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Bukowski's Honesty

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 12:35:33 PST

John Martin, the Bukowski's publisher, about him:

He hated any kind of dishonesty. He hated deceit.

More about it all on Jim Murdoch's excellent blog post here.

Notes

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Sun, 23 May 2010 09:26:47 PDT

Here are just notes that may turn out into something one day, or not.

Until it hurts

Until it hurts, that’s the price of honesty, to say when or where to stop. It really takes bravery and certain philosophies, like aikido, for example, are encouraging it – for your own sake.

US&Bosnia Apatride

I have experience of California and the US, that’s what I know the best from what you may call “abroad experience.” It’s also in my name, because my last name is Caus. All the other places I had been to they were just a brief visits. Disregarding the fact that these brief visits include dozens of countries.

And to say anything, or to explain how it is in my view and according to what I know, I would say that what Bosnia and the US have in common is that both are the countries of permanent problems, and they both have similar kinds of freedoms; that I value a lot.
In both countries people were always cursing their governments, really freely and openly, in spite of all. And for sure I would not like to live in a country where is impossible to criticize, where another point of view may cost you your life, and, I would not even mention what else.
“Relax man, maybe something better it’s already on its way,” that’s what one Jamaican friend told me in San Diego, years ago.

Confusing knowledge

If anyone knows about a book on females, their real role and how they have been treated throughout the history – for sure I would like to read it. To clear up and fill in the gaps in my own confused knowledge.

Too Much

    Too much of the too-big, and mostly empty stuff

    like the war, nations, religions, life, death etc.

    I had to swallow,

    so I decided to devote myself to small things:

    I started blogging (on the blogspot)

    barely noticed by anyone.

Capable

    If you’re capable of lying about

    those things

    that doesn’t mean

    I never lied about them.

    That doesn’t have to mean anything, really.

    It’s nothing at all.

Late in the night

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 11:28:21 PST

It’s late, already too late,
For things to be as they have should been.
The first illusion was the irresistible one,
The second one is saying
That the first one never existed;
it’s lost like the candles from Kavafis’ poem.

Running

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 05:09:51 PST

A song needs bones, a spine, windpipe, lungs and rib-cage; and you need preparation to develop structure. For once in my life I felt perfectly coordinated and it was like flying. I was running for years and playing basketball only to experience a few moments of elation – elevation, of that moment. Trying to achieve the resemblance.To reconcile myself, but only with my legs, not with where I am going to.

Rants

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Fri, 18 May 2012 04:01:24 PDT

Approaching the truth

A book by Carl Sagan that I read some decades ago, about cosmology and the survival of the planet, contained a particular passage I remember, a down-to-earth observation about the economy. While reaching for the stars, Sagan was always ready to make comparisons that brought us back to basic earthly preoccupations.

One passage in the book referred to the price of oil. Sagan observed how the turbulent market for black gold has the potential to turn the whole world upside down, as economists were suggesting and Sagan himself insisted. His speculations proved correct, as we now know.

In the course of devouring a whole host of popular science books, considering cosmological questions about the origins of the universe and the diverse theories of how it come into being, and reflecting on interesting facts like, for example, how everything in the universe spins –planets, galaxies, stars - but not the universe itself, I came to realise that it is somehow by immersing oneself in the current of different conjectures and theories advanced by the physicists that one comes close to an understanding of the truth. The truth about the importance of being attentive.

Image Problem

More than once, in my readings of books by leading Anglo-Saxon intellectuals and writers of popular scientific literature, like David Deutsch, Richard Dawkins, Daniel Dennet, and their illustrious predecessor Carl Sagan, I have been saddened to come across the word “balkanization”. It has turned up in a variety of reference works and articles as well. Depending on the context, the word signified something that could be summed up as a combination of religious and nationalistic literalism, intellectual infancy and metaphysical chauvinism, reinforced by a thick-skinned resistance to the contemporary re-examination of ancient misconceptions. Saddened, I say, because I happen to come from the part of the world to which this lovely word refers. In all the various contexts in which the word was used, it had a much wider significance than the one offered by the Oxford English Dictionary: Balkanize, v. divide (a region or body) into smaller mutually hostile states or groups., Balkanization, n.

It is hard not to agree that there is far more grandeur and poetry in Cicero’s reason, or Descartes’s light, or the scientific facts and speculations of our own time, than there is in any of the world’s great dogmas of religious, nationalistic and market fundamentalism.

Carl Sagan once said something to the effect that science convinced us that everything that is not obvious, everything that is magical, gigantic, is scientific. After experiencing the bleak reality of life in the post-war Balkans I feel entitled to lay claim to a degree of expertise in the science of demonstrating how everything infused with prejudice, the marriage of political and religious manipulation is wretched, degrading and banal. And in hoping that no-one will ever again have need of this kind of expertise.

A Country

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Wed, 26 Dec 2012 04:33:15 PST

In the evening,
as the gold and dark rain falls
some are hungry,
and some are starting to feast.
For some freedom,
for some the beast.

Proposition de Lecture XVII

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:19:29 PST

AN EXCERPT FROM THE NOVEL
ON BARBECUE AND SUNDRY DISORDERS

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Batch

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:44:12 PDT

Nihad Hasanović nihadhasanovic.com
The Art of Struggle, The Truth About Lies
Also, a PHD dissertation where some of the contents of this blog were quoted: City of survivors Trauma, grief, and getting by in post-war Sarajevo

Primary

Multiverse fiction (or maybe not)

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Tue, 11 Jun 2013 01:48:24 PDT

A short story written when its author was 18 years old might refer (or bear some resemblance) to the multiverse interpretation of quantum mechanics One Ordinary Move

Japodes - Prehistoric Stilt Houses (Remains)

noreply@blogger.com (jasmin causevic) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:46:39 PDT