I think the most sincere explanation of the question, why there is a progressive negative natural growth tendency in our country, lies not in answers with which we use to point out causes such as our material situation and social environment. I think that at the root of this problem lies another important, and still more simple, and it is that women and men here do not love each other. They need, seek, aspire to one another, desire, attract, are in mutual passion, make love, create relationships and families…, but do not feel love to one another. This inhumane model is transmitted and exacerbated by the generations and, being unnatural in evolutionary meaning, leads namely to the instinctive or conscious unwillingness these same generations to be prolonged, principally or simply at home. I also think that this problem is one of the many that make us feel inferior ourselves, separately as individuals and together as a society, and in our lives here.
CLASS OF ’13
track >> PLAY
band >> no doubt
lyrics >> don’t speak
I have chosen this song for my classes today for several reasons. Besides it is much appropriate for this topic and emotionally bound with a beautiful period of my life, it tells the real story about two former lovers from the band who have remained friends after the end of their relationship. Years after that, it even reaches the moment when another favorite song of mine appears to the world, namely Cool of Gwen Stefani, a proof that friendship continues even after romance ends, and this happens when people have loved each other.
Love exists in well-known and not so familiar forms. You can love a person from the opposite sex without necessarily he or she is the one beloved, you love your parents, your closest and know this instinctively, but at the same time are unaware that it is possible to love even strangers . This is because love in the meaning of fondness is respect and acceptance of the others in the way they are. It is the foundation of human relations. Meanings of love do not overlap, love as romance is building upon love as fondness. To succeed in giving and receiving love, you need to know how to feel and be blessed to receive its foundation by others who know how to give it on their part.
People are created to feel the need of someone else beside them, for the evolution to proceed in its natural laws. The way you need your parents to begin in your first life’s moments, the same way you then need the other to continue. Love is the necessary bond for those who are in need to succeed in having one another; to love and be loved is an innate human necessity. Lack of love is imbalance, inferiority and it degenerates; it is pain, which could turn into a disease. This is exactly what has happened to us, in our community and families. Our mentality is our real enemy. It is what progressively destroys us, because, teaching us not to love the others, it chases us away of our roots and kills our desire to grow our future here.
How many of you can say that in their life here, in its majority, they have felt accepted and respected, being theirselves?! Unfortunately, my observations and experience expect these happy people to be few. When you have not been taught what love is, when have not sought to learn, when you have not received it or have refused to give, you destroy yourself as well as others, because the essential bond that makes life complete, tenderly reminding you of history and making you desire for the upcoming, misses. There is no love to and from the parents, to and from the ones beloved, to and from the fruits of your love; your past, present, future do not exist, and so you too, the fulfilled human.
The absence of love between men and women is a logical consequence of the general lack of such among the people here; form and result of the same mentality. When the main bond for this to happen misses, then, are we surprised to see we perish?! Men and women are created in different ways to be able to need one another and thus continue living. When we do not respect our differences and accept them naturally, when, instead of trying to understand the opposite sex the way it is, we rather want it be like ours, underestimating it and consequently reject and humiliate it, we stand oppose to life and the chance to have a future. Without love for the one youare in need, whom will you have?! Without love for the one with whom you want to build your future, what is the future you are going to have?! Will you survive alone or will you be fading step by step until you are gone with it without a trace?!…
Showing posts with label Musicals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musicals. Show all posts
I Can Take You Far Away
Those who are enough with the daily round and the even rhythm of time to feel comfortable in their lives are lucky. Those who watch the hands of the clock without the fear when the smaller one of them will leave behind the bigger or will the bigger ever again catch up with the smaller are happy. Born without the need to make any efforts to seek and find their sense of life or to rediscover it every time it begins to glimmer and wither away; without passing through nine mountains in tenth, swimming across nine seas to tenth to reach the air and the oil needed to inflame that sense again, at risk to burn themselves. Such people are born with karma to have been sown at their true destined place from their very creation.
For us, the others, restless souls, wandering fires, roving with spirits, even before the matter has appeared when we are only energy ourselves and after we are again, for us, vagrants, lunatics across the wilds and heights, the whistling in straight lines and the winding in labyrinths, the seeking in directions without end, the jumping outside the borders and the returning again, the ceaseless, the tireless, the disobedient, the diving into the depths of earth and the flying off in the universe without effort, just like that, quite instinctively, like the way air gets in and pulls out from the lungs, our blood flows and heart beats, those who do not know what peace is, but seek for it all their lives, walking past it along the lanes of the highway or a little off from it, just for us, the others, is destined the eternal road.
CLASS OF ’12
track >> PLAY
band >> the scorpions
lyrics >> holiday
And now, I can take you far away, and now I am setting about leaving again, and now I need to sail away. I miss wind in the sails, I miss wind in my hair, I miss wind penetrating into my darkest depths; passing through all over me as through the sea foam. Clearing. Penetrating. Beloved. I love to breathe the wind, I love it with full lungs; I love when it flows with me and I am an undivided part of it. I love it when is in my heart; when it is a storm, when it is a breeze. It is me and I am it, we are one emotion. Inseparable. A whole that cannot live without one another. It dreams of my love, otherwise it could not be a storm, neither it could be a breeze without I turn it into poetry. I crave for it as a storm, so I can love it and want its whiff to create my poetry.
And now, I am traveling. My eyes, up to heaven and still looking forward, gazing at the distance, lit by the sun. Whenever I blink by its touch, my face turns into a huge smile. I love it when it happens like that, when its light shines on me; one moment and it all absorbs in me, as if it also longs for a place where it could cuddle without fear. I am its fertile soil. I turn it into love, I feed from its warmth; I need it to save my soul when it starts to freeze. Blessing that fulfills me whole and waves form it spring at my face into that same huge, loving smile. My look begins to sparkle; my eyes wider open than before, and the horizon reveals clearer and broader. The entire expanse is in front of me and it is mine.
And now, I am moving, not wishful to stop, but wishing to get there, because where I go, it is waiting for me, my dream, realized, but eternal. Indescribable. The sea, my home. I am a child of the water, taken from its coral-root, driven far away by the high waves, spilled out at the unknown shore with billions of other brothers, salty sea atoms, inspired by the sun and flattered by the wind. Sheltered in a human’s heart, but remains forever the child of the water. And now, as before, I must walk the long way, to go through the wilderness far and wide, to reach the horizon and touch it so I rediscover my beginning; to replace my steps with flowing, to be embraced by waves, to be taken by the wind, and with a smile from the sun to be dissolved into foam, going back to where I was born. In the ocean.
For us, the others, restless souls, wandering fires, roving with spirits, even before the matter has appeared when we are only energy ourselves and after we are again, for us, vagrants, lunatics across the wilds and heights, the whistling in straight lines and the winding in labyrinths, the seeking in directions without end, the jumping outside the borders and the returning again, the ceaseless, the tireless, the disobedient, the diving into the depths of earth and the flying off in the universe without effort, just like that, quite instinctively, like the way air gets in and pulls out from the lungs, our blood flows and heart beats, those who do not know what peace is, but seek for it all their lives, walking past it along the lanes of the highway or a little off from it, just for us, the others, is destined the eternal road.
CLASS OF ’12
track >> PLAY
band >> the scorpions
lyrics >> holiday
And now, I can take you far away, and now I am setting about leaving again, and now I need to sail away. I miss wind in the sails, I miss wind in my hair, I miss wind penetrating into my darkest depths; passing through all over me as through the sea foam. Clearing. Penetrating. Beloved. I love to breathe the wind, I love it with full lungs; I love when it flows with me and I am an undivided part of it. I love it when is in my heart; when it is a storm, when it is a breeze. It is me and I am it, we are one emotion. Inseparable. A whole that cannot live without one another. It dreams of my love, otherwise it could not be a storm, neither it could be a breeze without I turn it into poetry. I crave for it as a storm, so I can love it and want its whiff to create my poetry.
And now, I am traveling. My eyes, up to heaven and still looking forward, gazing at the distance, lit by the sun. Whenever I blink by its touch, my face turns into a huge smile. I love it when it happens like that, when its light shines on me; one moment and it all absorbs in me, as if it also longs for a place where it could cuddle without fear. I am its fertile soil. I turn it into love, I feed from its warmth; I need it to save my soul when it starts to freeze. Blessing that fulfills me whole and waves form it spring at my face into that same huge, loving smile. My look begins to sparkle; my eyes wider open than before, and the horizon reveals clearer and broader. The entire expanse is in front of me and it is mine.
And now, I am moving, not wishful to stop, but wishing to get there, because where I go, it is waiting for me, my dream, realized, but eternal. Indescribable. The sea, my home. I am a child of the water, taken from its coral-root, driven far away by the high waves, spilled out at the unknown shore with billions of other brothers, salty sea atoms, inspired by the sun and flattered by the wind. Sheltered in a human’s heart, but remains forever the child of the water. And now, as before, I must walk the long way, to go through the wilderness far and wide, to reach the horizon and touch it so I rediscover my beginning; to replace my steps with flowing, to be embraced by waves, to be taken by the wind, and with a smile from the sun to be dissolved into foam, going back to where I was born. In the ocean.
King for a Day, History for a Lifetime
Dedicated to Faith No More, with the gratitude for the most authentic “chalga” party I have once attended and most of all that you have reunited for me, hehheh no giggling, Mr. Patton… Dedicated also to the mark of rock, to our common “die hard” habit and to heroes in general.
CLASS OF ’11
track >> PLAY
band >> faith no more
lyrics >> king for a day
These days, my pencils have little energy. Tilted in my box as if crestfallen, looking down and further, to the earth. Each stared at its little outlined spot, nestled in the narrow space, not daring to move a bit. No much air in the small ovals, but it is cold outside, dangers stalk.
There are such moments in life when, leaning clumsily cheek on your sweaty palm, with idle fingers the other tries to straighten your pencils, exhausted itself, and you only look at them, not participating. Yes, there are such moments and they have their reasons, which remain hidden for the writers only, their secrets. Staring at the pencil box together with its pencils, your, your pencils, and then you want to narrate. Selfish are writers, keeping their true stories aside, leaving the tales for you. If it continues to lean against the edge, in such crestfallen air, it might break down. No, it will not find enough strength, but will certainly bend down, will flow down like melted crayon, will fill in the little ovals with small pools of deep purple ink, while only graphite in dry powder remains from it before long.
