Kiszállok

Mint tágra zárt két kicsiny szem,
Úgy figyelem, hogy esik szét minden.
Bőgnek a harangok az ocsmány,
Szívemnek vélt valami csonkján,
Ami persze hőn érzett,
De pocsolyába fúlt végzet lett
Az ő érdeme.
Hogy értem-e?
Lábujjam hegye s végtagjaim
Röhögve kísérik végnapjaim
Fel egy szent hegy ormára, ahol
Az összes rohadt áldozat meglakol
Aki a büszke és telhetetlen medve
Nyáltól nyúló, odvas fogát nem vette
Eléggé szemügyre.
Mert a vész ólálkodik, szimatol.
Minden félénket, véznát kiszagol.
A tanácsom az, bátran előre néző,
szaruhártyádat nem kímélő:
Változz kővé, vagy áldozd fel magad,
Mielőtt a vad elragad.

for my friend

 

Dönt

Tanuld meg, hogy nem leszel több,
mint egy üres tégely, mit teleönt
a bárgyúk mosolya,
a söntés korsója,
a döntés kételye,
a lusták kényelme,
a haragvók rőt szeme,
a börtönrács retesze,
a feleség ölebe,
a szerető hű öle,
s mégis porzik az alja.
Te vagy az alja.

Vagy szeretjük magunk?
Ez esetben a feleség hű ölébe
börtönözted ölebed,
hálát adtál, hogy a
söntés koporsója
a haragvók kényelmének
bárgyú székhelye.
A döntés tégely-e?

This is a song from the movie Eat, Pray, Love with Julia Roberts, my favourite actress. I would like to recommend this film to everyone who would like to think and dive deeper in their lives to find themselves. The film meant two major thoughts to me: compromise is indispensable, but opportunism is not compromise.

take a step

It all started with an advertisement on a website dealing with job offers.
I had been looking for a job for a while, because I felt that I should help my family's budget, since I was the one who "consumed" the most. Living in another city as a student is quite demanding for the parents in financial terms. My father and mother support me willingly, and they would like to ensure everything for me to start a successfull life, but I often feel that they don't even care for themself just to help me. So I decided to find a job and try to support myself and surprise them, though I know that I will never be able to give back the tenth of what I've got.
So the job is about insurance, I am ready for taking my carreer into my own hand, the aim is given. The first steps are the exams. I am ready.

6 feet higher

Oh My God...that was my first reaction to the music of Dub.FX.
Benjamin Stanford was born in Melbourne, Australia and started his career just like his many other fellow street artists. Singing for himself, then for the lucky audience of the street, he became one of the most listened performers of Youtube. (His song "Love Someone" was listened to over 4,000,000 times).
His magic lies not merely in the music itself, but in the way he creates it. That is, everything he does is live music, all the sounds, vocals and beats are made by the man himself. These are controlled with effect pedals and are recorded by a technique called real-time looping. His style covers D'n'B, hiphop, electric and reggae elements.
By now, his talent carried him to the most prestigeous festivals all over the World. One of these was last weekend's Fridge Festival of Budapest which I could attend fortunately, and I must say, this was a great choice. Dub.FX held a performance I will remember for long. He was the same humble and honest man I got to know from his videos recorded on the streets. Benjamin does not have star manners but the manners of making his audience enjoy music. By his devotion, he got six feet higher: from the street to the stage.
What is the lesson to learn? For me absolutely this: if you stay honest, devoted and subservient towards the thing you do, you will get appreciation and love without asking for it.

virtual world

I always wonder why people tend to enjoy the virtual life offered by video games more than their real ones.
Now it is a global phenomenon that children get acquainted with the computer quite early in their evolutionary process. So one may think this is the lunacy of the youth, but the surprising fact is that the average age of players is 32. According to some statistics of an online educational website video games are played in 65% of households in the USA. In my opinion this is rather terrifying.
In my childhood the common way of playing and entertainment was to meet friends and do some hide-and-seek or play with the ball in the garden. If my parents wanted me to develop my logic and methodical or combinational skills they would give me some Lego or building cubes. Nowadays children spend the majority of their free time indoors. I believe that formation of creative skills will fade away with the infringement of virtual worlds. You get the ready-made commands, goals and circumstances...you don't even have to think. You don't have to take responsibility, because games offer the possibility of saving. So if you fail, well, let's turn back time and do it once again. I admit that this is quite comfortable. But what about real life? Now it is said everywhere that teachers and TV programmes have to fascinate children, otherwise they get bored . This becomes a vicious circle which is rather hard to quit....not to mention the disadvantageous effects on children's psyche.

a thought

Yesterday we met some of my friends to spend a superb dinner together. The plan was the following: dinner at 7 p.m. then board gaming till night. We enjoyed the company of each other had a great meal and a good time. Good friends are worth their weight in gold, as they say. However, these moments are not for realizing the value of a friendship. But the lack of them.

a translation of my taste

I like poetry. I had my own poems as it used to be. But I never loved my own poetry. So I decided to translate others'. Here is one that I think may work well.

