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#16 DEJO.28

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Posted 27 November 2007 - 22:52

Pa, vi ste izgleda imali sreće, bar što se vijenca tiče!

OnTheEdge, ako ne možeš da veruješ ok, tvoje mišljenje, tvoja stvar! Svaka pomoć je dragocena, ako imaš neki link zašto ga ne postaviš? Ako ne možeš da pomogneš to je opet ok, ali nemoj napadati sve oko sebe!
Nemoj biti u blizini stvari koje te iritiraju, to ti prijateljski savet!

Hvala svima koji me NE OSUĐUJU! :rolleyes:

Edited by DEJO.28, 27 November 2007 - 23:06.


#17 FranziskaKafka

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Posted 04 December 2007 - 21:40

Ima ovde nekih lektira. :rolleyes: (Ali nema Gorskog vijenca...)
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U skolama je katastrofa s tim lektirama. Deca toliko slabo citaju, narocito u srednjim skolama, da profesori zadaju cak samo jedan DEO knjige (!) za lektiru! :huh: Toga nikad nije bilo, a upravo zato ima i onih koji smatraju da je bolje da djaci procitaju makar i "prepricanu lektiru" nego nista...
Uzas. Na kakve niske grane spadosmo.
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#18 DEJO.28

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Posted 05 December 2007 - 21:44

Hvala, ali još malo pa sam završio! Drago mi je da još ima dobrih ljudi! :rolleyes:

P.S. NIKO MI NIJE POMOGAO!

#19 Posthuman17

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Posted 06 December 2007 - 18:15

P.S. NIKO MI NIJE POMOGAO!



E,baš mi je žao,stavarno.Ali šta si i očekivao,većina nas je to prošla odavno (i ja se već ne sećam),a i nema kod nas ko na nekim sajtovima na engleskom "prepričano " delo ili pak izdetaljisano i obrađeno.
Eh sećam se da sam,u srednjoj,i ja radila većinu dela tako..
Anyways,nadam se da ćeš dobro uraditi,SAM :rolleyes:

#20 Mioba

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Posted 06 December 2007 - 19:00

nadam se da cu ja bolje proci od deje.28 :rolleyes:

zna li ko kako je na srpski prevedena William Blake's "Love to Faults"?
(naslov dovoljan - a godinu izdanja, i ime prevodioca, bilo bi bas fino znati, al ne mora...)

#21 DEJO.28

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Posted 07 December 2007 - 23:12

Ma, nema veze. Ja sam to pitao čisto onako - bolje pitati nego skitati! U svakom slučaju, hvala svima koji su me barem razumeli!

Mioba, želim ti svu sreću u potrazi!

#22 DJ_Vasa

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Posted 09 December 2007 - 03:32

nadam se da cu ja bolje proci od deje.28 :rolleyes:

zna li ko kako je na srpski prevedena William Blake's "Love to Faults"?
(naslov dovoljan - a godinu izdanja, i ime prevodioca, bilo bi bas fino znati, al ne mora...)

Ne znam konkretno za taj naslov, ali znam da je Plato ove godine izdao neku njegovu zbirku, pa možeš proveriti. Skokni i na COBISS, mada ćeš tamo naći samo naslove zbirki. Nešto njegovih pesama ima i u Antologiji engleske romantičarske poezije Ranke Kuić. Osim prepeva, ova knjiga daje paralelno i tekst na engleskom (koji je uvek bolji i od najboljeg prepeva), ali ove pesme u njoj, nažalost, nema.

#23 dare...

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Posted 09 December 2007 - 08:24

Da li neko može da mi dostavi detaljan pregled Gorskog vijenca - tumačenje stihova, svu simboliku dela! Ako je tako nešto moguće ovde ostavite poruku, pa ćemo stupiti u kontakt. Što pre to bolje!
Unapred hvala! :rolleyes:


Nezgodno brate što Gorski Vijenac ne može da se uzme iz Žabca (video kluba)...

Elem, moje ćere srednjoškolke to ovako rade:

Ukucaju u Google Gorski Vijenac (ili Venac) i svaki put još po jednu ključnu reč. Recimo analiza, simbolika, tumačenje stihova, ideja, poruka i slično...

I onda trebe ono što ispadne, dok ne nađu što im je od pomoći i ne slože same priču...

To ti je otprilike to! :huh:

#24 DEJO.28

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Posted 09 December 2007 - 19:56

Nezgodno brate što Gorski Vijenac ne može da se uzme iz Žabca (video kluba)...

Elem, moje ćere srednjoškolke to ovako rade:

Ukucaju u Google Gorski Vijenac (ili Venac) i svaki put još po jednu ključnu reč. Recimo analiza, simbolika, tumačenje stihova, ideja, poruka i slično...

I onda trebe ono što ispadne, dok ne nađu što im je od pomoći i ne slože same priču...

To ti je otprilike to! :rolleyes:


Prvo sam to probao pa sam došao ovde! Ma, nema veze, sve je već završeno, samo još da dočeka svetlost dana, tj. da se prikaže u užoj javnosti!

I još nešto, već se snima film, mislim da je pri kraju, a ako ne, onda je snimanje već završeno!