Being lords of our time, how much does it cost to us and was it worth it at all?! Kings of the day, the world at our feet, got there even by chance, while romping without direction, just like this, most chaotic, in an attempt to release the exceeding loads of oil, erupting in spasms and waves inside out our fragile depths. World at our feet, nothing but a plain ball, not even leather-made but rubber, made for children, quite infant, but more resilient than ourselves. Step upon it, it will not burst. Will hiss until some time and then surely someone will swell it again; but easy to slip when you step upon it. Falls, raw knees and elbows, healing quickly, it is all a game. We know about the wounds only when they start to fade outside, to vanish, soaking more and more inward.
Masters of the time, but powerless to stop its waste amongst our languishing fingers. Kings for a day, unable to prevent our doom, the self-destruction, from lights to turn into shadows. Bearing the burden of the truth, shall we be kings, we shall be history as well. Glorious legend, enviable, tragic, comic, thick voluminous chronicle with gold-woven purple covers lied on a pedestal in our personal crypts… A book, just a book, present in our place; shall we not be kings, however, no one will be to write it.
CLASS OF ’11
track >> PLAY
band >> faith no more
lyrics >> king for a day
These days, my pencils have little energy. Tilted in my box as if crestfallen, looking down and further, to the earth. Each stared at its little outlined spot, nestled in the narrow space, not daring to move a bit. No much air in the small ovals, but it is cold outside, dangers stalk.
There are such moments in life when, leaning clumsily cheek on your sweaty palm, with idle fingers the other tries to straighten your pencils, exhausted itself, and you only look at them, not participating. Yes, there are such moments and they have their reasons, which remain hidden for the writers only, their secrets. Staring at the pencil box together with its pencils, your, your pencils, and then you want to narrate. Selfish are writers, keeping their true stories aside, leaving the tales for you. If it continues to lean against the edge, in such crestfallen air, it might break down. No, it will not find enough strength, but will certainly bend down, will flow down like melted crayon, will fill in the little ovals with small pools of deep purple ink, while only graphite in dry powder remains from it before long.
Being lords of our time, how much does it cost to us and was it worth it at all?! Kings of the day, the world at our feet, got there even by chance, while romping without direction, just like this, most chaotic, in an attempt to release the exceeding loads of oil, erupting in spasms and waves inside out our fragile depths. World at our feet, nothing but a plain ball, not even leather-made but rubber, made for children, quite infant, but more resilient than ourselves. Step upon it, it will not burst. Will hiss until some time and then surely someone will swell it again; but easy to slip when you step upon it. Falls, raw knees and elbows, healing quickly, it is all a game. We know about the wounds only when they start to fade outside, to vanish, soaking more and more inward.
Masters of the time, but powerless to stop its waste amongst our languishing fingers. Kings for a day, unable to prevent our doom, the self-destruction, from lights to turn into shadows. Bearing the burden of the truth, shall we be kings, we shall be history as well. Glorious legend, enviable, tragic, comic, thick voluminous chronicle with gold-woven purple covers lied on a pedestal in our personal crypts… A book, just a book, present in our place; shall we not be kings, however, no one will be to write it.
I’ve Made a Mistake, Yes, I’m Just a Man
Mister Bon Jovi would have hardly ever had the opportunity to end up among my favorites for the classes if he had not had the talent to make this confession a stanza of a beautiful song. I’m not particularly quite the fan of him, but along with several others this song is sentimentally related to the time of my teenage years, and the aforementioned verse appears to be an excellent motto for the theme of my today’s article. However, this is going to be all from him. Thank you, Mister Catch Me if You Can.
Today’s classes I dedicate to the mistakes, people, talents, as well as to a very special and beloved one; the man who still keeps taking my breath the same way as he has ever done. He who turned 42 exactly four days ago and would have celebrated it with us if he was still here. In fact, he has never been away. Those who touch your heart deeply, remain to live there forever. Of course, if your heart is a good host.
CLASS OF ’10
track >> PLAY
band >> alice in chains
lyrics >> angry chair
I choose this song not for one reason. It is one of my most favourite of all times, it is entirely his, Laynie’s, as I call him in my own language, in Gallish, it is a song for his mistake, fatal, because there are such, a mistake that has taken away from him the opportunity to enjoy life, if he could, and from us one gigantic and irreplaceable talent, the chance to enjoy more of his music and art. Though our consolation is that we still have this heritage to appreciate, if we can.
However, I am not going to talk about others’ mistakes here; let everyone with more or less personal experience do so for themselves, and if there is a one who wants to listen, the best is doing it from first hand. Here, I am talking about my mistakes and what I have found about them, about people and the talents to make, confess and forgive, gaining such along the way. Surely, you might have experienced perceiving something in your life as a page already turned over, a chapter read or a whole book closed, and it would be completely natural. Well, I can say myself as well and with a good dose of confidence too that this lesson, taken a notable deal of time and effort, for me is already finished, learnt, understood. Qualifications might be ahead, but I feel the secure, stable foundation on which to upgrade.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, I even feel their number beyond the average scale of admissibility, which the statistics would indicate if such existed. Of course, it is all a subjective perception, but I know where it comes from. I guess, an intelligent and smart human, who usually thinks before acting and is also guided by pure motives, would feel a similar way when, despite all these worthy qualities, their talent to make mistakes prevails at times. It is not by chance that I mention about the number, because whether of luck or, who knows, precisely because of the listed qualities, these numerous mistakes had never reached too extreme limits, but it is a relative concept as well.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, most of them involuntarily, other equal part was of silliness. Heh, I remember the words of my boy-artist who used to have a much convincing outlook for our very short acquaintance. Now, having already achieved the same talent, I can share his opinion that, despite the fact I have never been a stupid girl, this has not prevented me of doing quite a lot of silly things. A third part of my mistakes I own to confusion; the process of self-recognition, the road to oneself is quite complex, especially when you walk it in a bigger world, more complicated and chaotic than your own internal. Entirely what the nature of things is. I guess this is a suitable moment to warn you that the things I talk about myself with confidence, of course, always leaving a few pinches of doubt, the guaranteeing percentage for realism, are namely based on such a prolonged process of self-recognizing, a result of constant asking and seeking answers throughout the sieve of serious, not to say raw, self-directed scrutiny. The same way I approach to know the world, I approach to know myself, in depth. I can try to assure those who would continue to doubt, something quite natural, but would still be open to the foreign experience, that, yes, one cannot know themselves in the perfect way, because no perfect people exist, but can still be capable of getting more or less aware, and this is a conscious process.
Another part of my mistakes are due to selfishness, or as I have perceived it imposed from outside by someone’s view without intention, or on the contrary, with the motive to provoke feelings of guilt. Now, however, with the solid dose of confidence and personal knowledge, and with good understanding about the environment, in which all of us have spent one or another part of their lives, I can name this so-called selfishness was more an explicable, logical protective reaction towards one anti-human, human-centrifugal mentality. Mentality that wants of you to be faultless and wants this not for your sake, but for its own comfort. Who is selfish in the case?! Mentality that teaches you to accept people not in their natural diversity and difference but to your private measures, leading only to mutual intolerance and rejection. Mentality, which you will never manage to satisfy, because it does not want your unique features, your individuality, and which, if you still insist to be a part of, God only knowing why, will impose on you the term to make fundamental compromises with yourself and to turn into someone else to ever have a chance to be liked. Oh, this is not for everyone… Mentality that is wrong itself, and wants from you to be without faults. Which looks through the eyes of sentence rather than justice. Which makes malicious joy of your mistakes, because it knows to use them excellently against you when judging you for being not ideal, and you are deliberately taught to believe you can be. Which deprives you of your right to be a human and to be happy with your imperfection; in harmony with yourself, knowing this is entirely what human nature is; peaceful that you will always have a second chance when you get wrong, because you realize it, feel sincerely regretful and desire to improve the damaged. Mentality that vindicates impudence with no scruples to intentionally hurt and recidivism without end and without limits, but which does not accept your repentance and never forgives. How to feel the power of possessing conscience or the good to repent when there is no one to forgive you?!
The way to defeat such a mentality begins when you feel that you are not yourself being part of it and in result choose not to be. When you choose to be yourself, to have the courage to seek and find, to see your true self, and not the one someone else wants you to be. When you accept yourself, able to appreciate your virtues and straightly face your faults; when you choose what to change and what to keep, to improve from your qualities. When you break down the illusion, turning you into a slave and a victim, that you can be faultless and the manipulation that you owe this to someone else than yourself. When you achieve enough personal knowledge to state with confidence that you are not afraid to be what you are and to get wrong, because you are a human, a one with conscience and dignity, and your mistakes are not your sentence but crucial and irreversible life experience along the road to improvement.
I found an essential part of my internal harmony and freedom exactly when I realized that, despite my distinctive features and together with my faults, I am just one man among billions of other similar and different people. Truth is that this long personal process has been strongly encouraged by my acquaintance with environment outside the local. Will the local change for better depends entirely on us and how comfortable we feel here, but surely it has got the chance. As for me, I am glad to have achieved the talent to accept this truth about people, to keep my principles but with much better understanding towards them and judging them less, to feel satisfaction to admit my mistakes and to ask for forgiveness, confident in my conscience, in my ability to feel sincere repentance and the awareness that I am not capable of hurting intentionally, voluntary, cold-blooded, for neither this is “me” nor I could ever bear living this way with myself. As everyone I am not spared the hurt as well but never have I experienced difficulties to forgive; no matter how strong the pain or devastating the destruction, I can feel grief, dis-acquiescence, anger, but not hatred, this is just my nature. And now, in this innermost moment I want to say “I am sorry!!” to everyone whom I have once hurt and whom I shall most likely do in the future, because no matter how further I improve, I remain just a man.
Today’s classes I dedicate to the mistakes, people, talents, as well as to a very special and beloved one; the man who still keeps taking my breath the same way as he has ever done. He who turned 42 exactly four days ago and would have celebrated it with us if he was still here. In fact, he has never been away. Those who touch your heart deeply, remain to live there forever. Of course, if your heart is a good host.