The original Charles Bukowski piece:

here I am ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
poesy
an old man
maddened for the flesh of young girls in this
dwindling twilight
liver gone
kidneys going
pancrea pooped
top-floor blood pressure
while all the fear of the wasted years
laughs between my toes
no woman will live with me
no Florence Nightingale to watch the
Johnny Carson show with
if I have a stroke I will lay here for six
days, my three cats hungrily ripping the flesh
from my elbows, wrists, head
the radio playing classical music ...
I promised myself never to write old man poems
but this one's funny, you see, excusable, be-
cause I've long gone past using myself and there's
still more left
here at 3 a.m. I am going to take this sheet from
the typer
pour another glass and
insert
make love to the fresh new whiteness
maybe get lucky
again
first for
me
later
for you.
from "All's Normal Here" - 1985

an here comes my version:

hát itt vagyok…
megint részegen éjjel háromkor a második borosüveg alját nézve
és tizenkét, vagy akár tizenöt oldal is tele versekkel
a vénember
akit a fiatal lányok húsa hoz izgalomba
ebben a félidős félhomályban
a máj oda
a vesék is lassan
hasnyálmirigyek kifingtak
vérnyomás a plafonon

míg az elpazarolt évek rettegése
a lábujjaim között vihog
egy nőnek se kellek
nincs Florence Nightingale akivel jó
egy Johhny Carson show

ha szélütést kapok, hat napig fogok itt feküdni,
a három macska meg éhesen szaggatja majd a húst
a könyökömről, a csuklómról, az arcomról

a rádióban komolyzene…

megfogadtam, hogy soha nem írok vénemberes verset
de ez vicces, értik…megbocsátható, mert
én már rég kizsigereltem magam de
még azért van bennem
így hajnali háromkor, kiveszem majd ezt a papírt
a gépből és
öntök még egy pohárral, aztán
újratölt
és tiszta lappal szeretkezem

talán szerencsével járhatok
megint

először értem

később…
érted is.

Impro/fessional writing

Incredible! How much joy and enthusiasm an early Autumn afternoon can bring. The wine-red leaves of trees prepairing for a long sleep and the red scarves of women walking in the park. These pictures grabbed me and held me tight while I was sitting on a bench in one of the liveliest parks of Pécs. I was enjoying the smell of the Autumn breeze, the laughter of children, the lovers' first kiss and the sweet but ambivalent touch of the wind of change. All of a sudden, harsh yelling broke this harmony. A dog was rushing through the place, surely to his destruction, because he left a man seriusly injured behind.
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I was sitting on a bench in one of the the parks of Pécs. It was a lovely Autumn afternoon, and quite comforting, I can tell. Bunches of people surrounded me, talking, kissing and laughing. But I felt strange. Suddenly, a dog rushed through the park leaving yelling people and a man seriously injured behind.
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I am constantly getting acqainted with two books on writing. The first is William Zinsser's On Writing Well, the second one is Bruce Garrison's Professional Feature Writing. What I've found interesting and thought-provoking while reading them was that there were a lot more things to be cautious with about writing than I had ever thought. A colon, a period, a that or a which can easily be factors of failure.
I wrote these two paragraphs above in order to reflect my own understanding of the two viewpoints. The first one was intended to represent some kind of feature writing according to Garrison's ideas, while the second one introduces writing nonfiction. To be honest, I'm for the second type of writing. I find it honest and frank. The thoughts I rank the highest about the differences between nonfiction and feature writing I would like to quote from the book of Zinsser's: "The assumption is that fact and color are two separate ingredients. They're not; color is organic to the fact. Your job is to present the colorful fact".

restart

Well, the blog opens once again to function as a thoughtbook for Joe's lesson. :)

so, what has happened since my last post?...well...everyting, as a great but wise mess around me seemed like a STOPandCHANGE sign. I've recognised it...and changed things...now, this mess is about to clean itself...so, slightly happy I am...and calm. :)

hehhhehehe

megkaptam az alul látható esszé értékelését: 1 !!!!(azaz egyes)
aztán kiderült, miért: plagizálás
honnan? elevennap.blogspot.com
szerintetek?:D:D:D:D
aztán végülis az eredeti 4est kaptam mert elárultam h ez saját blog:D...nem mintha olyan megfejthetetlen lenne...:P

Az ablakhoz én is odaférjek...

