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"Come, come again, whoever you are, come! Heathen, fire worshipper or idolatrous, come! Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times, Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are."

13.12.2007.

opusti se (privatna poruka)

mislis da imas toliko toga reci, a sve se svodi na potrebu da vrisnes kako bi svijet oko tebe mogao biti puno bolji, i jos ti se cini da je to jednostavno uciniti, i da je tako malo potrebno. opusti se.

13.12.2007.

Show must go on

bio sretan ili ne, tuzan ili ne, zadovoljan ili ne, zdrav ili ne, raspolozen ili ne ... niko te ne pita. samo je bitno da se planeta krece i da ovaj cirkus koji zovemo zivot ide dalje

13.12.2007.

... for love stronger than death ... (farewell blog)

Goodbye Maestro, have a great flight. Karlheinz Stockhausen 1928. - 2007.

13.12.2007.

Stockhausen: WELTMUSIK (World Music)

Every human being has the whole of humanity within him- or herself. A European can experience Balinese music, a Japanese music from Mozambique, and a Mexican music from India. A person’s openness to vibrations thought to be experienced for the first time cannot be predicted. Some people can be so moved and elated by experiencing the music of another culture that they feel they have rediscovered something long vanished and forgotten. No matter how many books you read about the music of other peoples, how many photographs or TV programmes you look at, or records or radio broadcasts you hear, the experience of an authentic performance in the right place, at the right time, and together with the right people is irreplaceable. That should never be forgotten.

Tourism offers many people an opportunity to directly experience the music of other nations. At the same time, however, tourism constitutes the greatest danger for the survival of musical traditions where music – like all the other arts – is an integral component of the religious life of all those involved. Anyone who is briefly in Ceylon as a tourist is not just influenced by what he sees; he also influences the people he pays to play, sing, dance, and mime for him. This process of global cultural ’pollution’ cannot be stopped. Even the ’scholar’, who tracks down the remotest of human cultures with tape recorder, camera, and notebook – not to mention film and TV teams – critically disturbs the lives he wants to ’investigate’ and ’report on’. That ultimately results in even the most unspoilt and – originally – profoundly religious events being gradually trivialized. The Balinese orchestra that plays away for hours in the foyers of big tourist hotels has nothing more in common with the original quality of this music. Everything can be ruined – and pretty quickly too. ...

www.stockhausen.org

 

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FROWNLAND

My smile is stuck
I cannot go back to your Frownland
My spirit's made up of the ocean
And the sky 'n' the sun 'n' the moon
'n' all my eyes can see
I cannot go back to your land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom
I want my own land
Take my hand and come with me
It's not too late for you
It's not too late for me
To find my homeland
Where a man can stand by another man
Without an ego flying
With no man lying
'n' no one dying by an earthly hand
Let the devils burn and the beggar learn
'n' the little girls that live in those old worlds
Take my kind hand
My smile is stuck
I cannot go back to your Frownland
I cannot go back to your Frownland

Don Van Vliet

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