On Wednesday 18th May I went to help a distant Zrenjanin Son of man (aka Abraxas, aka Bojan Talon ) during the promotion of his book with the inhuman too long (and if we are right: silly) title. Here are some extensive impressions related to zbitije.
The first half of the time led me through the south-central Serbia under the lime-white clouds and mist, and in some sections and forget about pravcatoj mist: little me as it pleases the eye, so I planned books for bus barely opened the score, since I was irresistibly luring outside areas the observation and meditation. The attention of the intended reading further deterrent we thought the idea that came to me last night in connection with the new story I intend to write ("Tomb Save Savanovic!), So I entertained myself forama and fittings, and complete sentences that I have devised staring at - landscapes in the mist.
During the second, north half times the sun can still navigate through blankets of fog and clouds. Dan has become conventional and thus nezanimljiviji, and threw in another book - or just one that is, and even supposed to promote: Guide series of documentary . Most of these textova I read on his blog, and an occasional, sporadic, and the book, but now I took to clear it from cover to cover, and I have found very few flaws - of which the biggest is that the Son of the film PARADISE LOST by the He and I think maybe the best documentary of the whole of this story is not written-not nearly good enough nor text as befits the occasion, and what he or forests, even and about the movie, much weaker, in fact, almost no explanation of why it was that movie is so good and worthy of attention.
already at the station began in frustration - which I must say, he went prepared - unfortunate since not only was mistaken as to time by bus from Belgrade to Zrenjanin takes half an hour (!), but still took the cheapest bus that exists, which is why it is visited every village, hamlet and a bend in the road to Zr, which has further extended his way, and my waiting for him at the station. When he stepped on his right hand zapazih new artwork: under the recent tattoos, enabled fabulous profits from the sale of books, now located woodcut made in the bare skin blades and corkscrew. Was clear that a fresh and more raw, the first day or two.
course copine not found it necessary to pre departure check with the organizers and their friends in the Zr where and how to get from the station - and since this is all a low-fi crew, shooting the car was from quite another fancy movie - and why remained always-reliable taxi, who deserted the sentence that he pay. Anyway, it turned out only 150 dinars, which he later, after many kukanja, refund (with a note to us taxista "reflects"). Fortunately, at least I remembered before leaving the address where our destination, and arrived there without problems.
Club "Klupče" appeared to be one really nice place, spacious (three rooms that can build upon each other), pleasant and well equipped. The walls immediately exposed zapazih prints some Aleksandra Todorovic, who resemble, somewhat, to the works of Joe Coleman, provided that these are explicitly socially engaged, in the direction of criticism of ideology. Title they "St. isms ", and collages are" sacred cows "of capitalism, communism, fascism, srbizma. It all looks better than it sounds.
Since we are the acclimatization and invigorated, and met with Daniel jelisavac , "mistress" tuft and our hostess, I zatražih to travel around the city a bit, which she already had plans that we propose. travel around the main street and the Library "theater" in which son excitedly discovered that the shelves in sales even - his book! The seller will in the coming days have nothing to talk: about his author, and some books, come in action.
The main destination of our walk - in which Daniel told me fragments of his rich resume that spans more than half of Europe - was certain destruction Museum. However, previously had to be something put in his stomach, and for those purposes, we risk going into a shop Leskovac specialties. My son was a little smoren, was unable to determine whether it is hungry or not, which is logical: big brat is 15 minutes before it spoil your appetite by licking ice cream, which is certainly a sight worth noting (in black carcass of two meters with a swastika and koječime carved into the skin - That is licking ice-cream on the main square!). Unfortunately, while we Daniela and I went to shop for batteries for her camera, this is already devoured dessert, so that the picture could hardly see the spike on the bottom of the cone.
In Leskovičarnici the son noticed on the list offer the detail that he was perfectly laid: a kebab = 30 dinars , so he ordered just that. It was very disappointed when he said that nobody here has ordered one kebab, and that they do not sell in quantities less than 5 (five)! Son to demonstratively leave the shop, and our society. In one of his characteristic attacks "puppet" suddenly everything is smorio: he was not a "museum", which was at that moment was at 50 feet from us, nor to our society, just wanted to go into some shade and vegetate . Daniela him some time praying and tried to convince that stupid to allow them to go back, but I did not spend on energy, because I know what kind of pathetic-antisocial and unproven mazgov when something drummed into his glavudžu, and not to waste words. I only snapped at his most cretinism, and then you have sent to, when really stuck, go back to Klupče.