Előszöris BOCS!!! de ha én szenvedtem szenvedjen más is :D:D:D (képrejtvény) szóvicc.blog.hu-ról ha nem jössz rá, kérdezz meg:D

"Tudom én, hogy egy kicsit (nagyon) sántít, de én mindig ezt látom magam előtt, miközben Dénagylajos belekezd a nótába" - kezdi Zsolt a mondókáját, és ebben az a gáz, hogy mostantól valószínűleg nekünk is ez a szürreál Paint-csoda fog bevillanni ilyenkor. Pedig én azt hittem, hogy ebben a témában a Voga-Turnovszky-féle "fogakkal teli a szám/ha kivered, akkor mosolygok rád"-nál szörnyűbb asszociáció tuti nincs. Hiába no, sosem szabad elfeledkezni az ősi szóviccelőjedi-bölcsességről, miszerint mindig, mindennél van még borzasztóbb. Pedig a jedik nem is ismerték Crunchy Frogot. Na, most hogy már legalább háromszorosan elspoilereztem a poént, jöjjön a kép:

Carpe Diem

This essay was a school task and I share it with you waiting for your opinion and criticism :)

’carpe diem quam minimum credula postero’
A comparison of two poems on how to live life

The idea of ‘Carpe Diem’ comes from an Italian poet Horace and is often translated as ‘seize the day’. By this he means that we should live for the moment, because life goes on and doesn’t wait for hesitating people. This is a timeless warning embodied in several branches of art; in literature, in music, in painting and so on. Lots of poems deal with the fast wheel of fate trying to encourage people not to miss a chance. This concept holds together ‘Living’ by Denise Levertov and ‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell, spanning the gap that time could have caused between them.
‘To His Coy Mistress’ was published in 1681 while ‘Living’ about three hundred years later, still their main aim doesn’t differ. Marvell’s poem is about a lover, who tries to convince her lady not to hesitate but to take advantage of the moment, let their love prosper. The whole poem deals with the two of them, not with anybody else even if life as a universality is in the centre. The poet is considered to be one of the metaphysical poets as he makes a comparison between spiritual and physical, using a conceit like in the lines ‘(…)then worms shall try / That long preserved virginity’. By doing this, Marvell not just expresses thoughts vividly but entertains as well. He also uses exaggeration many times in order to be more talking; like when he states a contrast between the greatness of time and the smallness of life of his lady’s and his own one: ‘Two hundred to adore each breast,/
But thirty thousand to the rest;’; ’Thy beauty shall no more be found,/ Nor, in thy marble vault(…)’. This is important, because via these images the poet emphasizes his worry over hurrying time, over missed moments and chances in life and in love. He wants to convince her mistress to be smart and give up resistance, because their life is too short to wait. Those skipped kisses and hugs won’t come back, fate won’t give one more chance.
The poet sets a thesis-antithesis comparison. In the first 20 lines he talks about their possibilities if they had extremely much time, but then comes the antithesis as they are just a raindrop in the ocean of life. After this discussion comes the synthesis: ‘Thus, though we cannot make our sun /Stand still, yet we will make him run.’ This sentence is the conclusion, the idea of ’Carpe Diem’.
’Living’ by Denise Levertov is a much ’simpler’ poem considering the usage of metaphors, instead it is straight to the point, which is not surprising if we are aware of the fact that it was written in the 20th century. It doesn’t address a person, but gives an overall picture of the world, her own concept of the world which is first implied by the title. Levertov uses words in a way that we have no chance to argue with them. She sets statements, unchangeable truths and broadens to the whole life timelessly. The images of nature show continuity and endlessness, then comes a brief statement at the end of each thought. These sentences now refer to people, have no kind overtone, and stand alone without emotions. It is quite important because this way she surprise us somehow, gives a tap on the head saying ‘listen up friend, start to live!’. By ‘each summer the last summer’ she may refer to times of happiness and warns us to make the best of them. ‘Carpe Diem’ is the point again. You can die even now, after which your previous choices are irrevocable.
I would divide this poem into two sections. The first one is an overall picture of life, containing the first two strophes, and then comes the second part which is more personal. Unlike Marvell she talks about everybody using more universal pictures, she wants to tell the elixir to anybody who reads the poem. The poet uses the metaphor of a red salamander which may refer to not just life of anybody, but to her own as well. ‘A red salamander / so cold and so / easy to catch’. We get life so easily that we tend to forget how big a gift it is. We just live it and count the days and don’t fear of death, don’t fear of emptiness. ‘(…)I hold /my hand open for him to go.’ This line is the essence of the poem as Levertov is ready to let this red salamander go. But is it because she doesn’t enjoy life anymore? I don’t think so. Instead, to the best of my belief she is one of those people who takes advantage of every moment. She lives her life not just owns it. That’s why she is ready in each and every moment to let it go, because it was worthy, it was a whole. There is another thing which refers to the idea of ‘Carpe Diem’, which is the title itself. If it was ‘Life’ it meant a constant thing, an overall concept. Instead it is ‘Living’ which emphasizes that it has an end, so let’s march at attention.
Both Andrew Marvell and Denise Levertov plead the most important thing in life, which is ‘Carpe Diem’. It is not an idea, a movement or a silly theory, it should be the essence of mankind. Marvell addresses her mistress trying to make her come round but I think he broadens his idea to all the people in love (and maybe encourages the rest of them to be in love). Levertov doesn’t use long metaphors but her words work as if they were pills to take. The two poets are not jinxes with dark thoughts in their minds but doctors, philosophers and mentors of us. Because an empty life doesn’t worth living neither in the 17th century, nor in the 20th one.

