerskimi fanti, mertvečkemi snuboki, španceral se doktor Ludwig von Gay. Cinkuš je lajal v megli, golgotski, pokapati smo znali furtinavek gospocki. Smolaveh faklah dim sajav, rdeči, koruš černoriscov, reverend čkomeči, psalmov pogrebneh pri mertvečkoj sveči, pogrebni marš, ilerski marš brenčeči, circumdederunt i karmine zle orgula, misleč da strofe jesu te repača Renesanse, slavjanske Budnice. A človeka je ne, ki v smartne panike glas dignul bi kak veter, da pravdu nam pove, kak oroslan da rukne v taj špalir teleči, v pogrebnu paradu, v ilerski marš brenčeči: čarni to grudanjek, a je ne komet svetleči! Miroslav Krleža

Stara pjesma

O, ta uska varoš, o ti uski ljudi,
O, taj puk što dnevno veći slijepac biva,
O, te šuplje glave, o, te šuplje grudi,
Pa ta svakidašnja glupa perspektiva!
Čemu iskren razum koji zdravo sudi,
Čemu polet duše i srce koje sniva,
Čemu žar, slobodu i pravdu kada žudi,
Usred kukavica čemu krepost diva?
Među narodima mi Hrvati sada
Jesmo zadnji, robovi bez vlasti,
Osuđeni pasti i propasti bez časti.
Domovino moja, tvoje sunce pada,
Ni umrijeti za te Hrvat snage nema,
Dok nam stranac, majko, tihu propast sprema.

A. G. Matoš

About Taking a Stand

"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect."

Mark Twain

Ibis redibis, numquam, peribis in bello

Otići ćeš vratiti se, nećeš, poginuti u ratu.

All Animals are Equal, but Some Animals are More Equal Than Others

Or, to paraphrase:
All Europeans are equal, but some Europeans are more equal than others.

When I was 16

It's been four days, and I still don't know what I should have said to the pretty girl sitting next to me who said "Everybody likes good porn."

The Hot Chocolate Story

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired. During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of cups-porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite -- telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.

When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said:
"Notice that all the nice looking; expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups...
And then you began eyeing each others cups.

Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot chocolate we have.

The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they have.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Thank the Lord for your blessings ... and enjoy your hot chocolate!