Friday, December 29, 2006

My way

And one day when the end is near and when I will have to face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

But what does it actually mean I did it my way? It is like art, or even everything what your job is or will become and it is like the life you live. It can be original or imitations of feeling, doings and beings.

Regrets, I've had a few.. ;) But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

But why I say my way? In this chapter of my blog I would like to present you my way? I say it very clear it is my way. It was and it will always bee!

Yes, there were times, I'm sure someone knew when I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing To think I did all that

And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

And my way was and it still is the way of shy and not to bee shy, it is serious and crazy, like a workaholic but much more lazy, completely egocentric but full of courage and feel, my way it’s a wheel on the road of life…

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
to say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
the record will shows I have took the blows and did it my way!

Of course I have – real artist ever do! And am I arrogant enough to call me an artist, I don’t have to, others do, I could repeat, but ! ! ! I am one and I will stay one even if I stop to make art…and I am much more than this…and

Yes, it is my way
Happy 2007 to all of you and do it your way!!!
Dzenan Sehic 2007

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Work in progress

Work in elaborateness is a (the) new video from me with the working title “l`amore”. My work is always in progress and elaborateness, because I try to reach the level of the biggest artist in the world – like Andy Goldsworthy (Installation 2005)

You can see the video on MyVideo.de by clicking here or in this post on YouTube.

“L`amore” the love (die Liebe, ljubav) is a work in progress. But what does it mean a work in progress? Like every video work that I upload to the net this one is also made in less good quality, without finish and only a sequence (sometimes with errors) from the original work –



It is something like the preview of a movie, a better sample. The massage I want to share with you is still there.

So what do I want to reveal?

Since I remember I was writing, drawing and making everything fascinating by the idea that everything has two sides of view - one dark and one light…read more by clicking here

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

ancient gallery - first videos I ever did

the experimental video I just uploaded here or you can see it by clicking play below:



I want to say – crap does not exist – only the right and the wrong public.

Today in a unreasonable world we live, we suppose that we know what right is, what wrong, but think again and than take a look inside, in your own mirror, look at you, deep in your face and than tell me that you are completely sure without any doubt what is right? Do we live in a equity world? Justness and justice are not exactly the same like nemesis. So before you judge someone, think twice! In our world full of nemesis and "faith-waiting" people there will always be the right and the wrong public and ladies and gentleman we are free to speak and free to think and mostly free to act, but there will never bee the freedom to take back the words we said, the meanings we thought and the acts we did.
Do yourself a favor - think twice and that is what my experimental video is saying - many stories, many views, many tastes... but no way back!

Read more by clicking here

*the music in this Video is from the Artist Darko Rundek and I have use it only for this trayler - All rights reserved to the Artist. To download the trayler and to use the music is strictly forbidden! If using the video than only without music and the condition of the copyright license.


Sunday, December 17, 2006

the shiftlessly petty lamb

Why I have changed my blog again? The reason could be too much for you..Maybe you should stop to read. Not only the blog has change, the matter will change drastically. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You don’t have to like me or my unuttered works, not to agree with my words, not to think like me - hmm, even if you were able to think like me?Maybe it is a blessing to not to think like I do!

Everything what was is past, the archive I will not delete, it has to stay as a caveat for me, the artist, the writer, the poem - you would say just a human, but I...I say the human! Enough postings about what was during the time
12pm - 14pm, enough postings about post depressive feelings, form and substance of void ness. I am an artist and so it have to be!

That is it. That is my prologue. Nothing in rhyme. No protestations of modesty. You were not expecting that, I hope.My name is Dzenan Sehic. Artist, sculptor, writer, poem, lover, human. And I do not want you to like me or my work or these words, my blog or everything I do, did or will do. Ladies and Gentleman I am so sorry, but I just don’t care.
One day, but not know - There I will go, shuffling from the world,... I will look upon a pinhead . . . and I will see angels dancing. Well? Do you like me now? Do you?


* for saying what I wanted to say I had, because of my insufficient in english language to use some parts of the great movie "The Libertine"

Friday, November 03, 2006

Care, care - buba mare; Do I care

This post is a post no. 87 and it has to be a No.1 Hit, because after so many times I know how to make a hit...