Amikor Murcyval egy előadásról beszélgetünk...:D...


~¤~veraszívem~¤~ üzenete:
annyira élveztem a műsort:D
Murcy a Kalóz üzenete:
baszott nagyon :D
~¤~veraszívem~¤~ üzenete:
jó volt velük együtt megcsinálni ezeket:D
Murcy a Kalóz üzenete:
csak néha nem értettem miért sikoltozik az első ember
Murcy a Kalóz üzenete:
mert figyeltem
Murcy a Kalóz üzenete:
és nem volt oka rá :D
Murcy a Kalóz üzenete:
meg egyszer túl korán sikkantottál :D
~¤~veraszívem~¤~ üzenete:
mikor
Murcy a Kalóz üzenete:
nemtudom :Z
~¤~veraszívem~¤~ üzenete:
de mindenkinek megvolt h miért sikoltozik

a szakest egészben pedig: sok sikoltozás. zizi.unzizi.nevetés.taps.pajtik.furaság.hazaindulás.keve.visszaszenes. mégtöbbfuraság....barackpálinka. nagyonjófuraság.haza. anyajegybámulás.

a lényeg így éjjel 3 körül

Ahogy elnézegetem a karom, arra a megállapításra jutok, hogy egész furcsamód vannak felpöttyintve az anyajegyeim. Mintha csak odagyűltek volna páran egy rögtönzött megbeszélésre. Aztán meg arra gondolok, hogy ez hülyeség és ők nem is anyajegyek. Mivan ha az embernek egy idő után énjegyei vannak, akik inkább egy hosszas ottartózkodásra foglalták le az adott könyök hajlatot. Mert én tudom, hogy például a hajlatráncom közepére csak nemrég került oda egy. Ebben teljesen biztos vagyok. Kevés ilyen biztos dolog van az életemben. Nade erről nem fog eszembe jutni sok más történet, mert az csak azt jelentené, hogy egy sztorit a művészi hatás érdekében az anyajegyeimről való diskurzussal indítok. Nem, nem. Viszont jajj de próbálom kicsalogatni az olvasóból azt a fajta elismerést amit az ember akkor érez, mikor egy dunsztosüvegnyi uborkát lát, és elcsodálkozik a megrendezettségén. Meglehet, hogy én most valami, de az egészen biztos, hogy talán. Persze a lényeg akkor is az, hogy az anyajegyek mindent tudnak rólad...te mennyit tudsz róluk? Ezen elgondolkodom...lehet.

:)

today I realised that hawthorn means ,galagonya' in hungarian. extremely nice word.e.g William Hawthorne would be Galagonya Vilmos.haahahahaaaa... that's all folks:D

Drums

Two weeks ago my school mates and me decided to have a drink somewhere while talking. We were having a nice conversation in a pub. The place closes at noon so our former senior at the freshman's camp offered his band's rehersal room as a continuation of the night.

We had a kind of funny trip till we reached our aimed place because most of us became an acrobat considering the amount of drinks consumed. Talking, drinking, giggling then the fatigue.

Finally three of us stayed there and I can say this was one of the best decisions made by me. I was let to beat the durms and Keke was playing the guitar. Then we started a little jamming which was odd and quite humorous at first because of the fact that the only instrument which I'd ever tried is piano.

After a while Balázs started to sing and we created a real song on the base of an Ady poem. My skills improved as well so the air could be considered a valuable piece of music. I enjoyed beating those drums so much! It released tension and was like a real cure. Every sound and every beat made me feel alive. Now I know what is joy music.

"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.