Sisyphus, you Serb!
aphorism by Ninus Nestorovic, translated by Dijana Zdravkovic
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Stone Of Sisyphus *
Tomorrow is teasing me.
Time seems to run away from the future.
But this could be that lucky day.
A dream is make believe until
Blood, sweat, and tears turn pain to will.
It's gonna take some doing for me
To show them the way.
I'm gonna take the stone of sisyphus
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
Building a wall of stone.
Sometimes you know what's right
Sometimes wrong is better than nothing.
They cast a stone so heavy to turn.
I believe in a love so true.
I believe you get what's coming to you.
We get so tired of living a dream
For some other day.
I'm gonna take the stone of sisyphus
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
Wall of stone around the two of us.
That only angels can break through.
Looks like it's another of those long nights.
Will we always be alone?
Let's not stop before it's done.
I'm gonna take the stone of sisyphus
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
I'll take the stone of sisyphus.
Wall of stone round the two of us.
I'm gonna roll it back to you.
song performed by by Chicago
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The Stone Of Sisyphus
Tomorrow is teasing me.
Time seems to run away from the future.
But this could be that lucky day.
A dream is make believe until
Blood, sweat, and tears turn pain to will.
Its gonna take some doing for me
To show them the way.
Im gonna take the stone of sisyphus
Im gonna roll it back to you.
Building a wall of stone.
Sometimes you know whats right
Sometimes wrong is better than nothing.
They cast a stone so heavy to turn.
I believe in a love so true.
I believe you get whats coming to you.
We get so tired of living a dream
For some other day.
Im gonna take the stone of sisyphus
Im gonna roll it back to you.
Wall of stone around the two of us.
That only angels can break through.
Looks like its another of those long nights.
Will we always be alone?
Lets not stop before its done.
Im gonna take the stone of sisyphus
Im gonna roll it back to you.
Ill take the stone of sisyphus.
Wall of stone round the two of us.
Im gonna roll it back to you.
song performed by by Chicago
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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After The Day's Work Is Done
tired and disappointed
another day's work is unfinished
i look up the sky
seeing dark clouds
i look towards the sea
fading
the sun a glowing disc
falling into the dark line
of the horizon
unfinished business again,
ah, i still have enough reason to live
for another day
sisyphus! sisyphus!
how true can you be
in me...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thank god my wife is neither a Serb nor a Jew.
quote by Franjo Tudjman
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Sisyphus
Caissons, the endless march
Wheels of Sisyphus
The ancient serpent writhes
Eminence illusion of anthropology
No movements seem to last
No God on our side
No sectarian temple
We are pulled inward
We await the seventh day
Today the boughs stretch like kings
Bliss transcends all politics
Serene wings of balance
Let them roll their rocks up hills
Glorious blue thrives
Edifice of stars
Hope
Sisyphus is the world
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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There's probably one more story about Bosnia that I'd like to do, because I spent a fair amount of time on the Serb side of the lines, which isn't apparent in the other books.
Sisyphus My Friend
sisyphus my friend
what rock shall we roll
tonight
on this hilltop?
tell me, what size of rock
fits my size today,
i am big and my shoulders are broad
i have a happy disposition
i am used to all these
burdens and they all seem the same to me
i get used to rolling rocks
and i like them all
they all feel the same to me
you see, my friend,
nothing is heavy now
nothing hurts
nothing is worth thinking
nothing is worth complaining
i like everything
i like all these burdens
everything is a play now
a game
a gimmickry, a role playing, a sham,
and i am so shocked
why they write about us
why they think
we are stupid, dumb, and so unjust
come my friend
let us be as absurd as ever
come my friend
let us be great
let us carve our names in stone
twin sisyphus, the confused,
yet, still so strong...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pa pa discourse
And now I bet
my stat be swept
by a bitman's cat
lol lol lol lol lol
this institution is
under the protection
of Dr House
direct
my stat on his doormat
dormant sleeping
good I ain't no statis
good they got no situation of
pa pa pa ranoia
'no more no more no more no more'
Note:
Pa pa-Serb. Bye bye
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
quote by Albert Camus
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Still, Sisyphus is contented. The stone will roll back down the slope by itself.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Taknuto maknuto?
One cannot take the words back
especially if you experience
punishment by silence
Taknuto maknuto?
Note: Taknuto maknuto (Serb) can't take it back
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
quote by Albert Camus
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The European Bin Laden!
