Thursday, April 21, 2011

some of the best Scandinavian music








Sunday, April 17, 2011

rough translation of Sunday plays

tapping the keyboard as if playing with piano
seeking for the right keynotes to the shed called life
keys are pressing hard words onto my fingers
i do NOt like those cold mores
when forced to think, to create
error in spontaneity. you say.
when sitting on a tree-branch, good.
to bes saying. you say me-unknown keynotes.
approach me. we' ll play the notes of harmony
without fear of chaos, full dusk,
sad full moons. Sky.
There everything is written by us,
when looking above and it resists.
That' s when, even those full moons miss their voice
Take me. To them. To heights.
I' ll sink into your voice, swallowing myself.
I will roll as a bundle of wet yarn
creating traces behind you. As in that sky.
we'll find us there.

nedeľné slovné po-hrátky

ťukám do klávesnice akoby som sa hrala s klavírom
hľadám správne noty k dielni môjho života
klávesy mi tlačia na prsty slová
nemám rada takéto chladné móresy
keď ma nútia niečo myslieť, tvoriť
chyba v spontaneite. ty vravíš.
keď si sedíš na konári, dobre sa ti.
vraví. vravíš noty mnou nepoznané.
poďme sa priblížiť. hrajme noty súladu.
nebojme sa chaosu, úplného súmraku,
smutných mesačných splnov. Nebo.
Tam je všetko vpísané pomocou nás,
keď hľadíme do výšin a ono sa vzpiera.
To vtedy, ani mesačné splny nemajú hlas.
Chyť ma. Vezmi ma k nim. Výšinám,
do hlasu sa Ti ponorím, prehltnem sa celá.
Budem sa kotúlať ako vlnko mokrej priadze
tvoriť stopy za Tebou. A to v tom nebi.
Tam nájdeme sa.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


ráno ráno nedeľné
ponáram sa v tebe
v sebe teba hľadám
noci prebdené

So I have left Italy, the place of certainty, the throne of promised success for plate of uncertainty and void. This is how it may seem. However, I have been experiencing quite the opposite feeling and here the cognitive dissonance plays role. We not only cannot identify our emotional states with the rational hypotheses tinkering with our brain, but it might be counterproductive to do so. Sometimes you just cannot convince yourself to be following the easy path to success, to blindly chase what seems to be rational, logical, desired by society, accepted by your social environment. Sometimes you just have to embrace your emotions and intuitions fully {here I accept Damasio' s idea of somatic markers, positing the intuition or gut feeling being emotions re-occurring in association with a specific decision-making process), and listen to them, let them go as they want and do not dwell on what is rational even at the expense of being misunderstood by your social surrounding. Sometimes you must let it go, sit down, drink a foamy cup of cappuccino, look out of the window, watch birds and watch their feathers fall as the thoughts you had when everything seems so different.