I kissed so many women, even the number is unknown...
The remember is all my life,
but what should we do when every woman wants me,
the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.
And if I ever kiss again it will be you.

It will be you, you, you
and you and you and you and you and you and you you you and you over there...

My heart is bleeding, my neighbor has a boyfriend. The jazz is blowing a jazzy melody, what s happen people, you want one more hit, but not only Rambo Amadeus, I am tired too.!I

Yes I am!

Don t make philosophy Dzeno, do some hits, the people have enough of your philosophy, make a song that will flow over the screens...to make the people happy and funny and in this song fuck off with explaining how small the revenue is, that the love hurts it has to be more appearance than substance; It's more illusion than reality.

Tonight Dzenan is not in the best mood!

Liver "adio mio mare" and cheers one more time! *Scoul

Rank town close his basements, fetidly town close his streets, the wind will passed by, "Longhairstreet-sentinels" place their asses near the ground, oh com n touch the ground, the balls get dusty on the street and the converse well-worn shoes have to survive one night more, but what for? putrefaction, also known as sepsis or rottenness but in this case is corruption much better in the raunchy town, full of aristocrates vampires, but who cares, the "Longhairstreet-sentinels" lives because the rank town open his speakeasy the cheapest tavern in this corner of the holly world, for people like us, than yucky is our trip and the ceremony is shy to begin, we could get higher, but we will end in our own desire, we could not get higher, I said it you, but I am just a lier, a skunk target seeking, who try to do slam-dunk into your milkiness, a spy of love, a bastard, just a man, maybe the real one, maybe the only one, in this rank town.

Ha ha, com n baby
take a trip with me,
try it,
take a risk with me,
try it...

What you can lose is maybe your life, but what you will shore lose is your maidenliness better known as virginity.. So com n baby take the ride with me, let s ride the wind, the fucking Mistral, let s do it, I have to do it one more time and it s you I have choose, I don t have anything to lose, because it s me against the world, like Boney and Clyde, just you and I in this rotted place...

*in memorie of Branimir Stulic Johnny, who lives still somewhere in NL - Go Johnny! GO!!!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

85s post - this is the end?

My eyes have seen you, with vine in da heands, with lemon inside, the fog hase come over me, the dark is outside, me..I am in! Is everybody else in? Is everybody in?!!!

Why should I ride the snake? Why should I believe that she is seven miles long, The 7th mile doesn’t even exist here in
Europe. ..but still

is this the end, beautiful friend?
is this the end, my only friend?
All peoples gone!
Am I the only one?
The one who says forever,
Will someone remember me...

Probably never! The desert in our mind is calling for freedom, is calling for freedom, is calling, is screaming, is such crying and the soul is dieing. Endless sleep will follow, before it happens we have to change the world. It is fucking easier than to change ourselves. The puppets in this world, this cold world, this world of ice, no we don’t need a new ice-age, we are already in! we are already in, we are... fuck we are such slaves and marionettes, work, pay the bills, eat, sleep, work, pay the bills, eat, sleep, and this until the end of time. So why should I ride the snake, why should I swim in the lake of hopeless death, like A creature, alive but unborn, shifting in a sea of amniotic fluid, surrounded by white, protective substance known as vernix caseosa or it could be the light of love? Could it be? Probably not for me.

This is the end
my slave and friend...
And than I put his boots on
I took a face from the ancient gallery
And than I walked on down the hall
I open the door and took out my bottle of Jaegermeister

And than I wrote this, I wrote just more, but I am still thinking that there is nobody reading this. So the mark on delet”ation” is on and without reasons why I should continued blogging the blog will be deleted on the 23rd December (at least).