CLASS OF ’10
track >> PLAY
band >> alice in chains
lyrics >> angry chair
I choose this song not for one reason. It is one of my most favourite of all times, it is entirely his, Laynie’s, as I call him in my own language, in Gallish, it is a song for his mistake, fatal, because there are such, a mistake that has taken away from him the opportunity to enjoy life, if he could, and from us one gigantic and irreplaceable talent, the chance to enjoy more of his music and art. Though our consolation is that we still have this heritage to appreciate, if we can.
However, I am not going to talk about others’ mistakes here; let everyone with more or less personal experience do so for themselves, and if there is a one who wants to listen, the best is doing it from first hand. Here, I am talking about my mistakes and what I have found about them, about people and the talents to make, confess and forgive, gaining such along the way. Surely, you might have experienced perceiving something in your life as a page already turned over, a chapter read or a whole book closed, and it would be completely natural. Well, I can say myself as well and with a good dose of confidence too that this lesson, taken a notable deal of time and effort, for me is already finished, learnt, understood. Qualifications might be ahead, but I feel the secure, stable foundation on which to upgrade.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, I even feel their number beyond the average scale of admissibility, which the statistics would indicate if such existed. Of course, it is all a subjective perception, but I know where it comes from. I guess, an intelligent and smart human, who usually thinks before acting and is also guided by pure motives, would feel a similar way when, despite all these worthy qualities, their talent to make mistakes prevails at times. It is not by chance that I mention about the number, because whether of luck or, who knows, precisely because of the listed qualities, these numerous mistakes had never reached too extreme limits, but it is a relative concept as well.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, most of them involuntarily, other equal part was of silliness. Heh, I remember the words of my boy-artist who used to have a much convincing outlook for our very short acquaintance. Now, having already achieved the same talent, I can share his opinion that, despite the fact I have never been a stupid girl, this has not prevented me of doing quite a lot of silly things. A third part of my mistakes I own to confusion; the process of self-recognition, the road to oneself is quite complex, especially when you walk it in a bigger world, more complicated and chaotic than your own internal. Entirely what the nature of things is. I guess this is a suitable moment to warn you that the things I talk about myself with confidence, of course, always leaving a few pinches of doubt, the guaranteeing percentage for realism, are namely based on such a prolonged process of self-recognizing, a result of constant asking and seeking answers throughout the sieve of serious, not to say raw, self-directed scrutiny. The same way I approach to know the world, I approach to know myself, in depth. I can try to assure those who would continue to doubt, something quite natural, but would still be open to the foreign experience, that, yes, one cannot know themselves in the perfect way, because no perfect people exist, but can still be capable of getting more or less aware, and this is a conscious process.
Another part of my mistakes are due to selfishness, or as I have perceived it imposed from outside by someone’s view without intention, or on the contrary, with the motive to provoke feelings of guilt. Now, however, with the solid dose of confidence and personal knowledge, and with good understanding about the environment, in which all of us have spent one or another part of their lives, I can name this so-called selfishness was more an explicable, logical protective reaction towards one anti-human, human-centrifugal mentality. Mentality that wants of you to be faultless and wants this not for your sake, but for its own comfort. Who is selfish in the case?! Mentality that teaches you to accept people not in their natural diversity and difference but to your private measures, leading only to mutual intolerance and rejection. Mentality, which you will never manage to satisfy, because it does not want your unique features, your individuality, and which, if you still insist to be a part of, God only knowing why, will impose on you the term to make fundamental compromises with yourself and to turn into someone else to ever have a chance to be liked. Oh, this is not for everyone… Mentality that is wrong itself, and wants from you to be without faults. Which looks through the eyes of sentence rather than justice. Which makes malicious joy of your mistakes, because it knows to use them excellently against you when judging you for being not ideal, and you are deliberately taught to believe you can be. Which deprives you of your right to be a human and to be happy with your imperfection; in harmony with yourself, knowing this is entirely what human nature is; peaceful that you will always have a second chance when you get wrong, because you realize it, feel sincerely regretful and desire to improve the damaged. Mentality that vindicates impudence with no scruples to intentionally hurt and recidivism without end and without limits, but which does not accept your repentance and never forgives. How to feel the power of possessing conscience or the good to repent when there is no one to forgive you?!
The way to defeat such a mentality begins when you feel that you are not yourself being part of it and in result choose not to be. When you choose to be yourself, to have the courage to seek and find, to see your true self, and not the one someone else wants you to be. When you accept yourself, able to appreciate your virtues and straightly face your faults; when you choose what to change and what to keep, to improve from your qualities. When you break down the illusion, turning you into a slave and a victim, that you can be faultless and the manipulation that you owe this to someone else than yourself. When you achieve enough personal knowledge to state with confidence that you are not afraid to be what you are and to get wrong, because you are a human, a one with conscience and dignity, and your mistakes are not your sentence but crucial and irreversible life experience along the road to improvement.
I found an essential part of my internal harmony and freedom exactly when I realized that, despite my distinctive features and together with my faults, I am just one man among billions of other similar and different people. Truth is that this long personal process has been strongly encouraged by my acquaintance with environment outside the local. Will the local change for better depends entirely on us and how comfortable we feel here, but surely it has got the chance. As for me, I am glad to have achieved the talent to accept this truth about people, to keep my principles but with much better understanding towards them and judging them less, to feel satisfaction to admit my mistakes and to ask for forgiveness, confident in my conscience, in my ability to feel sincere repentance and the awareness that I am not capable of hurting intentionally, voluntary, cold-blooded, for neither this is “me” nor I could ever bear living this way with myself. As everyone I am not spared the hurt as well but never have I experienced difficulties to forgive; no matter how strong the pain or devastating the destruction, I can feel grief, dis-acquiescence, anger, but not hatred, this is just my nature. And now, in this innermost moment I want to say “I am sorry!!” to everyone whom I have once hurt and whom I shall most likely do in the future, because no matter how further I improve, I remain just a man.
Your Honour, Mister Presley
This Sunday is the anniversary of Elvis Presley’s demise and as a sign of respect to his memory, I dedicate my classes of today entirely to him, to the Big Boss Man, to the King Of The Whole Wide World. The King of Rock. It was not easy to decide which to choose – a dynamic situation, some shortage of time and his great legacy. I have only been aware that when I find it, I am sure this is the song with the eternal message.
I have tried to listen to my internal voice, to the call of the season; off the city the summer is real, what is breathed in is real, what is breathed out is real, what is felt, what is seen, real are words, silence is real. I have decided to make these classes a little more special than usual, A Little Less Conversation, a little more action please, Mister Presley, all thanks to you and completely in your honour, your words and their everlasting meaning are to say more on behalf of us all, kindred souls, Raised On Rock and looking straight forward to the universal human values.
CLASS OF ’09
track >> PLAY
singer >> elvis presley
lyrics >> change of habit
I have tried to listen to my internal voice, to the call of the season; off the city the summer is real, what is breathed in is real, what is breathed out is real, what is felt, what is seen, real are words, silence is real. I have decided to make these classes a little more special than usual, A Little Less Conversation, a little more action please, Mister Presley, all thanks to you and completely in your honour, your words and their everlasting meaning are to say more on behalf of us all, kindred souls, Raised On Rock and looking straight forward to the universal human values.
CLASS OF ’09
track >> PLAY
singer >> elvis presley
lyrics >> change of habit
My Word to the King of Pop
This is my private, humble, straight-from-the-heart way to express the shock come along this sudden loss together with (because these two go together…) my respect to the great legacy he created and left to us all, to the World. And, on its notable pedestal, my deep gratitude of a human for the serious input this legacy contributed to the attempts for healing our common disturbed home-planet. Just remember the unforgettable messages of We’re The World, Black Or White, Earth Song, They Don’t Care About Us, Man In The Mirror, Heal The World…
CLASS OF ’08
track >> PLAY
singer >> michael jackson
lyrics >> billy jean
My relation with the King of Pop’s music involves a short, yet illustrious, period of time during my pre-teen years when I used to go to dance classes and had a few years older friend there, who was a keen fan of him.
No need to say that most of the people were crazy about his music those days; most of us little and bigger girls too, and boys perhaps, for I was not quite much interested in the boys’ temptations for their idols then. I remember we used to buy little badges with his face on from fair wagons in the town parks and gardens; they would even attack you in the street to rob you of your treasury. We also collected pictures of him from used bubble gums and put them in our girlish diaries and private notebooks we called lexicons, or exchanged them for others we lacked in our precious collections. Having a poster of Michael Jackson would have been a triumphant wealth those days.
And so, that friend of mine opened my eyes to the idol’s existence and set the fire on me for him. I still quite well remember that certain day after turning back from the dances when she took me to her place and played his songs to me, after which I would rash straight forward home and throw myself in chasing for any single record that my father’s musical collection could have kept for me somewhere. Unfortunately, what I was blessed to find after my long hunt was one track only on an old cassette tape, yet this song was worth a treasure!! I burnt it out from listening, you might imagine…
Was the song Bad or Smooth Criminal, or another, well, this has been already forgotten but I can still remember Dirty Diana was the cult. We learnt to dance on it and knew it from A to Z and Z to A, without even knowing English.
Dad is totally keen on music but the truth is he has never used to be the fan of his music; he would like Say Say Say for the parting of Paul McCartney, his favourite from The Beatles, rather than for anything else. Hence, the single precious record for me, which I am still that grateful for; and for my dad, there is yet one song he has shared to be in true favour with from the King of Pop’s legacy.
Billy Jean to your attention and my private way to commemorate the artist’s demise and his music that will remain forever living after him.
CLASS OF ’08
track >> PLAY
singer >> michael jackson
lyrics >> billy jean
My relation with the King of Pop’s music involves a short, yet illustrious, period of time during my pre-teen years when I used to go to dance classes and had a few years older friend there, who was a keen fan of him.
No need to say that most of the people were crazy about his music those days; most of us little and bigger girls too, and boys perhaps, for I was not quite much interested in the boys’ temptations for their idols then. I remember we used to buy little badges with his face on from fair wagons in the town parks and gardens; they would even attack you in the street to rob you of your treasury. We also collected pictures of him from used bubble gums and put them in our girlish diaries and private notebooks we called lexicons, or exchanged them for others we lacked in our precious collections. Having a poster of Michael Jackson would have been a triumphant wealth those days.