#25 KristinaS

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Posted 12 January 2008 - 23:47

Imam jedno pitanje, možda nisam potrefila topik, ali čini mi se da je ovde prikladno da se obratim za pomoć, tiče se književnosti. :rolleyes:
Elem, već duže vreme tragam za rečima pesme ''Ženidba'' - Gregory Corso
Ako neko može da ih ispiše ovde ili na da li volite poeziju bila bih više nego zahvalna :huh:

#26 quentin

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Posted 13 January 2008 - 23:29

Imam jedno pitanje, možda nisam potrefila topik, ali čini mi se da je ovde prikladno da se obratim za pomoć, tiče se književnosti. :rolleyes:
Elem, već duže vreme tragam za rečima pesme ''Ženidba'' - Gregory Corso
Ako neko može da ih ispiše ovde ili na da li volite poeziju bila bih više nego zahvalna :huh:


Marriage

Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky--

When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where's the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap--
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?
Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter
but we're gaining a son--
And should I then ask Where's the bathroom?

O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just waiting to get at the drinks and food--
And the priest! He looking at me if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on--

then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
The winking bellboy knowing
Everybody knowing! I'd be almost inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climatic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of
bigamy a saint of divorce--

But I should get married I should be good
How nice it'd be to come home to her
and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
aproned young and lovely wanting by baby
and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--

Yet if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow
and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear not Roman coin soup--
O what would that be like!
Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
For a rattle bag of broken Bach records
Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon

No, I doubt I'd be that kind of father
not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses of the 18th century
all wanting to come in and watch TV
The landlord wants his rent
Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
Impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking--
No! I should not get married and I should never get married!
But--imagine if I were to marry a beautiful sophisticated woman
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand and highball in the other
and we lived high up a penthouse with a huge window
from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
No I can't imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream--

O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
it's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes--
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there maybe a girl now but she's already married
And I don't like men and--
but there's got to be somebody!
Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married,
all alone in furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All in the universe married but me!

Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible--
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so I wait--bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

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#27 Schrodinger

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Posted 14 January 2008 - 02:03

Ovo je jedan od primera kada mod NE TREBA da intervenise - jer je ponavljanje naprosto LEPO! :huh:

Inace, Greg Corzo je bio veliki car, kao i svi njegovi ortaci iz beat ekipe genijalnog (i kod nas gotovo potpuno neprevedenog) WSBurroughsa. Hmmmm, mislim da cu da otvorim topik o njemu, samo kad zavrsim ponovno citanje "The Western Lands"... :rolleyes:

#28 KristinaS

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Posted 14 January 2008 - 21:30

Marriage

Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky--

When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where's the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap--
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?
Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter
but we're gaining a son--
And should I then ask Where's the bathroom?

O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just waiting to get at the drinks and food--
And the priest! He looking at me if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on--

then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
The winking bellboy knowing
Everybody knowing! I'd be almost inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climatic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of
bigamy a saint of divorce--

But I should get married I should be good
How nice it'd be to come home to her
and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
aproned young and lovely wanting by baby
and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--

Yet if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow
and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear not Roman coin soup--
O what would that be like!
Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
For a rattle bag of broken Bach records
Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon

No, I doubt I'd be that kind of father
not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses of the 18th century
all wanting to come in and watch TV
The landlord wants his rent
Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
Impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking--
No! I should not get married and I should never get married!
But--imagine if I were to marry a beautiful sophisticated woman
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand and highball in the other
and we lived high up a penthouse with a huge window
from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
No I can't imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream--

O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
it's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes--
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there maybe a girl now but she's already married
And I don't like men and--
but there's got to be somebody!
Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married,
all alone in furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All in the universe married but me!

Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible--
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so I wait--bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

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Hvala :rolleyes:

#29 DEJO.28

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Posted 26 March 2008 - 01:51

HEHEHE, OVDE VIŠE NIKO NE ZALAZI! :rolleyes:

E DA, AKO NEKOGA ZANIMA, FANTASTIČNO SAM PROŠAO SA SVOJIM RADOM! :huh:

#30 Uma

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Posted 18 July 2008 - 12:36

U skolama je katastrofa s tim lektirama. Deca toliko slabo citaju, narocito u srednjim skolama, da profesori zadaju cak samo jedan DEO knjige (!) za lektiru! :ph34r: Toga nikad nije bilo, a upravo zato ima i onih koji smatraju da je bolje da djaci procitaju makar i "prepricanu lektiru" nego nista...
Uzas. Na kakve niske grane spadosmo.
:)

@Dejo,
drago mi je da si fantasticno prosao sa svojim radom :D
Evo ja sam zasla, pa da prokomentarisem nesto.
Pre nekoliko dana u knjizari vidim Bokacov Dekameron, ali kao knjizicu od nekih 100-tinjak stana.
Pogledam, ono iz svake dekade izabrana po jedna ili dve price :D .
Rec je o skolskom izdanju, nije samo da profesori zadaju delove iz knjiga, nego su se i izdavaci dosetili, ceo Dekameron je obimna knjiga i bila bi skupa, retko bi se kupovala.
Ovako veca je sansa da neko kupi oskrnavljano izdanje, izdavacu dobro, a deca zadovoljna i nepismena.