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

The wizard from Avignon

23:20h, 01.11.2006, after 2 months and 23 days I am in! So I don’t know if it’s the alcohol specking throw me or myself, but the first thing is I know that Everybody would loves my baby, if I would have one! What I don’t; why? When I saw last time one girl walking down the street, I just jump in front I said:"Hello, I love you. Won’t you tell me your name?"...What`s happened?, You have to be famous that it can work. Am I an artist? A liar, one who explain you the reality whitout understanding it by himself? I could say:" Took my love...", but I am not a famous artist..ARTIST!!!! I let you fucking me if you know what I am talking about. Sitting here like Martin said Somewhere in da europe n elswhere, in Avignon the town of wind, around me so nice people, but it’s scared, they are or am I blind I can’t see the mask...NO, they are, ...normally People are strange when you're a stranger, but here the People are nice when you are a stranger??Do I have to understand it? Like a clown, behind his mask from the ancient gallery, like the color green, mixed by blue and yellow..Do you see me? DO YOU SEE ME?? DO YOU? 23:40, 01.11 the same stupid year,. In the last 2 weeks I wrote more poetry than in my life before, Should I put it on my poetry blog? But on my poetry blog there is mostly poems about love, CUT / After 2 months and 23 days startin at 11 am. with 2x 0,4 36% of JAEGERMEISTER - followed by 0,7 Bottle - probably toooo much, but do anyone read this? My bog’s full of comments, but they belongs to the photos and small talk. I am tight how many comments I will have from this post. I am thinking about to delete my blog or to make such a moblog or photoblog without words. These fucking words, nobody read them? Do someone??? So make me feel alright and comment it! Fucking slaves...I am to stupid to find a girl, some other female human wretch witch loves me..the great ARTIST, poem, moneymaschine roll on, but where is the love. the LOVE bellows to the DOORs of the universe, the stars fall down the sky this night baby, just for you and I and the whole world is sucking my dick, for what...?A Picasso, van Gogh feeling - Time’s passing by, what’s behind? The past. Oh no! Behind is that what’s gone, the past we remember, the moments that are gone not. Arrows brake down the sky, just for You and I... Just for this moment. I should delete my blog. Is anybody there outside reading this shit I am writing..?Half drunk, clear mind - drugs? probably not tonight, baby. Not tonight...Television is killing the freedom of opinion, the war is over, but baby the war will never end - there is this little program in our heads - the matrix we have made for us, to make such shit like me and the other artist or the war - killing people, death, rape and hate, hate, hate...is anybody in???DO someone read this? If there will be one - I bet on Martin! And maybe Lisa, but I am not sure - this is to much, to much swearwords, to not to French sentences, but sorry i am also not! When the music`s over, baby I have to turn off my computer, to write one poem more and...here is the fucking poem, damn -
Music and Alcohol
* * *
The day’s over, until the end,
if music is your only frend,
there must be something wrong.

Sitting in front of the big screen,
I can cancel my subscription to the resurrection
But what does it mean???

I can’t play guitar, I can’t sing,
Like a marionette I feel the string,
I hear the Alcohol.

The water is whisfull over me,
the human female must she be,
the perfect one...

To cut me strings, to set me free,
I will kill the sky..
Baby, just for You and me!

Lost and fuckin` slaves of the humans race!

Friday, October 27, 2006

Dzonny vs. Jehnnan - Scissors hands and a bottle of Jaegermeister

...And the story began like this...Well, there are all kinds of scissors. And once there was even a man who had scissors for hands. Well, a long time ago, an inventor lived in that mansion. He made many things, I suppose.

He also created a man. He gave him inside, a heart, a brain, everything.
Well, almost everything. You see, the inventor was very old. He died before he got to finish the man he invented. So the man was left by himself, incomplete and all alone. So had to make himself hands, and that was the result. Poor man.

*Fuck, I can kill a tree, even a man, but I cannot open a fucking bottle whitout braking it in million parts.."

Everything was bad, but he smiled and he live but than one day he realize that next door to him - there was another man with some kind of scissors for hands. And they become friends.
And the story would have a happy end if there wouldn’t be somewhere upstairs the creator of the second man with a bottle of Jaegermeister. But he was also old and after he gave them some of Jaegermeister he died and they couldn’t open the bottle!

So they stayed in front of it until the end of time – looking at this little green bottle of Jaegermeister!