And so, that friend of mine opened my eyes to the idol’s existence and set the fire on me for him. I still quite well remember that certain day after turning back from the dances when she took me to her place and played his songs to me, after which I would rash straight forward home and throw myself in chasing for any single record that my father’s musical collection could have kept for me somewhere. Unfortunately, what I was blessed to find after my long hunt was one track only on an old cassette tape, yet this song was worth a treasure!! I burnt it out from listening, you might imagine…
Was the song Bad or Smooth Criminal, or another, well, this has been already forgotten but I can still remember Dirty Diana was the cult. We learnt to dance on it and knew it from A to Z and Z to A, without even knowing English.
Dad is totally keen on music but the truth is he has never used to be the fan of his music; he would like Say Say Say for the parting of Paul McCartney, his favourite from The Beatles, rather than for anything else. Hence, the single precious record for me, which I am still that grateful for; and for my dad, there is yet one song he has shared to be in true favour with from the King of Pop’s legacy.
Billy Jean to your attention and my private way to commemorate the artist’s demise and his music that will remain forever living after him.
Unity Makes Strength, Disunity Makes Us (part two)
In this thread of thoughts, I can also feel sentiments towards my home, my home town, my homeland. Yet, despite the theoretical fact that these are my home, my home town, my homeland for the circumstance that I have been born there, I only truly recognize them when via sentiment. If I cannot experience my bond through my feelings then it is an artificial recognition, ink on sheet of paper.
The process of locating one’s belonging; is there really a reason to do so?! Yes, I am a part of my family, my family is settled in my home town and my home town is located in my country, but then my country is situated on my mainland and my mainland is a part of my planet. So, I am a member of my locality and a citizen of the world at the same time. Belonging is not a point of physical parameters; it is a point of sentiment. Geography is for the records. The way I am bonded to my family, the same bond I can feel to my homeland and to any part of the world provided there is my sentiment. Any of these places can be my home.
CLASS OF ’06
track >> PLAY
band >> dire straits
lyrics >> brothers in arms
Most of what we call “belonging” is artificially imposed and the motives can be both constructive and oppressive. Normally, people accept and admit geographical and political boundaries to the point they coincide with their sentimental determination for home. And home is where I feel loved and accepted. These are the true boundaries. You will surely agree that there are cases of having one’s family, home town and country but not feeling home there.
The vivid sensation of belonging comes from the existence of a relation based on love; and it is essential to be mutual, shared. In this relation, as in love, there is no place for possessing. I belong to my home through love and I do not possess it, namely because it is granted to me (by birth or other form of acceptance) and I have not bought it, namely because having home is not equal to owning a house. Moreover, the way my home is mine, the same way it is home to the rest of my family, my fellow-citizens and kindred. Also, it can be home to others who wish to find their place and settle there. Literally and figuratively, situation is the same with one’s home and country. My home is also my friends’, my guests are welcome to visit me there and my door is open to new comers who enter my family specially bonded in some way or another and even become its members. I shall only obstruct an intruder with violent intentions to come within.
Perhaps, the way we recognize and accept our own families, the same way we behave towards the other groups where we consciously or unconsciously belong. Lack of family and of love bond within a family can be painful and can cause seeking of a substitute. If the substitute turns to be successful in supplying with love, then the person may achieve internal peace and even recognition but if not, then the lack of love can turn into hatred. In example, people lacking recognition use to seek their belonging on purpose and tend to gather with others in similar situation. If naturally gained love within family makes its receivers able to respect others’ similar love to “their kindred” on their turn, when people use to artificially achieve such sentiments, they are not able to recognize the sentiments of others. It leads to intolerance and therefore to the fore-mentioned phenomena.
Conclusion is that love is crucial for one’s identity and peace; and they, on their side, are crucial for having a balanced human, respectful to others. Lapse in achieving self-recognition can provoke feelings of insecurity and fear leading to aggressive reactions and/or rejection of others without existence of actual obstruction or threatening by them. It can be executed and happen everywhere, towards fellow-citizens and foreigners, brothers or strangers. The target of such behaviour is not essential itself because the real disturbance comes from inside.
We are all humans, we bear common human features and characteristics, and from this moment onward we are individuals with unique and varying personalities who can respect and interact with others’ individuality or who cannot. To live peacefully we should learn to accept. Being individuals is not an act of dividing; it is a natural state of humanity. (Mass can be objectively more dangerous here when a gathering of individuals with lost or missing self-identification that can become a convenient tool in hands of other individuals with malicious intentions knowing how to use its disturbing features.) Difference between people is not the cause for our internal wars and reasoning our violence with it has not to be accepted, neither excused. (As internal peace is self-responsibility, when I am troubled I am not excused to being troublesome to others and to obstructing their peace.)
Leaning to artificial belongings and drawing artificial boundaries will not lead us to unity and sharing a common world. It will not fill our gaps, cure us from our omissions. It shall not make us home. What shall do it is finding our internal peace by recognizing our true selves and therefore accepting the rest and respecting their differences and individuality. Love and acceptance is what we desperately need. If we concentrate on achieving more of them, giving more of them and therefore receiving as well, only then we shall find our true belonging here.
The process of locating one’s belonging; is there really a reason to do so?! Yes, I am a part of my family, my family is settled in my home town and my home town is located in my country, but then my country is situated on my mainland and my mainland is a part of my planet. So, I am a member of my locality and a citizen of the world at the same time. Belonging is not a point of physical parameters; it is a point of sentiment. Geography is for the records. The way I am bonded to my family, the same bond I can feel to my homeland and to any part of the world provided there is my sentiment. Any of these places can be my home.
CLASS OF ’06
track >> PLAY
band >> dire straits
lyrics >> brothers in arms
Most of what we call “belonging” is artificially imposed and the motives can be both constructive and oppressive. Normally, people accept and admit geographical and political boundaries to the point they coincide with their sentimental determination for home. And home is where I feel loved and accepted. These are the true boundaries. You will surely agree that there are cases of having one’s family, home town and country but not feeling home there.
The vivid sensation of belonging comes from the existence of a relation based on love; and it is essential to be mutual, shared. In this relation, as in love, there is no place for possessing. I belong to my home through love and I do not possess it, namely because it is granted to me (by birth or other form of acceptance) and I have not bought it, namely because having home is not equal to owning a house. Moreover, the way my home is mine, the same way it is home to the rest of my family, my fellow-citizens and kindred. Also, it can be home to others who wish to find their place and settle there. Literally and figuratively, situation is the same with one’s home and country. My home is also my friends’, my guests are welcome to visit me there and my door is open to new comers who enter my family specially bonded in some way or another and even become its members. I shall only obstruct an intruder with violent intentions to come within.
Perhaps, the way we recognize and accept our own families, the same way we behave towards the other groups where we consciously or unconsciously belong. Lack of family and of love bond within a family can be painful and can cause seeking of a substitute. If the substitute turns to be successful in supplying with love, then the person may achieve internal peace and even recognition but if not, then the lack of love can turn into hatred. In example, people lacking recognition use to seek their belonging on purpose and tend to gather with others in similar situation. If naturally gained love within family makes its receivers able to respect others’ similar love to “their kindred” on their turn, when people use to artificially achieve such sentiments, they are not able to recognize the sentiments of others. It leads to intolerance and therefore to the fore-mentioned phenomena.
Conclusion is that love is crucial for one’s identity and peace; and they, on their side, are crucial for having a balanced human, respectful to others. Lapse in achieving self-recognition can provoke feelings of insecurity and fear leading to aggressive reactions and/or rejection of others without existence of actual obstruction or threatening by them. It can be executed and happen everywhere, towards fellow-citizens and foreigners, brothers or strangers. The target of such behaviour is not essential itself because the real disturbance comes from inside.
We are all humans, we bear common human features and characteristics, and from this moment onward we are individuals with unique and varying personalities who can respect and interact with others’ individuality or who cannot. To live peacefully we should learn to accept. Being individuals is not an act of dividing; it is a natural state of humanity. (Mass can be objectively more dangerous here when a gathering of individuals with lost or missing self-identification that can become a convenient tool in hands of other individuals with malicious intentions knowing how to use its disturbing features.) Difference between people is not the cause for our internal wars and reasoning our violence with it has not to be accepted, neither excused. (As internal peace is self-responsibility, when I am troubled I am not excused to being troublesome to others and to obstructing their peace.)
Leaning to artificial belongings and drawing artificial boundaries will not lead us to unity and sharing a common world. It will not fill our gaps, cure us from our omissions. It shall not make us home. What shall do it is finding our internal peace by recognizing our true selves and therefore accepting the rest and respecting their differences and individuality. Love and acceptance is what we desperately need. If we concentrate on achieving more of them, giving more of them and therefore receiving as well, only then we shall find our true belonging here.
July Morning and Wednesday’s Road of Her Own
Introduction: July Morning or simply July is a peculiar later replica to the US Hippie Movement of the 60′s, an event with Bulgarian origin that takes place on the eve and in the morning of the first day of July. The idea is to get together by the sea, meaning to the East, in order to meet the first rays of the morning sun. The meaning is associated with the protest against Communism and was first manifested by young people in the remote 80′s or even 70′s, they say. The name is derived from Uriah Heep’s popular song “July Morning” and the facing of the rising sun symbolizes the meeting of new and better times.
Greetings to all nice people, young, younger and further young girls and boys who are meeting July Morning today and knowing or not that much what they are celebrating. I am greeting the classics who are going to make it in the way tradition says as well as the alternatives who will celebrate it in different ways on purpose or not, or simply because of circumstances beyond the will. The routine is not relevant here, spirit is the one that only matters.
CLASS OF ’07
track >> PLAY
band >> uriah heep
lyrics >> july morning
And what does tradition says?!… In fact, I need to admit I have never known exactly what. At the time I was beginning to hear about hippies, The Doors, July Morning and the bands from the 70′s (hehheh one of the greatest mixtures I have ever tangled), I only knew then that when the time came, right on the edge to missing it, someone would wake up somehow and say, “Come on to the July”. After which some throwing of haversacks would follow and people under the sacks forwarding to the most unthinkable peculiar directions, but not exactly where the official rule did point.
