Saturday, July 16, 2016


During the two thousand years
of Buddha's sleep
Nothing happened.

The World was going its usual ways.
Waves of the Universe
washed the sand on the beaches.

Nothing happened.
Stars were shining
a dew of morning,

For two thousand years
Nothing happened.

Would Buddha need to observe this?
He closed his eyes.

He is in the garden.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016


To conceive a verse,
one needs to learn
love, smile and joy,
death and sorrow.

In this time of a hunt
for the ghosts of real life,
they seem as luxuries.

When a friend, be it,
in this carmic cycle,
a dog, a frog or a human,
leaps into eternity,
give it a soothing kiss
and merely a "bye".

Measured in the scale of stars,
You will follow in no time.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Ph.K.Dick, "The man in the high castle"

Reading of this book was a travel in time, not only beacuse it moved me to some alternative space-time, but also because of shifting me for some 30 years in my private time-the time when I read it the first time. I lived in so different a world then, that thinking of it seems equally imaginary as this novel's story.

In fact, the reality of today seems closer to PKD's story than what I lived back in 1980-ies, in Yugoslavia. Reading of newspapers or listening to the news would easily convince me that Nazi and Japs won the WWII, and we are in some post-war development from the extremal times.

Superb story, with a quality above mere story-telling. Alternative history? He is known to move in his head, in last years of life, into the reality where we all live in a Roman Empire time, only we do not know it. Matrix before "Matrix"?

It is interesting how he makes the book written by "I Ching", giving it another dimension. Weird, especially at his time of less "global" world. Really nothing "typical" in his writing here.

Thursday, May 5, 2016


Reading of Witold Gombrowicz's "Kronos" motivated me to re-read some of his works again. Nothing more logical than going for his first, "Ferdydurke".

I read it first some 25 years ago, in Croatian translation, and later also in Polish original, probably this very example I read this time. As usual, the book is the same, the reader changes.

When in my first reading I was a pup-pup-pupil myself, which could
participate in some enaction of the scenes from the book; later I was a bit less ...pup-pupil, and now I am rather on the other side, of Pimko, the Pedagogue. Less pup-pupile? Hope so.

It is interesting that, reading it, I recalled some characters from that shadowy world of education. And that the most sad and pathetic characters were some I knew recently, not at all the old "educators" from my school time, but some of my colleagues. Eh! Probably Gombrowicz himself saw many of the people around below their "serious" skin.

This work is not a satire, I see it more like a vivisection of an imperfection of society, a failure of pretending to be governed by grown-ups, when it is in fact a non-cooked meal. It is incredible that Gombrowicz wrote it in 1935!, but then, this was the time which, in prediction of the slaughter to come, gave birth to many a unexpected work. I think that in 25 years I will still find it amusing.

Classical parts of this book are two pieces which also stand alone in the short-stories collection of his works: the sketches about Philidor and Philibert's Child Within. The first, with it's absurd analysis and synthesis, and the second, with its equally absurd line of events in the most "serious" and linear part of the society, is a grotesque and, in fact, vividly realistic reminder of the socially agreed quality of the less earthly portions of our world. If only for those two, Gombrowicz should be remembered as a great writer!

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Witold Gombrowicz: "Kronos"

This is the last published writing by the author, even if he wrote it for many years and was known by some to be his most valued possession. It is a kind of raw notes, true and merciless-on life, not only on himself, but mostly his private things. Like, his love affairs, his physical maladies down to falling teeth, infection on his testicles or triper drop, financial and social status (which was highly oscillating during the time).

Necessary a post-humous publication, probably not even meant to be else, since it is full of "non-acceptable" (at his time) details, like his homosexuality, and ofen using the service of street whores, male or female, or being involved into hazardous street-sex encounters, which even brought him some visits to local police stations.

Rarely I saw such an overly honest text. In fact, I do not think I ever saw such a thing, ever, except maybe in "Un-expurgated Diary" of Anais Nin. Both works have an anthropological value, might well one day be exposed in an exhibition as "a human of the middle of XX ct."!

The book is published by a large investment of work and ...detachment of his wife and friends (not to be hurt by the revelations). Being rather a sketch of the diary than the diary (Gombrowicz was renowned for his-equally merciless-social diary), it is relying heawily on foot-notes, but they are non-intrusive and well-measured.

I read the Polish version, the 1st edition, from 2013. It went rather un-eventful in publication even in ultra-conservatist Poland of today, where Gombrowicz is esteemed as a literature bard. For that part Polish are a reasonable nation, not estranging themselves from even the most unsympathetic characters of their culture life. And Gombrowicz definitely was the one who would share the hostile feelings towards the establishment of today's Poland, as he did towards the Polish establishment at his time.