“What a sad story grandma…”, and Grandma smiled to the little girl. “Oh NO, my dear, oh NO, we have hands and a lot of Jaegermeister in the house…
And tomorrow I will tell you how the man without mouth tried to drink Jaegermeister, but finish your drink and go to bed, it’s time.” “Yes Granny, I love you…you and Jaegermeister!”

Glglglgl (Ruelps - ZJEV...few minutes later ZZZZZZzzzzzzz hrk!)

Dzonny vs. Jehnnan - The fear and loathing in Avignon - Part 2

A WINE-COLORED TUXEDO stops at the entrance to Avignon. Dzonny looks around, then suddenly he turn left, than right, then left, then up, down, up :” Sorry, full house!”, “And we drove the whole way from AIP (Aix en Provance), and now full house”. I try it on the other side, thought Jehnnan and drove once around the walls. It was around 12h when the brain started to take over the control about my body. I need my medicine. (A bottle of Jaegermeister was behind..) “Dzonny you drive, and I go for my medicine!” Dzonny took over the car, but than I realized it (“One of the things you learn, after years of dealing with film people, is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a film / movie. Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eyes…)...

The radio was on, some Tzigane music..."Joj, joj,...svice zora, u subotu, dan dolece, iz daljine, svi iz ovog kraja cekaju da sunce sine, joj oj joj...Za Beograd, firmon krstic, upravo se narod sprema..sve razloge za put ima samo srece valjda nema..neeeema jos!!!!"..bit I stoped to listen, looked at Dzonny, he was looking at me. I know it - these FILM PEOPLE!!!

So we share the bottle of Jaegermeister - Damn Film-people!

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Johnny vs. Dzennan - The pirates from Avignon

"OOOOOO, I need some rhum!!!"
A gray, impenetrable wall of fog and it is the Mistral following the FOG. From somewhere comes the FAINT SOUND of a LITTLE GIRL'S VOICE, singing, slow tempo, almost under her breath.

Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me
Yo, ho, yo, ho, it's a pirate's life for me...
"What is this light, damn I need some rhum!?!"

From somewhere deep down the big river (they called it Rhone) suddenly a massive SHIP emerges from the ground, the Winged Victory maidenhead looming. It's a French dreadnought, the L`Amoure. . Formidable, frightening, twenty-five gun ports on a side, and rail guns to boot. Yo, ho, yo! Somebody inside? Hallo?? Mr. Sparow? Davie "Dzons"...Yo, ho, yo, ho...Mr. Pirates??" Than like from nowhere one Pirat jumps down, attack Dzennan with his sword!!! "Nice sward, and you do wery well!" I do, and I practise at least 3 hours a day!" Dzennan looked suprised: "You need to find yourself a girl! Or your reason for making all this practise is you have found one, but you can`t get her?" And the fight would go on, but then a bus passed by, between Dzennan and the pirat! WOW, in Avignon the lights going on slowely. Dzenan is looking at his bottle of Jaegermeister : "I would probably said GOOD YEAR, but they are all good!"
"What is he drinking?? What are you drinking?Rhum?..NO, no don`t do this - NOOOO!"
And he trow away this finished bottle and took a new one out of somewhere!Jaegermeister is the Rhum in Avignon...
Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me
Yo, ho, yo, ho, it's a pirate's life for me...
"And a bottle for me?", asked Jack Sparow?

Johnny vs. Dzennan - The fear and loathing in Avignon

Black screen -In the violently scrawled style of Ralph Steadman, the title FEAR AND LOATHING IN AVIGNON splashes onto the screen. A beat, and then it runs down and off revealing:
"He who makes a beast of himself Gets rid of the pain Of being a man."
Epilog


We were somewhere around Aix en Provances on
the edge of the provance when the
Mistral began to take hold ...
I remember saying something like:
"I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe
you should drive...", and the bus driver looked at me (very strange)... Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car... I mean bus.... and a voice was screaming: Holy Damn! What are these goddamn animals?, Dzennan SCREECHES to the side of the road. The sudden wrench makes the bus driver nick his face with his razor.Never mind. It's your turn to drive.., and the bus driver kicked me out of the bus - somewhere in nowhere. The name of the town was Avignon!No point mentioning these bats. I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
And here began my journey, here I was (were)? Somewhere in nowere.

with Jaegermeister :)

Monday, October 23, 2006

Do I? Rap contra Poetry

Poetry (from the Greek ποίησις, poesis, "making" or "creating") is a form of art in which language is used for its aesthetic qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its ostensible meaning. But do I believe that poetry can be used to say to someone what you fee, to explain it, and to make clear your point of view???