Do not think of any intentions here. On the contrary, even now as I think, I have always wished to get the chance to at least one time celebrate it due to the tradition, but alas, my way is unpredictable and tends to take me far away from the predicted targets. In example, I remember to have met the sun by the sea not necessarily on a July morning. Simply deciding and gathering around the fire with or without guitar jingling, with night swimming and awakening on the beach, as they do on the first of July.
I also remember I have once celebrated that date not exactly by the sea but on the banks of a river after we decided to make a visit to a buddy’s house. We threw ourselves on a train and arrived at a place where had some difficulties to find the village pub, but in return loaded notably with beer and still more notably commemorated the festive event with the only music taken with us, a notable cassette tape of Uriah Heep, on a cluttered old cassette recorder. At the end of the ritual, the so notable swimming in waters, low to the knees, and the rest of the records fading with the river.
I have memories of travelling to Varna for this occasion as well (besides the numerous other times without or for another reason), and the meeting was at a hippie party, yet not by the sea. Indeed, since I am a child of the water and a flower child, what was that impossible for me so I failed to join the official hippie gatherings?! I do not know, we are just like this, natural born alternatives; things will always happen in another way or run into different directions, willing or not, it is in our genes.
However, where did these official gatherings take place?!… And also, how “official” have they been, because I cannot remember publicly organized concerts and meetings then at places labeled to be “official July Morning destinations”, as they are now. We just used to know then that people gather along the beaches with friends, whether forwarding to Varna or Burgas, whether at the sands or rocks, whatever direction caught, in couples, in groups and even larger groups with the party going on until, in the morning, they were all so mixed in one and forgotten who they were and why they were, therefore quite naturally succeeding with the idea of the July to meet the first sun of the month together.
All that was alternative in those days, the place and the manner were not so essential. It used to happen spontaneously and often not that welcomed by the non-participating. Music was a self-made scene, and the party only depended on your own presence there. I do not think that most of us have had the slightest idea of a good new tradition beginning to establish, a one even better if keeping on forward, and personally, I have never been aware it is uniquely Bulgarian (but this is Wed’s case, she often falls from another planet hehheh).
And as is by law, on the edge of missing the date (because another topic has been scheduled for today), however and most unexpectedly, succeeding to capture the chance, I am greeting you with the song that has become the anthem for us in the celebration of this special day.
Greetings to all nice people, young, younger and further young girls and boys who are meeting July Morning today and knowing or not that much what they are celebrating. I am greeting the classics who are going to make it in the way tradition says as well as the alternatives who will celebrate it in different ways on purpose or not, or simply because of circumstances beyond the will. The routine is not relevant here, spirit is the one that only matters.
CLASS OF ’07
track >> PLAY
band >> uriah heep
lyrics >> july morning
And what does tradition says?!… In fact, I need to admit I have never known exactly what. At the time I was beginning to hear about hippies, The Doors, July Morning and the bands from the 70′s (hehheh one of the greatest mixtures I have ever tangled), I only knew then that when the time came, right on the edge to missing it, someone would wake up somehow and say, “Come on to the July”. After which some throwing of haversacks would follow and people under the sacks forwarding to the most unthinkable peculiar directions, but not exactly where the official rule did point.
Do not think of any intentions here. On the contrary, even now as I think, I have always wished to get the chance to at least one time celebrate it due to the tradition, but alas, my way is unpredictable and tends to take me far away from the predicted targets. In example, I remember to have met the sun by the sea not necessarily on a July morning. Simply deciding and gathering around the fire with or without guitar jingling, with night swimming and awakening on the beach, as they do on the first of July.
I also remember I have once celebrated that date not exactly by the sea but on the banks of a river after we decided to make a visit to a buddy’s house. We threw ourselves on a train and arrived at a place where had some difficulties to find the village pub, but in return loaded notably with beer and still more notably commemorated the festive event with the only music taken with us, a notable cassette tape of Uriah Heep, on a cluttered old cassette recorder. At the end of the ritual, the so notable swimming in waters, low to the knees, and the rest of the records fading with the river.
I have memories of travelling to Varna for this occasion as well (besides the numerous other times without or for another reason), and the meeting was at a hippie party, yet not by the sea. Indeed, since I am a child of the water and a flower child, what was that impossible for me so I failed to join the official hippie gatherings?! I do not know, we are just like this, natural born alternatives; things will always happen in another way or run into different directions, willing or not, it is in our genes.
However, where did these official gatherings take place?!… And also, how “official” have they been, because I cannot remember publicly organized concerts and meetings then at places labeled to be “official July Morning destinations”, as they are now. We just used to know then that people gather along the beaches with friends, whether forwarding to Varna or Burgas, whether at the sands or rocks, whatever direction caught, in couples, in groups and even larger groups with the party going on until, in the morning, they were all so mixed in one and forgotten who they were and why they were, therefore quite naturally succeeding with the idea of the July to meet the first sun of the month together.
All that was alternative in those days, the place and the manner were not so essential. It used to happen spontaneously and often not that welcomed by the non-participating. Music was a self-made scene, and the party only depended on your own presence there. I do not think that most of us have had the slightest idea of a good new tradition beginning to establish, a one even better if keeping on forward, and personally, I have never been aware it is uniquely Bulgarian (but this is Wed’s case, she often falls from another planet hehheh).
And as is by law, on the edge of missing the date (because another topic has been scheduled for today), however and most unexpectedly, succeeding to capture the chance, I am greeting you with the song that has become the anthem for us in the celebration of this special day.
Unity Makes Strength, Disunity Makes Us (part one)
To finish the theme of the previous two classes and complete a peculiar trilogy, I am going to draw few final lines on the question of relations between people inside and outside the same boundary. I find it illogical, though explainable, when we tend to accept and behave to each other as foreigners rather than kindred, as belonging to different worlds rather than a common one, and experiencing different problems rather than sharing common fate and destiny, only that we follow different paths to outlive it.
When it is a point of personal choice, to leave losing your faith or to go seek for another, what makes us disrespect each other’s choices and thus alienate?! Do you agree that at various stages in our past and for various reasons in our present, disunity comes to be a prominent feature of our common history?! I shall even state that we use to divide in moments we need to be united and force on unification when we have the right to be ourselves and act as individuals.
Dividing and consolidating are two opposite-sounding on first sight parts of one and the same process. Logically thinking you will ascertain that whenever having a process of consolidation, grouping among certain amount of individuals, it leads inevitably to separation, dividing from the rest; no matter how real or fictive, on purpose or idealistic, with “good” or “bad” intentions that process is. It stirs my mind, what makes people divide (respectively group)?! Is it instinctive or an act of consciousness?!
CLASS OF ’06
track >> PLAY
band >> dire straits
lyrics >> brothers in arms
If anterior times have found some objective reasons for people consolidating to protect from malicious intruding or threatening, respectively dividing or separating into formations and therefore achieving ability to possess and rule through or over them, then are these processes of the past still alive in our present?! To what extent they are naturally stimulated or come predominantly on purpose hiding under fictive causes?!
Most of the threatening of modern times comes from tendencies and phenomena opposing to the similarly modern processes of increasing people’s recognition in the direction of tolerance, humanity, acceptance of others, free movement, communication, relation and policy of general respect. Such tendencies and phenomena as nationalism (in its human-centrifugal formats), chauvinism, discrimination, racism, xenophobia, separatism, fundamentalism…
Is it fear, the foundation of such leanings or gaps in human personalities and their self-identification?! And is the fear that leads to the need of identifying with certain others, if fictive or subjective, not a consequence of the disability for personal identification?!
At this point it is important to make distinction that this particular topic is not about peaceful in their nature and motives formations among people based on common interests and beliefs as well as their natural need to connect and interact with other “soul-mates” to express and share what moves them on mutual bases, seeking and finding understanding, exchanging information and knowledge, forming societies and cultures, and being not disrespectful and/or obstructive to others’ similar ones. Such needs come namely from achieved ability to truly recognize one’s individuality and interests.
The article emphasizes on necessities to recognize through a certain group or other types of divisions at all costs which I can see as inability to define one’s self as and through their own selves. Moreover, when in such consolidations there is leaning to intolerance, aggression and means by force towards others outside it, I can see it as lapse of achieving one’s internal peace, resulting from uneasiness that namely lack of personal identification can stir inside oneself.
If I begin with thinking of “myself” case, I can say I can only truly feel belonging to a group of people if my family. It is unconscious and I can find it based on nothing else more than my indisputable love towards them. Even when it comes to consciousness I still agree to admit my belonging. I can see myself quite clearly identified among them, I can see the differences and similarities between me and them, and despite these differences, and not because of the similarities I can determine my family is my people. It comes less of the fact of our common origin than it is more because I am bounded to them through my love. I can recognize this feeling inside myself namely because I love them. We share very strong connection between ourselves on this foundation and we call this home.
Continued here…
When it is a point of personal choice, to leave losing your faith or to go seek for another, what makes us disrespect each other’s choices and thus alienate?! Do you agree that at various stages in our past and for various reasons in our present, disunity comes to be a prominent feature of our common history?! I shall even state that we use to divide in moments we need to be united and force on unification when we have the right to be ourselves and act as individuals.
Dividing and consolidating are two opposite-sounding on first sight parts of one and the same process. Logically thinking you will ascertain that whenever having a process of consolidation, grouping among certain amount of individuals, it leads inevitably to separation, dividing from the rest; no matter how real or fictive, on purpose or idealistic, with “good” or “bad” intentions that process is. It stirs my mind, what makes people divide (respectively group)?! Is it instinctive or an act of consciousness?!
CLASS OF ’06
track >> PLAY
band >> dire straits
lyrics >> brothers in arms
If anterior times have found some objective reasons for people consolidating to protect from malicious intruding or threatening, respectively dividing or separating into formations and therefore achieving ability to possess and rule through or over them, then are these processes of the past still alive in our present?! To what extent they are naturally stimulated or come predominantly on purpose hiding under fictive causes?!