After sixteen years Bosnian Serb General Ratco Mladic was hauled into Courtroom to face charges of ordering torture, rape and the slaughter of 8,000 Muslim Men & Boys in the Bosnian town of Srebernica in 1995.
-News-
O 2011! The year is not good for killers, dictators, liars & etc.,
Luckily he's caught alive to see the Hague
Otherwise he could have gone to a sea bed?
*Buddha said; 'There's no place to hide in the Sky, Earth, Sea or elsewhere for his Karma that chase behind him.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Law Classes
when the semester opens
i usually create a bing bang to those who come
wanting to be lawyers, telling them that the
study of law is not that easy, in fact,
an eternal damnation,
for laws are made by man and man
changes laws everytime he wants to sneeze.
and they think i am bluffing testing their capacity
for endurance, like Louise, i tell them the story
of sisyphus,
how he pushes the stone
meaninglessly
on top of the mountain, and repeats the acts
with diligent efforts,
though there seems to be
no reward at the end,
but how can they ever believe me
when lawyers at every bend
ride in flashy cars and
live in luxury
smoke the best cigars
and take most of the money
well respected in the highest
echelons of political society,
and i tell then again
to do their best, whatever that be,
when the class is dismissed,
they all laugh & tell themselves
what is there in law
that should consume them,
when laws are not really well studied or applied and
only ten percent
shall be faithfully used
or followed at the end,
to succeed,
they say,
law is set aside,
what challenges them more
perhaps
is the subtle art of lying,
without blinking an eye
for truth, a kind of
projection,
image packaging,
psywars,
knowing the gods,
the art of pulling stings
and fidelity
to networks
pointing
where Zeus lives,
and knowing fully well
what thunderbolts to use,
integrity? principle?
honesty?
they all laugh again,
you cannot eat them
just lick them.
and so, i tell them again next meeting, that
sisyphus
is nothing but just a myth, forget it,
meanwhile
the oral recitation shall start
and there they are
their heads fuming
like mad
monsters..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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TO DR. p
Sisyphus my friend
what rock shall we roll
tonight
on this hilltop?
tell me, what size of rock
fits my size today,
i am big and my shoulders are broad
i have a happy disposition
i am used to all these
burdens and they all seem the same to me
i get used to rolling rocks
and i like them all
they all feel the same to me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Foolish
You are foolish with your art
It is killing you slowly day by day
You do not even have time
To wash your face or clean
Your ears, the earwax
Makes you deaf and you
No longer hears your rhythm
You write poems, you keep on
Writing poems. And what do
You get in return? Nothing.
You are helplessly poetic
Best friend of Sisyphus.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Arthur Mcewen
Posterity with all its eyes
Will come and view him where he lies.
Then, turning from the scene away
With a concerted shrug, will say:
'H'm, Scarabaeus Sisyphus
What interest has that to us?
We can't admire at all, at all,
A tumble-bug without its ball.'
And then a sage will rise and say:
'Good friends, you err-turn back, I pray:
This freak that you unwisely shun
Is bug and ball rolled into one.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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After The Work Is Done
after the work is done
what will you do next?
take a rest you cannot
sit and sip your tea
you still cannot
you are simply not
comfortable not having
any work at all
your hands tremble
without anything to do
you panic on this state
of uselessness
you become confused
in emptiness with
nothing to do
so after the work is done
you look for more work
again, for they must not
forget you,
your name had always
been
Sisyphus, a convict
of the gods, eternally
damned to be always
on the go
and stopping is simply
not possible..............
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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These Little Poems Are All I Can Write Now
THESE LITTLE POEMS ARE ALL I CAN WRITE NOW
These little poems are all I can write now
The rest is gone.
But these poems too question themselves
Doubt their own value and reality.
After such a long road
I am still uncertain.
Nothing I have done
Resonates with recognition of its worth.
Old and alone still
I write on.
Sisyphus had a rock
Which grew so heavy with the years
He could barely begin
To roll it up the hill again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Inside Your Great Self....
all she had to do was
write about a leaf, or a bird perching
one rainy upon a grain
of wheat,
voila! she is great
just like the way Picasso uses only two lines
to draw a breast of a feeding woman
how foolish can you be
searching for the golden ant with silver wings
trying to please them
with it
all toil, suffering yourself like
a Sisyphus,
you are still nothing
trying hard, copycat
forget about it, junk them
discover the great self within you
believe, Shakespeare is
a slave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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