I was attracted to the book by the possibilty to know more about the author, whom I appreciate for independence of thought when it was not at all simple. If anything, Gombrowicz remains brutally frank, and he is not avoiding the responsibilty for his being himself.

Nowadays it is all too easy to forget that there was a time, not so long
time ago, when one could not tell to the "establishment" to go fuck
themselves and die in oblivion... In fact, in our time, which is that of neo-concilianism, we even more rarely see the uncompromise fight for one's personal right to be her/himself. An artist became "a celebrity", or simply "a nobody".

Gombrowicz is, even today, a welcome refreshing wind in the steam of the futile efforts of so many a (wo)man to be liked (not only on Facebook), to be relevant.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

S. Jobs Biography by Walter Isaacson

Old good Marxistic method is that one should know his enemy. Being a good pupil in the Titoistic times of former Yu, I am definitely a purest of Marxists. I am certainly a promoter of Open Source and I chant with Richard Stallman in praise of free software, following the thorny path of St. IGNUcius: "There is no system but GNU, and Linux is one of its kernels."

This means I am also taking freedom to go and get myself informed on one of the arch-enemies of everything I believe in, and do in practice. The fat Biography of Steve Jobs then becomes a must-read book.

You will guess that I write this not on an Apple machine, but some Linux. I did not pay for the book, either: I got it for free from my corporate friend, in e-pub format. In fact, the book is available for free online, I do not know how is this possible, that it is not protected as an Apple product, hard-wired to read in Apple gadgets only, with buying of a small addition connector...? Weird. Someone should be fired!

The book was with me for quite a time, it is a lenghty read of some 750 pages. Even in such a hefty volume, a praise for the author: it is a very readable biography. It was rather known that nobody would believe "Jobs, a nice guy" story, given all the leaked stories through the years. To find a good measure, and to present enough of a "complete asshole" part of the Jobs personality, but to leave, still, enough space for something else, was not an easy task.

If you ever worked for a complete asshole, then you know why. Such people rob you of your peace of mind, of your motivation for work, and of your will for a balanced life between your work and private life. You just wish to get to Antarctica, Arctic, Equador or any other remote place, and farm cockroaches or bumblebees.

And the subject of this book was PROUD of himself being an asshole, thinking that he gets the best out of people that way! Oh yes, sure, but for what a price? The guys were not paid enough, even if he would pay them ten-fold. But shit he cared about that! You know, slaves also worked better when you would whip them...before they would collapse.

The simplest cut through the biography of this troubled young man who, from a long-haired creature of a dubious personal higiene and behavior, came to be a creator of one of the richest company of today would be: an orphan, a child whose parents were not in position, or will, to care about him, who was lucky enough to get adopted into a good, caring family.

Since I am writing this in the midst of the Sirian "migrants" crisis in
Europe, and Jobs father was a Sirian, let me add something what is
appreciated, among the others, by those who love Jobs: Banksy recently created a nice piece of art in Calais, with Steve Jobs in the main role. A nice work, my praise to Banksy for this point.

So, the child is clever and, as it happens all too often, not really
fit for the regular education system. I think the system is at fault here, not him... So, he drops out of college, busy about tinkering with some integrated circuits in his dad's garage. He has a pal, who is a real genius for such things-you guess, it is another Steve, Wozniak. The two go to make the most incredible piece of electronics in that garage, and the rest is history.

Sure not! We are not speaking about Bill Gates! You get his story up to now, if you take out the orphan and Sirian part! But after the garage there is not much before Gates eats (=buys) all the small companies around, and he retires from bussiness as The Richest Guy of Them All, switching to charity work with his dearest wifey.

In fact, I always thought I do not like Bill, the same as I do not like his company, Microsoft. No real reason, simply I do not like such behemots which eat all the others. But reading about Jobs, I understood that I was wrong: Gates is a proper one, a good guy. An industrial magnate, and it is all what is to say about him. That said, it still does not mean I switch to MS Windows! So, this biography made me change my opinion not on Jobs, but on Gates!

Thanks to Jobs personality, he experienced many twists and turns in his work and life story. He was kicked out of the company he himself created, he re-created himself through the other company, even made good movies, and good moves. And then, when he re-took the company with which he started, he made an icon of it. For how long it will last without him, it remains to be seen.

In difference to Gates, Jobs never retired. He was producing new gadgets one after another. Obviously he did not have better ideas what to do with his life, and he needed to spend his energy somewhere.