Most of the threatening of modern times comes from tendencies and phenomena opposing to the similarly modern processes of increasing people’s recognition in the direction of tolerance, humanity, acceptance of others, free movement, communication, relation and policy of general respect. Such tendencies and phenomena as nationalism (in its human-centrifugal formats), chauvinism, discrimination, racism, xenophobia, separatism, fundamentalism…
Is it fear, the foundation of such leanings or gaps in human personalities and their self-identification?! And is the fear that leads to the need of identifying with certain others, if fictive or subjective, not a consequence of the disability for personal identification?!
At this point it is important to make distinction that this particular topic is not about peaceful in their nature and motives formations among people based on common interests and beliefs as well as their natural need to connect and interact with other “soul-mates” to express and share what moves them on mutual bases, seeking and finding understanding, exchanging information and knowledge, forming societies and cultures, and being not disrespectful and/or obstructive to others’ similar ones. Such needs come namely from achieved ability to truly recognize one’s individuality and interests.
The article emphasizes on necessities to recognize through a certain group or other types of divisions at all costs which I can see as inability to define one’s self as and through their own selves. Moreover, when in such consolidations there is leaning to intolerance, aggression and means by force towards others outside it, I can see it as lapse of achieving one’s internal peace, resulting from uneasiness that namely lack of personal identification can stir inside oneself.
If I begin with thinking of “myself” case, I can say I can only truly feel belonging to a group of people if my family. It is unconscious and I can find it based on nothing else more than my indisputable love towards them. Even when it comes to consciousness I still agree to admit my belonging. I can see myself quite clearly identified among them, I can see the differences and similarities between me and them, and despite these differences, and not because of the similarities I can determine my family is my people. It comes less of the fact of our common origin than it is more because I am bounded to them through my love. I can recognize this feeling inside myself namely because I love them. We share very strong connection between ourselves on this foundation and we call this home.
Continued here…
Not to Shoot the Sheriff, not to Kill a Mockingbird, Just to Try Few Words at Them
Sometimes, not to say it happens frequently, I slip into abstract ways of expressing my words and therefore my thoughts begin to seem obscure. It is because I see the principle and basic out of a specific situation and it is a hard task to present this in short. However, when I decide to be particular I can be quite. So, I am explaining clearer now what I was meaning with my previous classes.
CLASS OF ’05
track >> PLAY
singer >> eric clapton
lyrics >> i shot the sheriff
There is wide spread manipulation here, extreme and one, I assume, on purpose that people who choose to emigrate from Bulgaria are close at being national traitors; they leave their country and turn their backs to their kindred. In the soft version, these are persons who give up easily the fight for their homeland. People…, wake up to your consciousness and stick to the logic and sober mind. Allow yourselves to see the others’ points of view, begin with this.
I begin with the first of all that every one of us is a free human being who has natural rights given by birth to possess their lives, to take care of them (or not) and to follow (or not) their well-being; and to do this to the point of not being obstructive to the rest who have the same rights (to execute their rights) without exception. In this thread of thoughts, every one of us have their personal right to (choose to) stay in their home country or leave for another; to stay and be happy here, to stay and be unhappy here, to live and find happiness abroad or to live there despite feeling unhappy. Nobody else have any right to judge others for what they choose is best for them and their own lives. (Well, of course, we are humans, we can have opinions; and do you see a difference between judging and having an opinion?!) Nobody and nothing; none of these, an outer person, a ‘sheriff’, the ‘deputy’, an institution or the state.
The next step is to explore the variety of views that exist and to seek for, to try to understand them in the place of judging. (When I myself learnt to do this I realized how many better and positive results it can lead me to.) Why people leave; why they need and wish to leave?! How do you think, have most of them not tried to find their places here, their purposes and reasons to stay?! Have they not made their best attempts to find solutions for the problems and resolve them?! What if their hard-trying have been paid zero attention; if their appeals have not been heard and even listened?! What if they have been directed but not replied as to persons?! How would you feel yourself if having been treated with disrespect?! What is to be the natural, the human, the normal reaction to such treatment?! Is it to be “fight” or is it to be “leave”, or maybe both?! It is to be every individual’s choice to decide for themselves. Some will stay and do nothing, others will keep on fighting for their better future until they have strengths or have been devastated; others will decide to leave and protect their potential for more rational causes and results, or will do it to just try another salvation. It is all their right.
Besides all subjective and personal reasons, which are nobody else’s matter but persons’ themselves, there is a good amount of objective reasons for a civilized human to (want to) leave or to have wished to do it at least one time in their daily round. From these objectives, fundamental bases are missing in our reality, and this is quite a serious problem, not to say dangerous, when concerns a civilization. Beginning with the very first level, even before coming to the question of comfort, and in simple words, we lack security for our lives and we lack healthy environment for our well-being here. A long list of topics is ready to follow, and long topics themselves ready to be long discussed, so I shall only summarize the main keys.
There is no security for our health. There are serious problems and respectively lack of trust in the Health System generally, medical centers and care, hygiene and prevention, professionals, mentality, control and monitoring of these all. There is no security for our children (respectively for all of us in the same number having already been there), for our background and upbringing. The improper, archaic-modeled education and the wrong, malicious treatment, coming from our mentality, starting from the family and being further exercised in school, university, work, services, institutions, elsewhere in society, are the main factors that cause the social diseases, complexities, inferiority, ignorance, imposed fear, aggression, disrespect, self-disrespect… I call them “direct weapons for persons’ massive destruction” and they are. There is no security for our lives, interests and well-being. There is no effective control of crime, crime is widespread. There is no willing control of corruption, corruption is widespread. There are no adequate rules and monitoring over their observance, breaching of rules is widespread. Respectively, there is trust neither in police, nor in the legal institutions. We are not safe in our families, at home, in our neighbourhoods, anywhere in society, in our towns, in our streets, on our roads, on our common homeland; we are not protected in our own country. Sounds really scary so generalized, but if you stop at each of these points and try to figure an example, unfortunately you will be successful.
To those who still misbelieve that the state is not responsible and it is not its business (giving this improper situation a credit that way), the true answer is one, ON THE CONTRARY, IT IS. Health, education, children’s safety, people’s safety, law and order, security and protection are business of state. I am aware this problem has become tiresome of over-repeating; but what deserves reaction here and is responsible is not the repetitive statement of the fact but the prolonged existence of the same fact. On the other hand, it can be really tiresome as well when people say without a relevant point, “lets stop wanting and waiting from the state”. I understand what they mean, and I say to them, let us first separate the two things. In this topic we do not speak of our duties as members of the state, which we are responsible to execute, and we do or we do not execute. Here, we speak of the duties of state, and YES, this is exactly what we do (and need to do) as active members, we want (and need to want) from the state to execute its duties. This is why the state is for; it is its job which people assign to it and pay (taxes) for it (and to help it), and it is responsibility of the state to do it, and to do it well. It is the obliged in this case. The state is subject of its people, and not the people are servants of the state. Not in a democracy. In this thread of thoughts, if someone (something) does not do their job but take the money paid for it, then, either it is a stealing, or it is a question of discharge, or I should leave you for your uselessness.
It is mostly natural that people refuse to stay here because they feel and they are not protected in their own country, and the state (again, being its sole duty and responsibility) does not show a notion to care of changing this situation to better. If the state needs its people (and it cannot be otherwise in a democracy), it is its basic obligation to make them stay, and to do it not by force and/or manipulation but with civilized, human-oriented means; by establishing such conditions and services that they need and can feel satisfied with, then do even more to comfort them and raise their standard. Along with the question of moral norm and codex, that people have built the state to enjoy security and comfort, serviced and not granted by it, if a state does not care of its own people and act with cynicism, rage and malicious means towards them, the logic concludes, such a state cannot count on having a future.
So, you can go on in the same old manner but I do not care for your manipulation because I am a sober, conscious and tough-grounded person who is capable of seeing things clear and follows the true logic, not your evil-twisted one. You know I feel best where my roots are but my roots need fertile land to grow in or they get rotten otherwise. Therefore, it is the most essential point for my living and I have one way here. You have two choices. You can keep on telling me, “if you don’t like it, go away then”; but you can also try to hold me stay, to comfort me and make me feel a normal and respected human being, a person. Only then I shall re-think my decision to leave. You.
CLASS OF ’05
track >> PLAY
singer >> eric clapton
lyrics >> i shot the sheriff
There is wide spread manipulation here, extreme and one, I assume, on purpose that people who choose to emigrate from Bulgaria are close at being national traitors; they leave their country and turn their backs to their kindred. In the soft version, these are persons who give up easily the fight for their homeland. People…, wake up to your consciousness and stick to the logic and sober mind. Allow yourselves to see the others’ points of view, begin with this.
I begin with the first of all that every one of us is a free human being who has natural rights given by birth to possess their lives, to take care of them (or not) and to follow (or not) their well-being; and to do this to the point of not being obstructive to the rest who have the same rights (to execute their rights) without exception. In this thread of thoughts, every one of us have their personal right to (choose to) stay in their home country or leave for another; to stay and be happy here, to stay and be unhappy here, to live and find happiness abroad or to live there despite feeling unhappy. Nobody else have any right to judge others for what they choose is best for them and their own lives. (Well, of course, we are humans, we can have opinions; and do you see a difference between judging and having an opinion?!) Nobody and nothing; none of these, an outer person, a ‘sheriff’, the ‘deputy’, an institution or the state.
The next step is to explore the variety of views that exist and to seek for, to try to understand them in the place of judging. (When I myself learnt to do this I realized how many better and positive results it can lead me to.) Why people leave; why they need and wish to leave?! How do you think, have most of them not tried to find their places here, their purposes and reasons to stay?! Have they not made their best attempts to find solutions for the problems and resolve them?! What if their hard-trying have been paid zero attention; if their appeals have not been heard and even listened?! What if they have been directed but not replied as to persons?! How would you feel yourself if having been treated with disrespect?! What is to be the natural, the human, the normal reaction to such treatment?! Is it to be “fight” or is it to be “leave”, or maybe both?! It is to be every individual’s choice to decide for themselves. Some will stay and do nothing, others will keep on fighting for their better future until they have strengths or have been devastated; others will decide to leave and protect their potential for more rational causes and results, or will do it to just try another salvation. It is all their right.