The answer is probably Yes, but do I think that there is a evolution form of Poetry? Of course not. Some friends of me has asked me what I prefer - Poetry or Rap, but it’s the same. In music, RAP stands for Rhythm And Poetry. The most people say RAP but means Hip Hop. The term hip hop (also spelled "hip-hop" or "hiphop") refers both to a musical (see hip hop music) and cultural genre or movement (hip hop culture) that was developed by African Americans and Latinos predominantly in urban communities over the last quarter-century. Since first emerging in New York City in the seventies, hip hop has grown to encompass not just rap music, but an entire lifestyle that consistently incorporates diverse elements of ethnicity, technology, art and urban life. There are four fundamental elements in hip hop: hip hop dance (notably breakdancing), urban inspired art (notably graffiti), DJing and MCing. So can we say that Hip hop is a direction of Poetry. Maybe we could, but why should we use our time to ask ourselves what we prefer - for me the answer is simple:

- if I am sad = Poetry
- if I am happy = RAP (Rhythm And Poetry)
- if I have to told something and the topic is not love = Hip Hop

But this is only how I handle my feelings...
My poetry

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Resurrection - Part one

"Futile is resistance. Assimilated you will be, yes. Yoda of Borg I am."

All eyes on me, so that you can better see me!Can I have your attention please?

The term resurrection is used in the literal sense to mean either the religious concept of the reunion of the spirit and the body of a dead person, or the return to life of a dead person. In the Buddhism the word resurrection doesn’t even exist like this. But we could accept it like the rebirth of spirit (like a new point of few).

It is used in a figurative sense about broken or discontinued things which were never alive, but which have been restored to a functional state; for example a company which had failed but is reopened by a new owner. The majority point of view is that Rebirth is a different but analogous religious concept; but there is a minority point of view among Jewish mystics, Gnostics, Sufis and Albigensians that resurrection is more or less identical to Rebirth. The word resuscitation is used for return to life after clinical death by medical procedures but also for return of death ideas or just like return!

So all eyes on me, baby I am back from the battle against the world and I’ve survive! Generally, a battle is an instance of combat in warfare between two or more parties wherein each group will seek to defeat the others, but sometimes a battle can be the battle against you (your super-ego, ego and id) or even against the world! The id, ego, and super-ego are the divisions of the psyche according to psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud's "structural theory". The id contains "primitive desires" (hunger, rage, and sex), the super-ego contains internalized norms, morality and taboos, and the ego mediates between the two and may include or give rise to the sense of self. And have the evil grown, serious people assimilate me? Of course NO! Peter Pan is nothing in comparison with me. I am the Sultan of Never-land. And one by one I will assimilate the whole world. Until the end of time, until the last stand grown give up and falls down on his knees and stop the bored me with numbers and colored paper. It is a question of stand or fall and in the end of time it will be me who will prevail. And I already started with a very cute lady from the bank. Now after millions of papers I have one little important paper include telephone number on it, name and a little heart drawing ;) (of course in RED).

All eyez on me baby, ALL EYEZ ON ME!

Me against the world - Part two

Municipality or place of irony!

Why me against the world and what does it mean? Me against the World is a rap album by Tupac Shakur, released on March 14, 1995. But when use me against the world I don’t mean the whole world (World refers primarily to a planet or to the Earth. Unlike the term "earth", "world" (like the term international and the adjective of globe, global) is used in combination with the core topics describing our world society or world community). It is also not me against the French republic. It is me against the bureaucracy, it’s me against the world behind, the not visual one, the world of colored papers, of actual news and me against the fu*king boring feeling that we used to feel when we wait in some remotest parts in the government house (maybe in city hall) to received some really “useful” stamps, to pay more taxes and much more other really not useful papers, little tax stickers or however they call this stuff. One of really useful things is paying the bills and the whole tax thing. But this I will maybe attack in me against the world part three.

