"And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
This is a quotation from Dead Poets Society. I watched this film 2 days ago and I would say that this is one of the films that I would set compulsory for everyone.

I often hear from people from who I ask about literature this tipical sentence: "I've never liked 'hungarian'." So we often separate the particles of our life into subjects. But I also think that this is also the responsibility of educational system and teachers. I don't think we should put literature and poetry into a box with a label: "Something you should study." I think this is the most subjective subject in the world.

Of course we should learn about famous poets and writers to establish basics. But we also should create our own opinion and a viewpoint. I think poetry should talk about everyday life but should be more than it. And its task is to break away from ordinary, monotonous problems and to enhance the will to solve them and not to fade away in them. Because numbers are only stand for a frame, but the picture itself should be personal, unforgettable, romantic and poetic.

I was thinking about whether publish one of my poems here or not (if it can be considered a poem), but finally I decided to do it. I don't want anybody to comment it if they don't want to, neither to lie about it. It's just a part of me, it was born in one moment of my life. It is in Hungarian I hope it doesn't bother you.

Tea

Alabástrom szépségű nő,
Ó Lucifer, igen, ez ő.
Forgatja a kardot, vív és lő,
Vele zuhansz és nincs ejtőernyő.
Hús a hússal, vér a vérrel keveredik,
Míg eszed ebből végül kikeveredik.
Forog, pörög, lüktet a tánc,
Kínzó, éget ez a vad románc.
Kezeden és szemeden ott a lánc
És sikít
És ráz
És elemészt
És vége.
Aztán rájössz délre,
Hogy sütteted a hasad az ágyban,
Forró víz már a kádban
És csak a cselédlány hozott teát.

Dalí the genious

One day I got lots of paintings on my computer by Salvador Dalí from one of my roomates. I have already known about his weird, surrealist style and it touched me as well but now I managed to see his work in a greater frame I would say.

He was born in Spain in 1904. Maybe his best known painting is The Persistence of Memory. He had a wide range of activities, he was a painter, a film maker, a sculptor and also a photographer. He also worked with such great names like Walt Disney and Hitchcock.

He left all the conventions, was willful and energetic. He supported Franco's regime in Spain, as a consequence he was excluded from the surrealist group. At which Dalí put a neat retort: "I myself am surrealism". When this sentence echoed in my head I realised its power. He was able to contradict his group and was able to rise above their expectations. He created himself as a notion. It needs a strong personality.

In his paintings he uses symbols like elephants, clocks or eggs. He rethinks reality and adds some spice to it. His point of view is always subjective and innovative, that's why it is so hard to emphatize with his artistic values and that's why it is so easy to notice them. Any different can be said about his photos and sculptures. Many of his works just can't be chategorised, the films are flubbergasting, one of them starts with a picture of cutting an eyeball with a razor.

Finally I'd like to add a quotation from him. "I am painting pictures which make me die for joy, I am creating with an absolute naturalness, without the slightest aesthetic concern, I am making things that inspire me with a profound emotion and I am trying to paint them honestly."-Salvador Dalí

Road to nowhere

Last night I watched a film. I just still can’t find words for that feeling. Amusing, terrifying, attacking, indescribable, touching, unbelievable and so real.

It was Requiem for a dream. A realistic work of art I would say. It is mainly about a mother and her son. Harry, the son is a drug addict trying to make money out of anything in touch. He starts a drug business, the goal is to create acceptable living conditions for him and his girlfriend. In the meantime his mother gets to know that she is going to be on tv, she has been selected for her favourite show. Her ambition is to be able to wear her old and beloved red dress. To reach this she starts to take pills in order to lose weight.

Things are getting worse and worse. Addiction, lack of money, helplessness. The mother becomes dizzy, her imagination plays weird and scary games with her. Got used to the pills, not feeling hunger. Harry loses his business and a serious infection starts to develop on his arm but he doesn’t care about it.

Results: an insane mother and a boy without an arm. Addicted to dreams. Something to live for, something to get up for each and every day. The way on we decided to walk to reach our goals must be more important than the goal itself. Because in most cases after we have succeeded we feel empty and are eager to find another reason to live. But those possessions, objects does not mean a thing in the last minute. Objects just can’t give us happiness, carefulness and love, they fade away on the road. But our good memories are the stones built in it.