středa 30. dubna 2008
pátek 25. dubna 2008
Náhodný turista, chuchvalce prachu jako rotující trávy v arizonské poušti, cleaning-lady, hromady knih na nočním stolku, vedle postele, na wc, u gauče
a jiné podstatné informace mezi tou vatou
Ano, ano, jsem zpět doma v BA. Byly to šílené a úžasné týdny. Frankfurt, Antwerpy, Poprad, Brusel. Všude dobře, tak co doma. Všechny řitě světa i ta má.
Heh. Jistě to má nějaký důvod, že se v záři břitkých jarních paprsků kotoulejí smotky šedavé vaty po parketách.
Čeká mě bezodkladný úkol. Není vyhnutí. Musím najít svědomitou a pilnou cleaning-lady, teď, když mě opustila partnerka. Diskrétní a slušnou. Co mi nebude vyžírat ledničku, odpíjet ze stoleté whiskey (stoletá polská, sto let se jí nikdo nedotkl) a různě experimentovat s erotickými pomůckami. To by až tak nevadilo. Větší problém by nastal, kdyby nahlížela do rozestlaných knih a promíchala záložky. Dalo by těžkou práci navrátit se do nespoznaných peripetií příběhů Le Carreho (The mission song) - Ewana (On chesil beach) - Cunninghama (Vzorové dny) - Holana (Noc s Hamletem). Rozečítám další a další bez síly dokončit. To je moje diagnóza a podle toho i moje vztahy vypadají. A klidně by to mohla být i nějaká sedmnáctka. Mohla by tankovat u mě, když jí to svazáci chtějí v externím kulturním prostoru zakázat. Rád poskytnu azyl. Tahle krajina spěje do těžkých sraček, přátelé. Ale lidé jsou přizpůsobiví tvorové, to je tajemství úspěšné evoluce. Rychle si zvykají na všechno zlé, i na to dobré.
Jak říkal kamarád z golfu mezi dvěma odpaly: „Jak se mám? No nahovno!! Furt drajvuju šlajsny kurva!“
Všechno je relativní.
Ano, ano, jsem zpět doma v BA. Byly to šílené a úžasné týdny. Frankfurt, Antwerpy, Poprad, Brusel. Všude dobře, tak co doma. Všechny řitě světa i ta má.
Heh. Jistě to má nějaký důvod, že se v záři břitkých jarních paprsků kotoulejí smotky šedavé vaty po parketách.
Čeká mě bezodkladný úkol. Není vyhnutí. Musím najít svědomitou a pilnou cleaning-lady, teď, když mě opustila partnerka. Diskrétní a slušnou. Co mi nebude vyžírat ledničku, odpíjet ze stoleté whiskey (stoletá polská, sto let se jí nikdo nedotkl) a různě experimentovat s erotickými pomůckami. To by až tak nevadilo. Větší problém by nastal, kdyby nahlížela do rozestlaných knih a promíchala záložky. Dalo by těžkou práci navrátit se do nespoznaných peripetií příběhů Le Carreho (The mission song) - Ewana (On chesil beach) - Cunninghama (Vzorové dny) - Holana (Noc s Hamletem). Rozečítám další a další bez síly dokončit. To je moje diagnóza a podle toho i moje vztahy vypadají. A klidně by to mohla být i nějaká sedmnáctka. Mohla by tankovat u mě, když jí to svazáci chtějí v externím kulturním prostoru zakázat. Rád poskytnu azyl. Tahle krajina spěje do těžkých sraček, přátelé. Ale lidé jsou přizpůsobiví tvorové, to je tajemství úspěšné evoluce. Rychle si zvykají na všechno zlé, i na to dobré.
Jak říkal kamarád z golfu mezi dvěma odpaly: „Jak se mám? No nahovno!! Furt drajvuju šlajsny kurva!“
Všechno je relativní.
úterý 22. dubna 2008
legendary sicilian scene
Clifford: I haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti: You see that? [Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford] That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?
Clifford: Now, wait a minute and listen. I haven't seen Clarence in three years. Yesterday he shows up here with a girl, sayin' he got married. He told me he needed some quick cash for a honeymoon, so he asked if he could borrow five hundred dollars. I wanted to help him out so I wrote out a check. We went to breakfast and that's the last I saw of him. So help me God. They never thought to tell me where they were goin'. And I never thought to ask.