*(Photo1):" Welcome, take a number and wat please!"
*(Photo2): "Give me your signature or I will kiss you???"

So what kind of papers I’ve now in my studio. So there are just few millions of contracts and if my studio burn down I will disappear. You know when you want to buy a bank you have to undersign 3 papers. But when you want to open an account and to have one of these beautiful credit cards you have to undersign 11.

That means that you could buy 4 banks and you would have not to undersign more than for your account – it is just a little bit more expensive ;)

The contract with the flat owner means you have 2 papers about the flat / studio, 2 papers about the insurance, 1 paper for the inventory list, 2 papers for a file about you, copies from your ID, Passport, attestation of your school and 7-9 undersigns you have your contract and the keys for your studio. 2 papers for the EDV (and it is not the end-diastolic volume in cardiovascular physiology, it’s just the electric distributor / power and water supply here in France), 1 for the school, 1 for the video libraries, 2 for the library, and 4 for the social assurance and after all this stuff someone want to tell me that my signature is still valid.

I mean I have undersigned here since 15 days more than 40 times, in Sarajevo for my Visa over 25 times, and it is my 4th Visa, for all necessary stuff there also around 100 times??? After this signature if the devil arrived and ask for me signature it will be ridicules. So what should we do?

Let’s sing a song, be happy, and ignore all this grown world, stop to look the news, drink Coca Cola and enjoy the life like the life that it should be… Paradise with vanilla sky, flowers and all the cliché we used in our imagination witch is crowded with some classic Hollywood scenarios.


Friday, October 20, 2006

Hell on earth


I came to the point where I really have to decide not to watch or to read any news more! What is happened with the almost good news in the world, or are we now in such a fu*king situation that there is nothing good going on outside. I can’t believe it. And I will not believe in such a lie like I look all the time on TV. We live in the time where the information are the most important and stupid things in the world. The grown calculate with numbers, make a lot of green, blue, and red colored paper, what after they changed for something to wear, to eat, to ride on it. And to make more colored papers (called money) they use information. Information as a concept bears a diversity of meanings, from everyday usage to technical settings. Generally speaking, the concept of information is closely related to notions of the few following things: constraint, communication, control, data, form, instruction, knowledge, meaning, mental stimulus, pattern, perception, and representation. Wow… How important this sounds. But do we really need all this information. They are so real and useful like the colored papers when you are somewhere alone on an island. Or do you think things just disappeared when we stop speaking about it. OH NO!!! Fucking world order – BSE happens few months, the whole British Island have problems with millions of kilo of cow meat, but we still go to McDos`, eat hamburger, and there is no more any cow in the world with BSE… Bin Laden is lost, The weapons of Sadam are somewhere in Nevada (they just didn’t manage it to bring it to Iraq before they get in… AIDS, no more a problem today, let’s take some pills and it’s gone. And if you are not an African it is not dangerous for you any more. What is with the birth flow? All the birds promised they will take more aspirin and they will try not to be in contact with the whole chicken “house family” or other animals from our farms. Good news, in Germany there are now around 7 - 9 % people who wants to vote for the NDP. Or was it the NPD??? China is buying the whole company name world from Europe, in Australia some kind of virus killed over 10 000 Dingoes, but who cares. If we don’t speak about it, it will be gone.

I need some channels with reports about good stuff… In Kentucky farmer Jim bred the world’s biggest boysenberry, and he called her Anna. Somewhere on the Maluku Islands a guy with the name Buru like one of the Maluku islands Buru won the Indonesian conquest in crochet and the prize was 5.000 rupiah (IDR) donate from the capital city of the Maluku Islands (Ambon city), in Poland a not known writer received the golden quill with his history book about the Jagiellon dynasty and how Poland forged an alliance with its neighbor Lithuania and at least but not lest in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC, sometimes also referred to as DR Congo or in French RDC), or Congo-Kinshasa they discovered the bones of David Livingstone. Before they thought that he died there, in Chief Cazembe's village on the southern shores of Lake Bangweulu (now in Zambia), on 1 May 1873 from malaria and internal bleeding caused by dysentery. His body, carried over a thousand miles by his loyal attendants Chuma and Susi, was returned to Britain for burial in Westminster Abbey. But the new news open new discussions about the very interesting topic who is buried in Westminster Abbey ???