Museum of destruction proved to be a spectacle for which it was worth it to pull six hours by bus from Niska Banja to Zrenjanin, and another 6 hours back - but on a separate mega-picturesque report.
When vratismo in Klupče night was already falling, and the Son, he found himself surrounded by fans and is largely rolling book. Among patients was also a certain character that we criticized the roundabout way that it did not accept as a friend to Fejsu - but, as will the story still be clear, my instinctive-precognitive sense of occasion was correct as always. I know it's boring to mortals, but Ghoul is always right !
come close to 20h and the time to start promoting. Of course, that the Son is the spot checked the clips in documentaries which I forced him to prepare, even a blind man I looked askance at his "So I checked it at home!" and it was no use to him, explaining that these clips will not play with their pets, but the local machine, which may not be identical to that kućevnoj. And of course she never came. But let him, let him learn from experience, you will not be a teacher. Anyway, since the laptop had only Gom Player , which the Son is not adept deal, there were few technical glitches over its playlist management, putting inserts insufficient compliance. But fuck it.
this occasion gathered about 15-20 fans of the cult of Abraxas: physiognomy and image of these pups were clear indications that this is not a random passers-by or strangers. Also, it was in the audience assorted aunts, and klinčurije geezer whose presence in their promotions so proud of some writers that I will not name them. Those who came, they knew well, where, with whom and why come. As I still sometimes say more than 20 targeted listeners 50 random visitors!
course, as is well known to those in the know, the Son is good for computer, but not on stage, it is much better when he writes, but when the story. That is why he needed a "special guest", ie. I do, that it is managed and directed it to encourage and lead, because if this was left to himself, microphone and a room full of people - I must not imagine that you would ruin it looked like. Here I come ready and aware that I have to be an animator, or even better - re-animator, to be the mrtvosanu TELESINA occasional shaking electricity to parts neprobirljiviji posetiteljstva were deceived by an illusion of the living man as well, something.
If nothing else, at least not much stuttered, and generally did not correspond to one-word and simple sentences, and where there is, I was ready to lateral sub-question or provocation that this would not be left to blentavo Kliber after something for what it is naive to believe that the answer. I found myself here, too, to repeat his question when needed, or to simplify the case when its complexity exceeded his memory, or simply to remind him where he stood and what is generally told when they would "lose the thread .. . Subtle medley of his trade-mark Gestapo methods for unknotting the language I managed to pretty effectively directs the carcass so that the story would say, was okay, at least for now and this audience and not expect some kind of academic lecture.
Time I want to say that the Son of persistently refused any explanaciju, let alone the elaborate illustration of sporadic apodiktičkih statements, lines of thought are less likely to be developed into something resembling a coherent discourse, and he clearly felt most comfortable in the autobiographical sections, which are the most natural and najnesputanije kuljale from it. When he had to explain why a documentary, "much good", or why Charlie Manson is so important figure, the story was becoming thin, and I insisted too much, seeing how long it roughly in these circumstances can go, and not pushing beyond that .
Although we talk a lot about Manson - in fact, all the inserts, which concerned the saved him! - The only thing we have to learn it from the Son is that Charlie - "Car! Greatest king that ever existed!" Excerpts from Charlie's bulažnjenjima those claims - at least for me - did not prove (naprotiv!), and Sonny certainly was not able to elaborate or clarify. If nothing else, at least those that served tirades Son and I, we get breath, gucnemo Coca Cola, or that he went to his fletlajn and I have to think about the next issue.
In one of these inserts were an American neo-Nazis spoke of his admiration towards Manson. Since we were guests of Zrenjanin anti-fascist activist, I have found it necessary to ask son about what we just heard in this clip, where Charlie is compared to Hitler (in a positive light: as, "the mother gives birth again!) - So , is it really so, and that his general attitude towards it. Him in the rescue priskočio is just mentioned figure, which is on my remark that here we find the anti-fa youth, found it necessary to combat stress that the voice on "anti anti-fa" , which induced a commotion, frustration and began situation on the edge of the incident, in which he refused to hear this but how Kenjalo he is entitled to his view, it is his opinion, and blah blah, and fell down and some tough words on the verge of swearing between him and his anti-fa environment, and even threats of physical calculation - was just a question of whether to do it on-site or is outside.
