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Fotografije, ki jih poznate, pa kljub temu...

Otvoritev fotografske razstave - 08.10.2008, ob 20.00, Cafe Galerija Pungert, Kranj

Oblaki, obrazi, objekti, odstiranja in oddaljevanja ... Dvojnosti, skrajnosti, tuja domačnost in lebdenje med sanjami ter resničnostjo. Ali, kot pravi Jure Kravanja: "Zasanjano napisani romani v črno-belih Matjaževih podobah ponujajo izbiro: gledati podobe trenutkov in ob tem misliti, da se opazuje življenje neznanega junaka in ob tem doživljati močno čutenje in sočustvovanje ali pa prepoznavati te zamrznjene trenutke kot čisto svojo, opazovalcu lastno svojino nekih minulih dni in dni, ki so vse bliže."

Vabljeni na otvoritev in iskanje svoje, v fotografijo in besedo ujete zgodbe.

Fotografije bodo v Cafe Galeriji Pungert na Trubarjevem trgu 6 v Kranju razstavljene do 21.10.
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Just tired

1 min read
O love, aren't you tired yet?
A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?

LC, The faith
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...

1 min read
Včasih se trudimo, da bi objeli prostor,
Saj si ne predstavljamo, da bi prostor objel nas.

Objamemo z mislijo in pogledom, ki ima krila.
A to so zgolj želje, da osvojimo neznano.
Tako prefinjene so vertikale in horizontale, ki omogočajo let,
da razlomijo in sestavijo pogled v istem trenutku
Ne moremo jim odreči sodelovanja.

A vse črte se vrnejo v izhodišče.
Prostor se prepogne kot kos lepenke
In nas prisili, da  ptice ostanejo pri nas
In letijo proti ne-pogledu.
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malo reklame za dobro stvar...

www.protidiskriminaciji.si
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Madrugada...

3 min read
I have a silent voice to wall dispute about imortance of rock musicians vs. construction workers, electritians...this is the answers...Mardugada, rock poets...

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That's the point
All right in 1998
It's getting hard to go to sleep at night
And hard to get up in the morning
I tell myself, I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this is not the truth
There's no sign of no big break down
It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
'Til they get all the way around
And then eveything turns out alright
In one single flash I see both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Pop-craving critics curving
A doctor tried to cure me of these shells
I stopped seeing him
I heard nothing more about being mentally ill
In one single flash comes words, no poetry
Did you put on weight
I take two, not one
A man with one arm
Best beer ever to come out of Belgium
If you kept drinking like this it wouldn't have to be
It's not like I'm real hateful with our friends, our beloved friends
VCR, last goodbyes, this is not the time for all I love you's
This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
This is where the hammer hits, this is its golden tongue
There speaks no more, this is the same that were never moved
This is the tsar at will, this is where the hammer hit, this is when the turnpike
This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love
With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love yeah
With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah
With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah
With the hands of love yeah, uuh shalalala with the hands of love yeah
Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah
Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That's the point, yeah
This mechanism can succesfully be adapted to almost everything
Things like a personel room, man enters the room feels like someone just left
Pain, loss, mother to silence, guitars and tambourines

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That's the point
I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long
Too long
Yeah, I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this is not the truth
There's no sign of no big break down
It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
'Til they get all the way around
And then eveything turns out alright
In one single flash I see both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Record pop-craving critics curving
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