Please, be so kind not to diffuse further this material. Thank you very much for your care.
A selection of:
(Schubert, Bach, Scriabin, Pärt and the poetics which accompanied the performances)
(from the the Book project - may be available after kind petition):
"Gaudea-Musig-Itur! – Rejoice, Music Goes!)”
Anonymous artistic proposal of an ode to the Future of the University (2019)
There is no truth in recommending an unread book. There is no lie in not recommending a book not read.
"I don't owe science anything but the same treat it mostly had with me. It has almost always been there when I wanted to visit it and will almost always be there when I wish to visit it. At almost any moment it was running faster than I was, as fast as it was running, it would wait for me to catch up, or grab me on my way to carry me on its wings if I appeared too slow for it, to help me see how its speed feels like and if I would fall in love with such speed as to accelerate myself. Almost always, while it couldn’t understand me, it was in the process of enjoying me till understanding with me. Almost always, while it couldn’t enjoy me, it was in the process of understanding me till enjoying with me.
How much do I owe art? Oh, art, how much do I owe you and how do you wish to take it from me? Will you yourself go for it, will you yourself ask for it, will you softly sing to me about how good it might be not to be Art for a while, by enchanting on purpose? Once you paint about how much I owe you, I will sing myself out for not feeling I owe you. Once you sing about when I took what I haven’t given in return, you’ll paint yourself out for having thought I owe you. Or, maybe, not.
Oh, how much I love Science! I love him almost as much as this young, non merciful and beautiful Art, and that is what makes me love Science even more.
For Love, for both those loves, none will ever get from me less than my best, if they dare to ask for less than the best me from myself or if they dare not to ask for more than the best them from themselves.
"Али, хоће ли ће слобода умети да пева као што су сужњи певали о њој?–But, will Liberty know to sing as the enslaved sang to her?" (From Поезију ће сви писати - Everyone will write poetry, by Б. Миљковић/B. Miljković)
"Човек је човеку вук а вук вуку никад човек./Čovek je čoveku vuk a vuk vuku nikad čovek. –A man is wolf to a man but a wolf to a wolf never man”(Serbian proverb).
Art is science to Art, but Science to Science never art.
Venus might be Mars to Venus, but Mars to Mars might never arrive to be Venus.
Mars is Venus to Mars, but Venus to Venus never Mars.
The Moon is a sun to the Moon, but the Sun to the Sun never a moon.
There´s no Sun without a Moon, no Mars without Venus, no Science without Art and no man without wolf.
While Sun moves in rounds, it will go finding the Moon straight in front; while Mars moves in rounds, it will go finding Venus straight in front; while Science moves in rounds, it will go finding Art straight in front; while man gives turns, it will go finding wolfs straight in front.
While sun sees moon straight in front, moon will go accepting it by going around it; while Mars sees Venus right in front, Venus will go accepting it by going around it; while Science sees Art right in front, Art will accept it by going around it; while man sees wolf right in front, wolf will go roundly straight to him. In a noble approach there might be a brave-hearted acceptance.
While moon goes around, it will feel sun is right in front of it; while Venus goes around, it will feel Mars is right in front of it; while Art goes around, it will feel Science is just in front of it; while wolf goes around man, it will feel man is going straightly around him. In a noble movement there might be a beautiful-hearted attraction.
No one knows me but the one that feels how sad I am when I smile and the one that knows how happy I am when I cry.
No one feels me but the one that knows how happy I am when I can cry and the one that feels how sad I am when I don’t have to cry."