Outcome On Gunpoint
Ishod Na Nišanu
"Ode to Loyalty"
Thought ...
Like a razor, like a flash of light like a red diamond, like a dot.
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A boat full of feelings is flying these days
With a crust of heavy imagination
Unreachable ideal
In funeral gowns
With empty hands - with no sense
A little different from understanding anything
On the horizon of a magnificent sight
Under masks
Under dry branches
With the feeling of stuck rotten leaves on the soles
With tears in his eyes and big pupils full of obedience and fear ...
Then, it means a lot
An ode to loyalty
In trouble
On a stone path
Among the thorns
On the edge...
"Oda O Odanosti"
Misao, misao, misao...
Kao oštrica brijača, kao udar svetla kao crveni dijamant, kao tačka.
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Jurca ovih dana barka puna osećanja,
Sa korom tvrde mašte,
Nepostižnih ideala
U odorama
Praznih ruku - bez smisla
Malo drugačije od poimanja bilo čega
Na obzorju veličanstvenog prizora
Pod maskama
Ispod suvih grana
Sa osećajem zalepljenog trulog lišća po tabanima
Sa suzama u očima i velikim zenicama punih pokornosti i straha...
Tada, puno znači
Oda o odanosti
U neprilici
Na kamenoj stazi
Među trnjem
Na ivici...
Meeth The Author:
Jean Cocteau
Jean Maurice Eugène Clément Cocteau (5 July 1889 – 11 October 1963) was a French poet, playwright, novelist, designer, filmmaker, visual artist, and critic. He was one of the foremost creatives of the surrealist, avant-garde, and Dadaist movements; and one of the most influential figures in early 20th-century art as a whole. The National Observer suggested that “of the artistic generation whose daring gave birth to Twentieth-Century Art, Cocteau came closest to being a Renaissance man.”
He is best known for his novels Le Grand Écart (1923), Le Livre Blanc (1928), and Les Enfants Terribles (1929); the stage plays La Voix Humaine (1930), La Machine Infernale (1934), Les Parents terribles (1938), La Machine à écrire (1941), and L'Aigle à deux têtes (1946); and the films The Blood of a Poet (1930), Les Parents Terribles (1948), Beauty and the Beast (1946), Orpheus (1949), and Testament of Orpheus (1960), which alongside Blood of a Poet and Orpheus constitute the so-called Orphic Trilogy. He was described as "one of [the] avant-garde's most successful and influential filmmakers" by AllMovie. Cocteau, according to Annette Insdorf, “left behind a body of work unequaled for its variety of artistic expression.
The Holy Terrors (Les Enfants Terribles)
Cocteau's novel Les Enfants Terribles, which was first published in 1929, holds an undisputed place among the classics of modern fiction.
Written in a French style that long defied successful translation―Cocteau was always a poet no matter what we was writing―the book came into its own for English-language readers in 1955 when this translation was completed by Rosamund Lehmann. It is a masterpiece of the art of translation of which the Times Literary Supplement said: "It has the rare merit of reading as though it were an English original." Lehrmann was able to capture the essence of Cocteau's strange, necromantic imagination and to bring fully to life in English his story of a brother and sister, orphaned in adolescence, who build themselves a private world out of one shared room and their own unbridled fantasies. What started in games and laughter because for Paul and Elisabeth a drug too magical to resist. The crime which finally destroys them has the inevitability of Greek tragedy. Illustrated with twenty of Cocteau's own drawings.
Orpheus (1950)
Directed by Jean Cocteau
Spontaneous Combustion
Spontano Sagorevanje
Combustion Spontanée
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English:
"Snake, Scorpio and Spider"
Silence is a friend of lonely people and this space is absolute freedom ... "- thought a lonely man, who was walking through the desert and moving towards his oasis.
"What the trees tell me, what the birds sing and what the animal's squeal and roar ... is a symphony. The warm wind that whistles and the sun that blazes and ... rain ... when it rains ... what a gift from heaven, a holiday over holidays ... " - the optimistic loner approached his oasis with excitement. "Glory to Nature, Glory to Heaven and Everything" - he raised his hands to the sky and felt an unusually cold wind.
"Perhaps something is wrong?" - at this thought, the man was bitten, at the same time, by a snake, a scorpion, and a spider.
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Srpski:
"Zmija, Škorpion I Pauk"
Tišina je prijatelj usamljenih ljudi i ovo prostranstvo je apsolutna sloboda...“ - tiho je razmišljao usamljeni čovek, koji se šetao pustinjom i kretao ka svojoj oazi.
„To što mi govori drveće, ono što pevaju ptice i što cijuču i riču životinje...to je simfonija. Topao vetar što zviždžduće i Sunce što plamti a...kiša...kada padne kiša... kakakav je to dar sa nebe, praznik nad praznicima...“ – optimistični samotnjak se približio svojoj oazi sa ushićenjem. „ Slava Prirodi, Slava Nebu i Svemu“ – on podiže ruke ka nebu i oseti neobično hladan vetar.
„ ...Nešto nije u redu?" - kod ove pomisli, čoveka ujedoše, u isto vreme, zmija, škorpija i pauk.
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"Snake, Scorpio and Spider"
Silence is a friend of lonely people and this space is absolute freedom ... "- thought a lonely man, who was walking through the desert and moving towards his oasis.
"What the trees tell me, what the birds sing and what the animal's squeal and roar ... is a symphony. The warm wind that whistles and the sun that blazes and ... rain ... when it rains ... what a gift from heaven, a holiday over holidays ... " - the optimistic loner approached his oasis with excitement. "Glory to Nature, Glory to Heaven and Everything" - he raised his hands to the sky and felt an unusually cold wind.
"Perhaps something is wrong?" - at this thought, the man was bitten, at the same time, by a snake, a scorpion, and a spider.
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France:
"Serpent, Scorpion et Araignée"
Le silence est un ami des personnes solitaires et cet espace est la liberté absolue ... "- pensa un homme solitaire, qui traversait le désert et se dirigeait vers son oasis.
"Ce que me disent les arbres, ce que chantent les oiseaux et ce que l'animal crie et rugit ... est une symphonie. Le vent chaud qui siffle et le soleil qui flamboie et ... pleut ... quand il pleut ... quoi un cadeau du ciel, des vacances sur les vacances ... " - le solitaire optimiste s'est approché de son oasis avec enthousiasme. "Gloire à la nature, gloire au ciel et à tout" - il leva les mains vers le ciel et sentit un vent inhabituellement froid.
« Peut-être que quelque chose ne va pas ? - à cette pensée, l'homme fut mordu, à la fois, par un serpent, un scorpion et une araignée.
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