We have enough problems, small problems, intimae problems with us and the world, we don’t need some actual information that only let space for fear, loathing, forlornness and the question do we already lives in the hell??? Let’s enjoy and drink Coca Cola and make them much more rich and make them more popular than the word OK!

Me against the world - Part ONE

Our world is such a big planet in this small universe - The term universe has a variety of meanings, based on the context in which it is used. In strictly physical terms, the total universe is the summation of all matter that exists and the space in which all events occur or could occur. But the humans "bureaucracy" have a different point of view.

So what do we need to survive in this small universe on our big planet??? Let`s take a look -

01. An identity document (also known as I.D. or ID) is a piece of documentation designed to verify aspects of a person's identity. The whole IDEA of Big brother! If an identity document is in the form of a small standard-sized card, such as an ISO 7810 card, it is called an identity card. The next step will probably be a digital chip transplanted somewhere in our body, few seconds after our birth.

Maybe also before!!!! We will find it out, probably soon!


02. A passport is a travel document issued by a national government that usually identifies the bearer as a national of the issuing state and requests that the bearer be permitted to enter and pass through other countries.

(Probably it don’t work always :)

03. A visa (short for the Latin carta visa, lit. "the document having been seen") is a document issued by a country giving a certain individual permission to formally request entrance to the country during a given period of time and for certain purposes. Most countries require possession of a valid visa as a condition of entry for foreigners, though there exist exemption schemes. Visas are typically stamped or attached into the recipient's passport, or are sometimes issued as separate pieces of paper.

So if we have all this documents we can travel over the whole world - of course not. If you want to travel the whole world you need a ID, Passport not from my country and enough place for Visas if it is the case and you have a Bosnian Passport. In this situation you will probably need to get your Visa following attestations:
- Where you will live (Contract with the studio/flat owner)
- Someone who guarantee for you financially (with a government stamp, that proof that this person has the possibility to guarantee for you).
- incl. copy of his ID card
- A birth certificate to proof that you are really outside!!! (don´ t ask of what?)
- A very good reason with attestations why you want to go to this country, where, how long???
- and photos (but they have the very specific way how you have to look on it (not the same color of your clothes and the background, the head must be over 75% of all photo, the eyes open, but not too much, no smile, don` t look to sad, no shine on your face and the photo must be scan-system adapted).
- Attestations about where Your parents work (do you have parents), what they are, how many money they received...


After having this few papers you need some stamps, bill that you have pay your Visa and You are ready for go. Than when You arrived it is just few papers more that You need for your permission to stay:
- simple formulas
- 3 photos
- all the original papers that you had to leave in your county because they needed it for the Visa (of course they have told you that your Visa is the proof that you have all this documents, but here in the other country they say, oh no! we need this papers, your Visa could be printed
out on your computer - BUT HOW SHOULD I PASS THE BORDER!!!!WITH MY OWN PRINTED VISA???)
- A bank account (but to open one, you need your permission to stay, now it start to be interesting).
- Some attestations that proof why you are here (in my case a student card or a certificate from school)

Than you can ask for the permission, pay the tax and wait few months until they will make it and hope that your VISA will be long enough valid until you receive your Permission staying - card.

About the contract of your lodging, the bank account, the health insurance, the contract with the agency for electric distribution and other important things in our world I will write more - soon!

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

godine kurcu prolaze!!!

I am since 50 minutes very appalled by the rendition French vision of organisation and grapevine of information. And grapevine is not A vine on which grapes grow. It can be but in this case it is the inoffitial passing on of informations . Godine kurcu prolaze and what I am doing? French officialdom*
* Officialdom or Bureaucracy is a concept in sociology and political science referring to the way that the administrative execution and enforcement of legal rules is socially organized. This office organization is characterized by standardized procedure (rule-following), formal division of responsibility, hierarchy, and impersonal relationships.

