Video Bela noć, po istoimenoj pesmi srpskog slem pesnika Gorana Živkovića Gorkog, iz njegove nove zbirke pesama Psihoslajdovi.
Goran se ove nedelje takmiči na Evropskom slem šampionatu u Tartuu, Estonija, pa sam napravila jedan video za njega. Srećno!
Video Bela noć! (The White Night!), made on the poem by same title by Serbian slam poet Goran Živković Gorki, from his upcoming poetry book Psihoslajdovi (Psychoslides).
Goran se ove nedelje takmiči na Evropskom slem šampionatu u Tartuu, Estonija, pa sam napravila jedan video za njega. Srećno!
Video Bela noć! (The White Night!), made on the poem by same title by Serbian slam poet Goran Živković Gorki, from his upcoming poetry book Psihoslajdovi (Psychoslides).
Goran is also competing this week on European Poetry Slam Championship and the 6th interdisciplinary culture festival “Crazy Tartu" in Tartu, Estonia, as a Serbian Slam Champion.
BELA NOĆ!
Ako
nedeljom uveče umesto reprize Srećnih ljudi
stružem po plafonu
opljačkane ludnice
ako za večeru
progutam senku sijalice
ili namažem na
hleb ono što je ostalo
između nožnih
prstiju
čekajući
gromove na Sinđelićevom trgu
da
skinu me do pojasa
da
promaše i udare u petočlanu porodicu bez plafona
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tako
je uvek i bilo
na
omiljenoj slomljenoj klupi
probudim
se u ponoć
dvoumim se sat
vremena
pokupim te u pola
dva ujutru
usput nekoliko
praznih ambalaža
i betonskih
jastuka sa Filmskih susreta
ruku pod ruku stisnem
te
istresem te kao
poslednji gutljaj
ispred zatvorene
trafike
i 7 dana u sobi
bez vazduha, jeftina isparenja
bez komšiluka, bez
drugog dnevnika, kurve iz hodnika
bez dinara, praznika,
kontrole, konduktera
7 dana bez signala
i propuštenih
poziva
samo fijuk
ventilatora
morska
so u bojleru
i
upaljena ringla u mraku
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7
dana
dok
nas ne probudi sirena za prestanak opasnosti
repriza
Boljeg života
i
krkljanje Srećnih ljudi
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okolo proleću
bestseleri
sigurnosni
pojasevi, ležeći policajci
okolo vetar gura
kamion za pranje ulice
liže
poklopce nagradne igre
koju
šaht neće da proguta
i
samo se grafiti guraju u liftu
dok
poplava diže katance iz podruma
na
osmi sprat, slušajući
kako
udaraju nezatvoreni prozori
kako
padaju mesečne kartice
cegeri,
štipaljke i kineske lutke
pod
muzikom crnih ptica
proleću
sniženja iz mesare
SNS
članske karte
nasmejani
posteri, prekrštene ruke
kuponi
narodne kuhinje
pod
muzikom crnih ptica
10
dana, 150 dana, 550, 950 dana novog premijera
na
omiljenoj slomljenoj klupi
gledam kako seva
iza brda
bela noć čupa
granje RTS-a
prašina i lišće u
hodnicima ugašenog televizora
(počinje
prava vremenska prognoza)
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oohh,
kako volim ponoć u sobi bez vazduha
apokaliptične
uspavanke
oohhhhh
dolaze, kao krv crveni
brutalni
anđeli, paganski anđeli
jeftino
pivo, žestina, jeftina isparenja
nebeskih
kontejnera...
u sobi bez vazduha draga
THE WHITE NIGHT!
(apocalyptic lullabies)
if, instead
of reruns of Happy people[1]
on Sunday evenings
I scrape the ceiling of a looted madhouse
if, I swallow a bulb’s shadow for dinner
or spread on bread that which is left
between the toes
waiting for thunders on the Sinđelic Square[2]
to unclothe me from the waist up
so that they miss and hit in a family of five, without a ceiling
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it’s always been like that
I wake up at midnights
on my favourite broken bench in the park
standing at pause for an hour
I pick you up at half past two a.m.
with a few empty packagings
and concrete pillows from a Film festival, by the way
standing at pause for an hour
I pick you up at half past two a.m.
with a few empty packagings
and concrete pillows from a Film festival, by the way
hand in hand and I squeeze you
and shake you out like a last swig
in front of a closed kiosk
and 7 days in a room without air, inexpensive fumes
no neighbors, no primetime news, hookers from the hall
penniless, without a holiday, control, conductors
7 days without a signal and missed calls
just the whiz of a fan
sea salt in the boiler
and a lit cooker in the dark
no neighbors, no primetime news, hookers from the hall
penniless, without a holiday, control, conductors
7 days without a signal and missed calls
just the whiz of a fan
sea salt in the boiler
and a lit cooker in the dark
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7 days
until we wake up by the ceasing of a danger alarm sirene
the rerun of the Better Life[3]
and the gurgling sounds of the Happy People
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bestsellers springing around
seat belts, speed bumps
wind pushing a truck washing streets round about
licking lottery covers
that a manhole refuses to swallow
only the graffiti pushing each other in an elevator
while floods are rising locks from the basement
on the eighth floor, listening
unclosed windows slamming
on the eighth floor, listening
unclosed windows slamming
monthly tickets falling
Shopping bags, clothes pins and Chinese dolls
buchers’ shope sales springing up
under the black birds’ song
SNS[4] membership cards
smiling posters, crossed arms
soup kitchens’ coupons
under the black birds’ music
under the black birds’ song
SNS[4] membership cards
smiling posters, crossed arms
soup kitchens’ coupons
under the black birds’ music
10 days, 150 days, 550, 950 days of our new Prime Minister
on my favorite broken bench
watching the lightning beyond the hill
the white night is plucking the branches of National TV Service
dust and leaves in the halls of the defunct TV
(the real weather report begins)
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oohh, how I fancy the midnight in an airless room
apocalyptic lullabies
oohhhhh here they come, red like blood
brutal angels, pagan angels
cheap beer, hard liquor
cheap vapors of heavenly containers ...
in a room without air
my dear
[1] Happy People (Srećni ljudi) is a name of a Serbian popular family
TV show from the 90s
[2] a square in the city of Niš in
southern Serbia
[3] Better Life (Bolji život) is a name of a Serbian very popular
family TV show from the 80s that has been rerun many a time
[4] Serbian dominant political party at present
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