I wonder if “post-structuralism” was [unwittingly] dubbed thus and/or caught on due at all to its quality of being *post*, that is, beyond (i.e. transcendent/otherworldly) and if so, whether and/or to what extent its efficacy … in both 1. quelling/taking the edge off our post-Christian spiritual starvation, and 2. affording (its capitalist-bred adherents) an [implicit] power-trip (i.e. structure is 1-UP’d) and an interlocking [hidden, thus shameless] ground (justification and worthiness-wise) from which to proceed … can be explained by the combined/concomitant forces of its phraseology’s neutrality (secularity) and - crucially - our need to neglect to put in or even consider putting in our (O.K., my) sights “post-structuralism’s” camouflaged two-pronged mysterium tremendum-emanating diction & schaudenfreudic thirst for victory, for blood… the status of *better* *God-chosen* *winner* as the prerequisite to live at all…

9/11/2001

On 9/11/2001 we were one short year from the death of my sister, Lizzie, and still deeply grieving. My mother was flying on Southwest and called saying they had landed on Long Island but the cabin crew was not telling why. I turned on the TV in time to see the second plane slice through the WTC like a knife through soft butter.
     A few days before we returned from McDowell, Virginia, where our daughter had a Civil War reenactor event. As we zoomed by NYC on the way north, one of the kids said, “Look! I can see the World Trade Center!”. There is stood in the late afternoon light, gleaming.
      A friend of mine, Bobby Deraney, was at Windows of the World at a breakfast meeting. He was a Wharton MBA, Class of 1983.
    In the days to come, the loss became a mysterium tremendum.
   A few weeks later we went to NYC. The posters were still up. New York was being its brilliant unvanquished self.

Make A Star Music Video contest May 2011

Semi Finals

Tremendum (Tripolis Pleme) “Ogledalo putnika”

Valjevo, Yugoslavia

Belgrade, Serbia

ref: UndergroundSun - Ja sam ulica bez broja, tamno, crna boja, neprespavana noc, srebrni oblak, covek koji nestaje, prekrasne predstave, Tkac - zaboravi sve, UndergroundSun - u sivom brzo nestaneš. Tkac - Ja živim svoju paletu grešaka, kiša ne jenjava, znam vama smešan sam, ne nisam trezan sad, nervozan drhtim, dok šetam gledam u zemlju, secam se smrti.


strofa 1: UndergroundSun - Ja sam ranjeni zmaj i smeh vaš, suze koje padaju svaki dan, pesnik, s poezijom noci, slomljeno nebo, srce koje voli. Tvoj poslednji poljubac još uvek me boli, od tad u vatri gorim, i više ne sanjam, prijatelji nestvarni kao ružna predstava, gube humanost, hvata ih ludilo. A Sad Life je idalje opera ulice, idalje isto trudim se, idalje isto gubim sve. Na vratima ponora, duša je olovna, ako hoceš srecu, beži iz okova!




strofa 2: Tkac - Ja sam samo jedna kap sna, na obodu šuma, kamenih vetrova. Tihi vihor reci ovih oko tebe plovi, Nova Škola Snova zna - tu fintu bita voliš. Udi sam u šumu, ceka te put, a mama nije tu, vece guta boje, baka mrsi konce, evo ga strah, vidi ima oci tvoje! U kolo te zovu vile gole, botovi ti nude smole, samo da zastaneš, sa borbom prestaneš, slomljen posustaneš, smeju se utvare, svirale lukave, mame me obmane, kušaju Pozvane. Kao da ce mama Zemlja sve da nas proguta! Ne peva ti duša, kolo vodi crna rupa, u lavi se kupaš, zadnja nit puca, ruši se kuca, guše se srca. Cuj huk vuka, cutanje što secka: Ulicama sveta šeta neizmerna seta, marljivo tu setu skupljam u ocima svojim, do poslednjeg zraka Sunca ko se sada bori? U narodnoj nošnji, sa vrha planine, harmonijom sfera note rotiram ko iskre. Glup je iskren, šuplji tako misle, razblistam sistem - mir da ti stigne. Sve se vraca, sve se placa, cuj šta ti to govori duh Tkaca! Vetar otvara vrata, ispred šapucu zlotvori, ali vera je jaka kao gromovi, i ma šta da se dogodi, ja cu da koracam ka Tebi, koji me vracaš tajnim odajama Carstva, a svet je uspavanka, pa izgubljen sanjam da sam zapamtio put. Svi ti štekovi, ketovi, geto slengovi, fejkovi, su ko oblaci na zemlji, na putu ka Tebi, najcistijoj Reci, najvrednijoj Želji.


ref: UndergroundSun - Ja sam ulica bez broja, tamno, crna boja, neprespavana noc, srebrni oblak, covek koji nestaje, prekrasne predstave, Tkac - zaboravi sve, UndergroundSun - u sivom brzo nestaneš. Tkac - Ja živim svoju paletu grešaka, kiša ne jenjava, znam vama smešan sam, ne nisam trezan sad, nervozan drhtim, šetam gledam u zemlju, secam se smrti.

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