Do You want to know what it is in real??? It is wasting of time, nerves and common sense!

"ich mein für so ’n Text hier verschwend ich ’n Abend, ich könnt ficken, fernsehen, mich richtig voll fressen, stattdessen schieb ichs den Franzosen und hör Sachen die mich stressen...

a godine Kurcu prolaze
... - Google it!

So it is really good that we have authors like Stephen Clark to explain us why the French way of sharing the information about/ throught/ of and around the officialdom are so abortive.

My second home

It s not like my residence here in Avignon, but I think it could be okey for a while!

A home is a place where a person or family lives, (probably not all the time!) perhaps spends much of their time, or where a person is comfortable being. While a house (or other residential dwelling) is often referred to as a home, the concept of "home" is broader than a physical dwelling.Home is often a place of refuged safety, where worldly cares fade and the things and people that one loves becomes the focus. Many people think of home in terms of where they grew up, or a time rather than a place.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Let me tell You a story

My comments on Martins blog...for just one post???

See the original post of Martino klick HERE!
Dzenan said... http://www.homemade-labor.ch/weblog/archives/2006/01/index.html
and http://lunapark6.com/?p=973
To the topic about OBSCURA ( and I really liked this cams) the links below can tell you more and intrs. things...Not so much about teddys or the she-psyhology and the conection about...etc / you know what I mean 10:26 PM - few years ago
Dzenan said... 2 topic:
KNOCKPOLSE or HARD SMOKED DANISH SAUSAGE For this recipe, use 21 pounds of beef, 12 pounds each of veal and pork and 5 pounds of porkfat cut into small dice, 1 1/4 pounds of salt, 30 grams powdered saltpeter, 15 grams ground nutmeg, 20 grams each of ground cinnamon and ginger, 60 grams ground white pepper, 4 garlic cloves and 4 small shallots finely grated. First chop beef and veal together half fine, then add the pork and finish chopping till fine, adding the seasonings towards the finish; then thoroughly work in the pork fat cut in small dice. Place the meat in the sausage filler and fill into hog casings, tying in 6 inch lengths, meat NOT to be filled too tightly. When filled, hang to dry for a day and smoke in warm smoke. Boil for eating hot or cold. 10:26 PM

DzenanDzenan said... Bonne AP! Cheers and "skoul????" 10:27 PM

DzenanDzenan said... Ach du alter Schweede...hast nix zu meinem neuen Bild gepostet.. 9:45 AM
DzenanDzenan said... Also irgendwie fuehre ich hier selbstgespraeche auf deinem Blog??? 3:15 PM
DzenanDzenan said... Na Dzenan heute schon etwas auf Martin Blog gepostet (Commentare oder so??) 10:59 AM
DzenanDzenan said... No eigentlich noch nicht, aber spaeter vielleicht. Was machst du denn so? Etwas von Martin gehoert??? 10:59 AM
DzenanDzenan said... EIgentlich nicht, entweder haben sie ihn und Dafit in den Kerker gesperrt oder er ist jetzt verheiratet mit Frau Sanna Joormann die erste und sie planen gerade ganz viele Kinder, ein weisses Haus mit garten und gruenem ZAun..Na ja bis bald..wenn sich Martin meldet, sag bescheid..Dz 11:01 AM
DzenanDzenan said... Jo..werd ich machen und viel Spass in Avignon..gruesse auch an Milan, denn du heute gesehen hasst da er noch keine Wohnung in Montpellier gefunden hat und nun bei Anne wohnt..Caos 11:02 AM
DzenanDzenan said... Da ich sehe das ihr alle schwarz-weiss fotos habt..hmm brauche ich nun auch eines???? 11:04 AM
DzenanDzenan said... here the link - PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
where you can download some books and 2 or 3 there inside are from dostojevsi (like idiot)..
The password is www.projectw.org 11:16 AM
DzenanDzenan said... Na Dzenan wie geht s denn so???langsam fange ich an mir sorgen um Martino zu machen???don t worry...it s not so long time ago he wrote...it s because you are in avignon and thee the time pass slowely..
Martin say something!!!!4:59 AM