This was samcit, and really get the picco and it's good just to have continued with their drčnim and surly galamljenjem, but after a three-minute attempt to silence this and get on with the promotion - with no appeal to filial did not help this "anti anti-fa" copine that, at least for his sake, shut up - this spontaneously understand that it beat, so umuče. Quite predictably, later turns out that to a faithful companion Sinkov, who was the person invited to come to some sort of Zr from your Selista midway between Novi Sad and Zrenjanin. According to initial comments of the anti-fa, "the team I thought it was his village - Frog - notoriously the copine of this kind, and guessed its origin and before it was later revealed this when the car crossed pat on the shoulder in the style of "Well, of course, immediately 'I knew it was the Frog! Well, I knew exactly that the Frog! right up I reko, this must have been from there, he is not even have to say where we , everything was clearly! "However, subsequent investigations found that is some kind Žabalj a quiet village where there is no more than extremists elsewhere in this crowded and extremists convicted for the destruction of land of farmers, and that it s here, "read" not by extremizmu than the - accent (dental). There.
Although I generally always support the individual against the group, in this case that individual is really deserved a good bubetanje: first, nobody, not even indirectly, is called to this advertise; second, nobody cared what he believes and who cheer, as the third, trying to at least articulate to their rigmarole was unable to explain how it is "anti-anti-fa" and yet "not" FA; fourth, constantly spins one and the same broken record, as he here denies the right to hold opinions, and how they are all here because they do not allow the fascists his dissent, the fifth, but did not penetrate the Tintar of a place and time for disagreement, for tough talk in an "anti anti-fa 'the breast, to indicate their beliefs - and that this promotion is certainly not a place or time for this work. But no use ...
Later that same "pointed" question of "one small ethnic Albanians" - referring to Rastko Pocesta - and then remark that he "albanians, as a character trait."
But to shorten: promotion, along with inserts and the incident lasted about an hour and a half, because I felt obliged to do its job maximum (after all, a distant time, I pulled it this far, and I can not guess to end the match after 3-4 rounds!), but after my landlady said that an hour was enough. In any event, the audience is quickly dispersed after the end of this. Quite predictably, the Son is totally forgot that the announcement stated that it was expected that after the promotion play music, so it was not said at the end of the promotion - and to do so or landlady. And then they blame the Devil as the audience left immediately! It was quite a failure because it was growing hopes that someone will actually stay in the club sipping with her son's Di-džejisanje, and like all gather in immediately, but the one smarači, who is in his clumsy way of trying to apologize, as had the best intentions and all that.
Son is his DJ work envisioned by the almost- empty club let a few idiotic ex-Yu things (including Himzo Half) - a constellation hits such as "Yugoslavs", "Fa Fa fascist", "Minute Oil Yugoslavia," "The charming old town of Visegrad, on the other and "Like you is not pleasant," "Brotherhood and Unity" by Damir Avdica and the like. - After which I solemnly promised him that if it thinks it works on other apkaming promotions, for me free does not count.
Then, sometime before midnight, we risk going back to the nearby crates some teams professionals and Sons štivalaca, where this sljuštio kilo of wine and has all sorts of things, while these other mainly engaged in beer. Was followed by a combination of vivid life stories (drug addiction, cruel and irrational killings, muddled lives, hopelessness ...) followed by a musical background in which they alternated Sjuzi & Benšiz , some kind of disgusting local rappers and sporadic heavy metal. I've all watched as tolerable, short-term exkurziju in the world with whom I have hardly nothing to do, but sometimes that's worth a peek, especially If you have the inclination to write.
Somewhere behind the two in the morning we set off nearly deserted streets of the Zr legalu with our host for the night, Relje. A walk under the full moon was pleasant, if not counting the fear that the carcass does not falter, and comes rushing their uncoordinated TELESINA on me. Banja Luka kebab made a much-needed refreshment. Laid across the sinister abandoned factories, and wetlands in front of it, in the middle of town, guys were the icing on the cake in the night, full moon, and I was very wrong and that no cameras around to it Matins record for generations to come, and disease.
However, some other great photos of Gothic horror and provenance ipak stižu u narednom nastavku, a do tada, ko je sklon tome, može da pogleda i par nekoherentnih pasusa koje je o Zrenjaninu sročio Sin na svom blogu .
Na gostoprimstvu kao i na svim fotkama okačenim ovde ( klikni za veću !) zahvaljujem Danieli iz Klupčeta!
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