Coccotti: Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm a Sicilian. And my old man was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars. And from growin' up with him I learned the pantomime. Now there are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give him away. A guy has seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen. And if you know 'em like ya know your own face, they beat lie detectors to hell. What we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin'. But you're tellin' me everything. Now I know you know where they are. So tell me, before I do some damage you won't walk away from.
Clifford: Could I have one of those Chesterfields now?
Coccotti: Sure.
Clifford: Got a match? Oh, don't bother. I got one.
Coccotti: ...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford: What are you talkin' about?
Coccotti: Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, fuckhead that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.
Clifford: You know, I don't believe you.
Coccotti: That's of minor importance. What is of major fucking importance is that I believe you.
Clifford: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford: You know, I read a lot. Especially about things that have to do with history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact, I don't know if you know or not, Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford: It's a fact. You see, Sicilians have black blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see, the Moors conquered Sicily. And Moors are niggers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...
[Coccotti laughs]
Clifford: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh. Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
Coccotti: Ohhh!
Clifford: Huh? Hey! Hey! Hey!
Coccotti: You're a cantaloupe. [shoots Cliff in the face]
(True Romance)
Coccotti: You see that? [Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford] That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. Fucks you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?
Clifford: Now, wait a minute and listen. I haven't seen Clarence in three years. Yesterday he shows up here with a girl, sayin' he got married. He told me he needed some quick cash for a honeymoon, so he asked if he could borrow five hundred dollars. I wanted to help him out so I wrote out a check. We went to breakfast and that's the last I saw of him. So help me God. They never thought to tell me where they were goin'. And I never thought to ask.
Coccotti: Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm a Sicilian. And my old man was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars. And from growin' up with him I learned the pantomime. Now there are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give him away. A guy has seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen. And if you know 'em like ya know your own face, they beat lie detectors to hell. What we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin'. But you're tellin' me everything. Now I know you know where they are. So tell me, before I do some damage you won't walk away from.
Clifford: Could I have one of those Chesterfields now?
Coccotti: Sure.
Clifford: Got a match? Oh, don't bother. I got one.
Coccotti: ...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford: What are you talkin' about?
Coccotti: Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, fuckhead that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.
Clifford: You know, I don't believe you.
Coccotti: That's of minor importance. What is of major fucking importance is that I believe you.
Clifford: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford: You know, I read a lot. Especially about things that have to do with history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact, I don't know if you know or not, Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford: It's a fact. You see, Sicilians have black blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see, the Moors conquered Sicily. And Moors are niggers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...
[Coccotti laughs]
Clifford: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh. Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
Coccotti: Ohhh!
Clifford: Huh? Hey! Hey! Hey!
Coccotti: You're a cantaloupe. [shoots Cliff in the face]
(True Romance)
úterý 15. dubna 2008
neopouštěj se
psal jsem ti v lednu,
v dubnu tu už nejsi.
říkavals: jsem magik.
bílý.
tak kde jsi nyní?
ty si to najdeš.
jako vzpomínku,
a prosbu.
jsi v nedohlednu.
.
pro sebe i pro mě,
pro dobré i zlé,
pro všechno co jsme si.
neopouštěj se,
neopouštěj nás,
nesundávej záclony závěsy.
rozehrané hry,
tvůj král chytrý slídil,
dával mat,
a hlásky ubývaly.
bylo pozdě, já ti psal.
tomuto ja nerozumím: plival jsi na všechno zoufale, zoufale ... pak volá ona, říká, on se opouští, už tu nechce být ... já tomu rozumím, já ti rozumim.
rozumim, můj milý L.
magik šel do temnoty.
v dubnu tu už nejsi.
říkavals: jsem magik.
bílý.
tak kde jsi nyní?
ty si to najdeš.
jako vzpomínku,
a prosbu.
jsi v nedohlednu.
.
pro sebe i pro mě,
pro dobré i zlé,
pro všechno co jsme si.
neopouštěj se,
neopouštěj nás,
nesundávej záclony závěsy.
rozehrané hry,
tvůj král chytrý slídil,
dával mat,
a hlásky ubývaly.
bylo pozdě, já ti psal.
tomuto ja nerozumím: plival jsi na všechno zoufale, zoufale ... pak volá ona, říká, on se opouští, už tu nechce být ... já tomu rozumím, já ti rozumim.
rozumim, můj milý L.
magik šel do temnoty.
úterý 1. dubna 2008
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