Even Jobs' death of pancreatic cancer is in large part the result of his own personality. He stubbornly delayed the proper medical procedure and went, instead, for "alternative methods"-he was Californian enough for that. Until he noticed that cancer is not a cold, that alternatives do not work, it was too late, even for one of the richest guys around. His "reality distorsion field" unfortunately did not include powers of healing.

Apple became synonymous with Steve Jobs, but what is it that, exactly, that makes the phenomenon? Economically, they did not sell so many computers as there were sold PC's, but they earned more than others per unit on what they sell. Marxist would say that Apple created value by something else, not only the technical aspect of their machines. Jobs would probably be satisfied with the
assesment that it is the holistic, or even artistic aspect, which adds the value to Apple's products.

And this is where his esthetics and his preferences in the ways of producing and selling the product, was definitely the driving force. It is what distinguishes him from just a good salesman. He sold you a piece of vision.

There IS something convincing in Jobs' approach that a customer wants a perfect product, comfortable, reliable and easy to use. It definitely worked with the legion of graphic designers at times when Mac was really The Machine for them. But when the same vision was sold to just anyone who wanted a machine to work on, trying immediately to force on such unhappy a person the machine to listen the music, the machine to use when not using the main (Mac!) computer, the phone to became an unhealthy opsession. I do not know if Apple started producing vacuum cleaners, but I suspect it to be an item in the list of follow-up products, if bad times come.

Recently I often hear a complaint, from Mac users in Science, that it
became useless crap, with its sticking to obsolete formats and drivers, or not accepting some generally used ones. Such things could mean that the clicque of self-satisfied salesmen in Apple abstracted themselves away from the base, from the users. It is usually the fore-teller of the disaster for the company which started delivering beautiful, but useless boxes. People will need to switch to maybe less beautiful boxes, but with which they will be able to get the job done. And, oh yes, those other boxes are cheaper, too!

One of the beauties of the Capitalism is that it is utilitarian: if
something does not work, you go and buy something that works. Even if Apple is Made in China, you are hopefully lucky enough that your preferred salesman is not your one and only Party chairman, and you can decide to ignore him and go to the other company's shop.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Jewish museum "Polin" in Warsaw

 I visited new Jewish Museum in Warsaw. It's name is "Polin", from the old word for "forest", which is where from the word Poland comes. Interesting building-I did this photo 5 years ago, when they were still building it:

It is located inside the former Ghetto. By some "miracle" nothing of Ghetto was rebuilt after the WWII. It seems it was too demanding a task, although Polish rebuilt with a great success, the Old Town of Warsaw (it is even an Unesco site!), just few hundred meters away.

What they did was to build ONE building in place of the center of the old Jewish part of the city-and this was the one actually "gifted" to Warsaw by Moscow:

Anyway, at that time Polish did not have much of a say in Warsaw. Russians were the masters.

Interesting building contains an equally interesting exhibition. It is NOT a Holocaust museum. In three hours of my visit I did not even reach that part of the museum. Then it was the closing time, so I will have to come some other time to se that part, and also post-WWII period.

I am especially interested to see what they prepared about 1968, when there was a massive expelling of Jewish people from the universities and schools, and many had to leave the country.

The exhibition is mostly multi-medial:

I suggest taking the audio-guide at the entrance, as otherwise you might miss most of the points, it is really a wast topic.

There are also some beautiful, and interesting exponates. Like this remake of the old wooden synagogue:

An interesting passport:

Advertisements of the companies which were enabling emigration to Americas...only 6 days travel! In the ad is even specified that they provide kosher food.

On this boat, people from Poland would meet with people from Croatia.

In the log of one of such ships, from the beginning of 20.ct. which I found online, I found about 30 people from my village on the Croatian island, mixed with Poles, Ukrainians, Jews.

Poland at that time was, in difference to today's purely Polish country of Wodka and Church (order of those two intended), a multi-national, multi-language, multi-cultural and multi-religious state.


Idea of the exhibition could be stated, in short, by the words: "See,you idiots, what you lost!".

 It is made around Jewish story in Europe and Poland, with an accent to the interaction of Jewish and Polish cultures during the last Millenium.

Shown is the richness of the Jewish culture and its ability to survive, in spite of irrational hate, which was sometimes motivated by hate of "others" or just a pure...stupidity.

It was interesting to see the crowds in the museum. Obviously it is earning a good name. I would rather expect it to stay an isolated enclave in Warsaw, as I always had the feeling about the synagogue Nozyki, hidden amidst the soc-realistic buildings in a former Jewish part of the city.

Here is one of famous boxes where in synagogues was collected money for buying of tha land in Palestine:

I am curious when will this part of the history come to evaluation in modern Croatia, that we would recognize the role of Others in our history. It still has quite some time to go. I hope we will learn from those who did it wise way, as here in "Polin".