Besides all subjective and personal reasons, which are nobody else’s matter but persons’ themselves, there is a good amount of objective reasons for a civilized human to (want to) leave or to have wished to do it at least one time in their daily round. From these objectives, fundamental bases are missing in our reality, and this is quite a serious problem, not to say dangerous, when concerns a civilization. Beginning with the very first level, even before coming to the question of comfort, and in simple words, we lack security for our lives and we lack healthy environment for our well-being here. A long list of topics is ready to follow, and long topics themselves ready to be long discussed, so I shall only summarize the main keys.
There is no security for our health. There are serious problems and respectively lack of trust in the Health System generally, medical centers and care, hygiene and prevention, professionals, mentality, control and monitoring of these all. There is no security for our children (respectively for all of us in the same number having already been there), for our background and upbringing. The improper, archaic-modeled education and the wrong, malicious treatment, coming from our mentality, starting from the family and being further exercised in school, university, work, services, institutions, elsewhere in society, are the main factors that cause the social diseases, complexities, inferiority, ignorance, imposed fear, aggression, disrespect, self-disrespect… I call them “direct weapons for persons’ massive destruction” and they are. There is no security for our lives, interests and well-being. There is no effective control of crime, crime is widespread. There is no willing control of corruption, corruption is widespread. There are no adequate rules and monitoring over their observance, breaching of rules is widespread. Respectively, there is trust neither in police, nor in the legal institutions. We are not safe in our families, at home, in our neighbourhoods, anywhere in society, in our towns, in our streets, on our roads, on our common homeland; we are not protected in our own country. Sounds really scary so generalized, but if you stop at each of these points and try to figure an example, unfortunately you will be successful.
To those who still misbelieve that the state is not responsible and it is not its business (giving this improper situation a credit that way), the true answer is one, ON THE CONTRARY, IT IS. Health, education, children’s safety, people’s safety, law and order, security and protection are business of state. I am aware this problem has become tiresome of over-repeating; but what deserves reaction here and is responsible is not the repetitive statement of the fact but the prolonged existence of the same fact. On the other hand, it can be really tiresome as well when people say without a relevant point, “lets stop wanting and waiting from the state”. I understand what they mean, and I say to them, let us first separate the two things. In this topic we do not speak of our duties as members of the state, which we are responsible to execute, and we do or we do not execute. Here, we speak of the duties of state, and YES, this is exactly what we do (and need to do) as active members, we want (and need to want) from the state to execute its duties. This is why the state is for; it is its job which people assign to it and pay (taxes) for it (and to help it), and it is responsibility of the state to do it, and to do it well. It is the obliged in this case. The state is subject of its people, and not the people are servants of the state. Not in a democracy. In this thread of thoughts, if someone (something) does not do their job but take the money paid for it, then, either it is a stealing, or it is a question of discharge, or I should leave you for your uselessness.
It is mostly natural that people refuse to stay here because they feel and they are not protected in their own country, and the state (again, being its sole duty and responsibility) does not show a notion to care of changing this situation to better. If the state needs its people (and it cannot be otherwise in a democracy), it is its basic obligation to make them stay, and to do it not by force and/or manipulation but with civilized, human-oriented means; by establishing such conditions and services that they need and can feel satisfied with, then do even more to comfort them and raise their standard. Along with the question of moral norm and codex, that people have built the state to enjoy security and comfort, serviced and not granted by it, if a state does not care of its own people and act with cynicism, rage and malicious means towards them, the logic concludes, such a state cannot count on having a future.
So, you can go on in the same old manner but I do not care for your manipulation because I am a sober, conscious and tough-grounded person who is capable of seeing things clear and follows the true logic, not your evil-twisted one. You know I feel best where my roots are but my roots need fertile land to grow in or they get rotten otherwise. Therefore, it is the most essential point for my living and I have one way here. You have two choices. You can keep on telling me, “if you don’t like it, go away then”; but you can also try to hold me stay, to comfort me and make me feel a normal and respected human being, a person. Only then I shall re-think my decision to leave. You.
Back to the Jungle?! Rather not
Though I have just returned from a long ramble, I taste the irresistible need to fly away again. Again, and right in the instant. I cannot feel my place here. Not anymore. I am a foreigner on my own homeland. Yet, it is not the land that estranges me. These are the people, the state and society. I feel a loner among my own people. Blame me, I know you can, and should I expect anything different in the place of your reaction?! I shall not. Blame me, if you wish, but I shall not care. Not anymore. I am already a stranger, belonging to a disparate world of ideals and humans.
I am the stranger, far away from you, sober and conscious, I am not turning back.
We used to have our common world together until the two halves alienated. Two trails that lost their common path and parted long ago. My trail used to approach faster, and your trail never got the initial motive to leave the zero point. You never had the true motive for moving forward. What you did this entire time was leaning your motion on my inertia and slowing me down. Not anymore. I have changed for better, and you stayed still. After all, I am sure to find you at the same place ever I want to seek back for you. However, I shall not. For, I am not turning back.
I have walked a long path and I have learnt my lessons; tore out pails of shoes, fell down stumbled innumerable times and found the strengths to stand up again and step on, move forward. Then, at the end of the hard rambling, I reached the door of my civilization and opened it in. No exit back is what I desire.
I have outlived alternation, and nothing can be the same as before.
If I succeeded to go through all that I did in the meanwhile, you were the one choosing to stay at the permanent point of your barbarity. The only one of two.
Yes, you are the one to choose my departure, to let my walk turn into a leaving. For, if you ever wanted me here, you should have made me stay. You would have helped me find my sense and happiness with you; you would have wanted to understand me, less, you would just ask me, “why do you feel the way you do”, in the place of, “well, if you don’t like it, go away then”…
And here I am now, at the crossroad, thinking of flying away and you come to only offer me the jungle…
CLASS OF ’04
track >> PLAY
band >> guns n’ roses
lyrics >> welcome to the jungle
You better not!! A human is not staying in the jungle when having known civilization. It is against the human nature. In their instincts as well as in their consciousness people need to feel secure, seek for happiness and comfort. That is why they build homes, families in their homes, societies around them and states protecting all. They call these – civilization. And when civilization comes to turn into a jungle, spoils, rots, ruins, fades away, it is human to react, get tired and want another change, improvement. People will step on and approach to their balance. They would rather turn around and forward to a settled village or find escape into a sheltered hut in the green… Turning back to the jungle, they will rather not.
If we do not react against our staying in the jungle, have we remained humans then?!
I am the stranger, far away from you, sober and conscious, I am not turning back.
We used to have our common world together until the two halves alienated. Two trails that lost their common path and parted long ago. My trail used to approach faster, and your trail never got the initial motive to leave the zero point. You never had the true motive for moving forward. What you did this entire time was leaning your motion on my inertia and slowing me down. Not anymore. I have changed for better, and you stayed still. After all, I am sure to find you at the same place ever I want to seek back for you. However, I shall not. For, I am not turning back.
I have walked a long path and I have learnt my lessons; tore out pails of shoes, fell down stumbled innumerable times and found the strengths to stand up again and step on, move forward. Then, at the end of the hard rambling, I reached the door of my civilization and opened it in. No exit back is what I desire.
I have outlived alternation, and nothing can be the same as before.
If I succeeded to go through all that I did in the meanwhile, you were the one choosing to stay at the permanent point of your barbarity. The only one of two.
Yes, you are the one to choose my departure, to let my walk turn into a leaving. For, if you ever wanted me here, you should have made me stay. You would have helped me find my sense and happiness with you; you would have wanted to understand me, less, you would just ask me, “why do you feel the way you do”, in the place of, “well, if you don’t like it, go away then”…
And here I am now, at the crossroad, thinking of flying away and you come to only offer me the jungle…
CLASS OF ’04
track >> PLAY
band >> guns n’ roses
lyrics >> welcome to the jungle
You better not!! A human is not staying in the jungle when having known civilization. It is against the human nature. In their instincts as well as in their consciousness people need to feel secure, seek for happiness and comfort. That is why they build homes, families in their homes, societies around them and states protecting all. They call these – civilization. And when civilization comes to turn into a jungle, spoils, rots, ruins, fades away, it is human to react, get tired and want another change, improvement. People will step on and approach to their balance. They would rather turn around and forward to a settled village or find escape into a sheltered hut in the green… Turning back to the jungle, they will rather not.
If we do not react against our staying in the jungle, have we remained humans then?!
Travel in Times of Trouble
The sun has been bizarre these days. Was it due to the serial portion of huge stress I have undergone recently or it was just the air pressure, or because of nature of the season I shall not know, but the sun has been bizarre these days.
Fragments of pavement is what I remember from my latest walks around the neighborhood. Fragments of pavement that speed up under my feet likewise the highway band slips into the wheels of the automobiles just to disappear somewhere behind them in lost away swirls. Right in such odd movement, I remember these pieces of sidewalk lately. Strange pieces, speeding up and upper under my feet. Odd, a little bit insane I would even think.
Yet, there have been their silver faces more peculiar of all. Just too harsh reflections of the sunlight right into my eyes. Have I ever seen concrete to shine so bright?! Were they touched by recent rain?! Washed?! Were they washed away?! I try to penetrate deeper but cannot see under their shields. My sight only slides along the surface with fired ice-skates. More I stare at them greater the speed of my pupils dilating. Mirrors of pavement that attract everything in their black holes, dazing me blind.
That same light, mirrored on the pavement surfaces before my eyes, reminds me of Spain; its sun so bright that it comes to taste cold and crystal. Odd, but if you breathe it, you can feel the serene freshness. There is a lovely song that stirs out of my archived sentiments, catalyzed by the bizarre picture and that I am going to share with you now.
CLASS OF ’03
track >> PLAY
band >> the doors
lyrics >> spanish caravan
Hum… I have not thought to second The Doors in my classes so quickly but it is the nature of things to come along all naturally. Moreover, as I am being on a trip these days, well not to Iberia but to some other magic coastal lands in Montenegro and Croatia, and sea is my beloved companion, I think this song is the one to reflect the whole atmosphere. Because it is all and all a feeling, the human saving instinct to sink into the irrational when everything else becomes so intense to be possible to bear on a practical basis. Movement is the power to dilute suspense. In times of trouble, the internal call is, travel.
