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I don''t believe in karma,

I have been telling people.

karma shawarma,

and other dumb things

(Johnny Bryan)

woke up at 7

drank coffee

got to class 5 minutes late

looked at things on the internet

ate expired hydrocodone

laid in fetal position in the back of my car

felt the need to repeatedly apologize for things

felt guilty about eating and being human and occupying space

felt certain things deliberately grow distant from me

i am an infinitely dense point

compared to me everything is enormous

(Mira Gonzalez)

one thing that bothers me is spiritual people
because they don''t see that
everything is random/bad

(Spencer Madsen)

we are only how matter has arranged itself
and every morning
whatever is us
is made that way

(Crispin Best)

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

(Allen Ginsberg)

we live the myth

we tell the world of our heroic battles to make ourselves matter

and errone likes it and errone shares it

cool cool

I wanna hide in the snow

I wanna shake my face and say sternly this shit ain’t a game to me



(mike bushnell, “no big deal”)

all the love i have is in my mind

(richard ashcroft)

Molim te reci da znaš puno ime te autorice. Ja ju ne mogu nać nigdje osim u Ruskom bordelu muza

When I was a kid my dad sat me down & told me:

My son
Never forget
Even the biggest
Dick in the world
Is small
Compared to
Everything else

(Johnny Bryan)

so take away the poet’s pen
and never speak of love again

break the hands that made a pair
and never will i need to care

anyway


(Carl Barât)

U ovom je gradu tamno. Malo tamnije nego na drugim
mjestima. Tako nam se čini. Naravno govorimo o dnevnoj tami.
Onoj kada je čovjek na prozoru, a ona je i unutra i vani. Ne znamo
obično o čemu se radi. Tko ima naočale briše ih. Žene i mladići
sumanuto peru glave, neka se glave vjetre, i neka misle na stabla,
i misle na misli. Prosto dotakli smo je, dotakla nas je. To je ona tama koju kipar zna kada radi oči. Tama oko očiju. Ona je tu i s njom treba računati. Tama iz starih i novih časopisa koja bi svakog
časa mogla zaboljeti. Ta tama u tramvajima i na trgu, ali i u riječima, u samoglasnicima pogotovo. Tama stvari i ona koja
izlazi iz usta životinja. Nema tog prekidača da joj stanemo na
kraj ako bismo htjeli. Kao šutnja nakon razvoda. Tako nas malo
dijeli od nečega (ničega), a ona je ispod šešira, njezina nesigurna
vjera ostaje kada naglo stisnemo i otvorimo ruku. Tama ulica i
soba, bolesti i izlječenja. I kada nam netko blizak umre. Tama na
putovanju. Tama buđenja i rođendana. Umniji joj kažu dobra moja. A nije to lako reći. Ali možda i ne zaslužuje drugo doli
ljubav.
(Tamno)

D. Dragojević