Fragments of pavement is what I remember from my latest walks around the neighborhood. Fragments of pavement that speed up under my feet likewise the highway band slips into the wheels of the automobiles just to disappear somewhere behind them in lost away swirls. Right in such odd movement, I remember these pieces of sidewalk lately. Strange pieces, speeding up and upper under my feet. Odd, a little bit insane I would even think.
Yet, there have been their silver faces more peculiar of all. Just too harsh reflections of the sunlight right into my eyes. Have I ever seen concrete to shine so bright?! Were they touched by recent rain?! Washed?! Were they washed away?! I try to penetrate deeper but cannot see under their shields. My sight only slides along the surface with fired ice-skates. More I stare at them greater the speed of my pupils dilating. Mirrors of pavement that attract everything in their black holes, dazing me blind.
That same light, mirrored on the pavement surfaces before my eyes, reminds me of Spain; its sun so bright that it comes to taste cold and crystal. Odd, but if you breathe it, you can feel the serene freshness. There is a lovely song that stirs out of my archived sentiments, catalyzed by the bizarre picture and that I am going to share with you now.
CLASS OF ’03
track >> PLAY
band >> the doors
lyrics >> spanish caravan
Hum… I have not thought to second The Doors in my classes so quickly but it is the nature of things to come along all naturally. Moreover, as I am being on a trip these days, well not to Iberia but to some other magic coastal lands in Montenegro and Croatia, and sea is my beloved companion, I think this song is the one to reflect the whole atmosphere. Because it is all and all a feeling, the human saving instinct to sink into the irrational when everything else becomes so intense to be possible to bear on a practical basis. Movement is the power to dilute suspense. In times of trouble, the internal call is, travel.
Rain when He Dies, Rain when She Lives, Rain when He Gets Born Again
It was April 20 when I wrote the draft of my Wednesday’s presentation, the Holy Monday of Orthodox Easter with all the Christians’ joy and glory that our God’s Resurrection had brought among us and within our hearts. It coincided with another date of our history; an event of smaller, human, scale happened to a man and special to just a part of humankind, yet sad to those us all. That day they had found him dead lying in his condo. If I had been unsure what theme to choose for my usual today’s classes, the answer came alone, natural and convincing.
CLASS OF ’02
track >> PLAY
band >> alice in chains
lyrics >> rain when i die
Raining now. It is. I am sitting on the wooden floor nearby the open door of my terrace, at the edge between the in and out of my place, and my look stared down the crown of the yard tree picking up romance of spring. Anytime it would rain on a day like this, I would remember those few stanzas of Sappho’s piece of poetry.
By the cool water the breeze murmurs, rustling
Through apple branches, while from quivering leaves
Streams down deep slumber.
Beautiful words, they carry the poetry of my inside. The person who loves rain and the peace it carries, this is me. I remember to have loved rainy days all my life. They coincide with my internal harmony and nature of romance and melancholy. I can sit alone somewhere staring at the drops with hours. Somewhere in open, in touch with them, breathing their wet freshness with full lunges; or huddled in bed under my covers, listening to their sound of fairy. I would ever prefer the storms of nature to the burdens of this troubled world of humans. I have felt the warmth of greenery and safety in the clouded skies rather than I have ever found a man’s shelter from it all. Yet, I wait.
It is so often and it is so hard to hide from men urging to grasp you away from your peace. Seems one part of the humankind is born to obstruct the other from achieving their internal harmony and enjoying a common world of understanding. And this is how it is going to be until the end of the world; the eternal fight of good and bad cycling inside ourselves, and then again between us and the rest. Some will be born to follow steps of God and others, to create saints and martyrs from the first. Some will throw stones all their lifetimes, and will only love when they kill. In the end, as in the beginning, we all stay children of God for love is given equal for all.
CLASS OF ’02
track >> PLAY
band >> alice in chains
lyrics >> rain when i die
Raining now. It is. I am sitting on the wooden floor nearby the open door of my terrace, at the edge between the in and out of my place, and my look stared down the crown of the yard tree picking up romance of spring. Anytime it would rain on a day like this, I would remember those few stanzas of Sappho’s piece of poetry.
By the cool water the breeze murmurs, rustling
Through apple branches, while from quivering leaves
Streams down deep slumber.
Beautiful words, they carry the poetry of my inside. The person who loves rain and the peace it carries, this is me. I remember to have loved rainy days all my life. They coincide with my internal harmony and nature of romance and melancholy. I can sit alone somewhere staring at the drops with hours. Somewhere in open, in touch with them, breathing their wet freshness with full lunges; or huddled in bed under my covers, listening to their sound of fairy. I would ever prefer the storms of nature to the burdens of this troubled world of humans. I have felt the warmth of greenery and safety in the clouded skies rather than I have ever found a man’s shelter from it all. Yet, I wait.
It is so often and it is so hard to hide from men urging to grasp you away from your peace. Seems one part of the humankind is born to obstruct the other from achieving their internal harmony and enjoying a common world of understanding. And this is how it is going to be until the end of the world; the eternal fight of good and bad cycling inside ourselves, and then again between us and the rest. Some will be born to follow steps of God and others, to create saints and martyrs from the first. Some will throw stones all their lifetimes, and will only love when they kill. In the end, as in the beginning, we all stay children of God for love is given equal for all.
Another Way to Say Hello
This is the very start of my column here where I am going to write about music and its wholesome reflection on my world. I named it The Old School Classes because I shall scribe there about rock, and roll, and the music in general but mostly from the legendary times behind us, and I shall do it along with the feelings, pictures and ideas it stirrs out of my inner self. Music has ever had an essential impact on my life, thoughts and actions as it is so likely to be. I owe this affection, and particularly the one to rock music, to my Dad who is a keen lover and has been such long before me. I believe what I like to say that, Rock is in my genes because at the beginning it was in my Dad’s heart, and it is my true story itself. I have wonderful memories dating from the earliest days of my childhood connected with my Dad and his music. Most surely, I am going to share them on.
The two queenies-twinnies, the Black Queen and Ме, have decided to start our mutual project with blogging on music. She has her Lyrics of the Week running from quite a long time and I have ever wanted to do my own scribbles on the theme, so here we are now forwarding our dreams into real. You will come to see our Yin-Yang similarities as well as the differences with the reading, and I so very much hope you will enjoy the magic of it all. Now on to the classes. Because it is the very first one of them I offer simple inquiry form of introducing.
CLASS OF ’01
track >> PLAY
band >> the doors
lyrics >> hello, i love you
why this song: I have just wished to say hello for it is my very first posting here and I have chosen this old way of mine I used to practise when I was a teen, expressing myself with the lyrics of my favourite songs.
why this band: Because, The Doors is one of my greatest bands ever, one in my top list for lifetime and my first cherished acquaintance with the world of music, in the spirit of getting in touch to the ideas it expresses and provokes rather than the tunes themselves, the music self-chosen and self-recognised.
when was that: Back in the beginning of 90s, my very first years in the English Language School. It was during the time of grunge, its mainstream era worldwide, and in the local aspect these were the very first years of democracy, sacred years with the communism just knocked down, years of anarchy and chaos mixed with the sincere hopes of people for their better future and the feeling of freedom so unknown to us until the moment. These years of grunge coincided with a local tendency among the youths then (well we are still the same youths), a peculiar renaissance of the idea of Hippies. I was one of them, these alternatives in times of alternatives who would rather weep for Jim Morrison than for Kurt Cobain. But this is me, a natural born alternative.
yet, why these exact lyrics: For two reasons. First, they praise a girl who walks with the feeling, or at least impression, that she has something unique and special inside distinguishing her before the crowd, making her look different, a queen, the Queen of the Angels. Well, I see that girl in me, I have ever carried this unconscious sensation inside. The lyrics also remind me of a story from the same years, unshared love of mine to an artist. I have ever craved to be of less frames and so be able to walk across toward the boy and sing this song to him in the place of “Hello”; to do it the same way Jim Morrison had done. I never did those days but the dream has not slept away and I am doing it right now.
The two queenies-twinnies, the Black Queen and Ме, have decided to start our mutual project with blogging on music. She has her Lyrics of the Week running from quite a long time and I have ever wanted to do my own scribbles on the theme, so here we are now forwarding our dreams into real. You will come to see our Yin-Yang similarities as well as the differences with the reading, and I so very much hope you will enjoy the magic of it all. Now on to the classes. Because it is the very first one of them I offer simple inquiry form of introducing.
CLASS OF ’01
track >> PLAY
band >> the doors
lyrics >> hello, i love you
why this song: I have just wished to say hello for it is my very first posting here and I have chosen this old way of mine I used to practise when I was a teen, expressing myself with the lyrics of my favourite songs.
why this band: Because, The Doors is one of my greatest bands ever, one in my top list for lifetime and my first cherished acquaintance with the world of music, in the spirit of getting in touch to the ideas it expresses and provokes rather than the tunes themselves, the music self-chosen and self-recognised.
when was that: Back in the beginning of 90s, my very first years in the English Language School. It was during the time of grunge, its mainstream era worldwide, and in the local aspect these were the very first years of democracy, sacred years with the communism just knocked down, years of anarchy and chaos mixed with the sincere hopes of people for their better future and the feeling of freedom so unknown to us until the moment. These years of grunge coincided with a local tendency among the youths then (well we are still the same youths), a peculiar renaissance of the idea of Hippies. I was one of them, these alternatives in times of alternatives who would rather weep for Jim Morrison than for Kurt Cobain. But this is me, a natural born alternative.
yet, why these exact lyrics: For two reasons. First, they praise a girl who walks with the feeling, or at least impression, that she has something unique and special inside distinguishing her before the crowd, making her look different, a queen, the Queen of the Angels. Well, I see that girl in me, I have ever carried this unconscious sensation inside. The lyrics also remind me of a story from the same years, unshared love of mine to an artist. I have ever craved to be of less frames and so be able to walk across toward the boy and sing this song to him in the place of “Hello”; to do it the same way Jim Morrison had done. I never did those days but the dream has not slept away and I am doing it right now.
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