ZA/UM: Andres Aule: Taevas ja sina

Friday, November 18, 2011

Andres Aule: Taevas ja sina

TAEVAS JA SINA

seintele settinud sädemed
hetkedest millal maailm on muutund
akendel peegeldub
linna punane kuma

tahaksid veel seda tunnet
kus kõigest saab kiirus?
paratamatult
just nagu lootus
just nagu viirus

kirjutasin su nime
soovin et oleksid ära
minul on vaja
su kaugust ja ilu

tundmatu avatud raamat
asjad ei ole
nad ainult näivad
lahti ja kinni
su käte all käivad

LINNA PUNANE KUMA hallikal seinal
on punase tule peegeldus foorist
mitte siin kõrval rohtunud aias õitsevad moonid
need öösel ei paista

libiseb sõna kui liblikas mida
keegi ei öelnud
peegeldus foorist

endine karjamaa varemalt mets veel varemalt meri
siin kohas on jäljetut tooni

enam ei sõidagi bussiga nii
et tuhandeis tubades
lummaks mu pilku
kutsuv ja kustuv
hõbejas valgus

sest

LUULE ON KUTSE
kus pole kirjas
lipsu värvi
ega palvet vastata

elu kutse
mille ma kirjutan ise
üles ja alla

kohale minna ei tohi

murtud nurgaga kaarti
jätta ei või

tekstid: Andres Aule

fotod: md

11 kommentaari:

Aleksander RostovNovember 21, 2011 8:01 PM
Õujee, küljendustiim shines again! Suht kõva kroomikõrvetus, vaata kuidas pildid keskmises tulbas on ja puha, see on html, vot mis ta on.

html baby.
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Aleksander RostovNovember 21, 2011 8:03 PM
See keskmine foto on väga El "L" Lissitzky goes to Tallinn ja muljetavaldav fotosaavutus, seda ei juhtu väga tihti et fotosaavutus muljet avaldab. ZA/UM hoarding the kõva.
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sadistNovember 21, 2011 10:23 PM
Ülilahedad ülesvõtted!
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MudlumNovember 21, 2011 11:18 PM
Tekstiosa ei ole pildilisest osast sugugi nõrgem ehk siis luutetus on KÕVA!
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Markus DaanielNovember 22, 2011 1:19 PM
Rõõm kuulda, et meeldib :)
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Janno LepindNovember 22, 2011 7:38 PM
Eelmine piltide järjestus töötas jumala šhefilt, ma hooga vaatasin et sinise taeva ning keskmise pildi asemel on üks tervikpilt. Ülišheff pilt oleks olnud.
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Carolina PihelgasNovember 22, 2011 9:12 PM
Minu jaoks töötavad just need tekstid ülihästi, siin on kergust ja sügavust, kaugust ja ilu. Mul on hästi hea meel, et Aule luuletusi avaldamiseks saatis. Väga ootaks ka uut raamatut! Millal 0-0 ilmus, 2000?

Igaks juhuks ütlen, et originaalis on kõik tekstid vasakule joondatud. See on pisut paratamatu, et luuletused kõnelevad teistsuguses kujunduses pisut erinevalt, aga sellised muundumised on samal ajal ka huvitavad. Ehk ka autorile.

Fotod proovisin valida Aule tekste illustreerima, MD on muidugi suurepärane nagu ikka.
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JaanusApril 17, 2012 4:51 PM
Hei! Kas keegi oskab mind aidata Andres Aule kontaktidega - olen tema vana sõber ja otsin teda seoses ühe muusikalise projektiga taga! Äkki teab keegi Andrese meiliaadressi või - veel parem! - tema tel.numbrit? Minu meil on hamarsoo@gmail.com / nr. 5073855
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JaanusApril 17, 2012 4:51 PM
Hei! Kas keegi oskab mind aidata Andres Aule kontaktidega - olen tema vana sõber ja otsin teda seoses ühe muusikalise projektiga taga! Äkki teab keegi Andrese meiliaadressi või - veel parem! - tema tel.numbrit? Minu meil on hamarsoo@gmail.com / nr. 5073855
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AnonymousApril 17, 2012 6:19 PM
Edastasin kommentaari Aulele, nüüd ta võib vastata, kui ta soovib.
MLj.
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Robert KurvitzApril 18, 2012 12:44 PM
Viimane võimalus öelda, mis eelmine kord ütlemata jäi - ilgelt šefid tekstid on. Veidi vähem küberpunk kui harjumuspärane Aule - kui nii vüib öelda mehe kohta, kelle tekste on niigi räigelt liiga vähe liikvel - mingeid vanamoodsaid elemente on sisse tulnud, aga need on maitsekad. Ja kõigi kolme viimased read omavad seda sama kummalist pööret, mis Aule ikka tekstide lõppu paneb. Mis on ka põhjus, miks ta on mu top kolmes luuletajas üldse. Gary's Greatest Poets Of All Time. Ma ei tea, kuidas ta seda teeb? Võibolla ta on lihtsalt geniaalne ökonoom, mõtleb ühe eriti hea koha välja ja kui tekst valmis, monteerib selle lõppu, et mõju tuleks eriti ilmsiks?

Okei, see oli pigem huumorina mõeldud või nii. Aga jah, äss tekst, äss tekst ja veel üks äss tekst. Kahju ainult, et me meistrile nii palju peavalu tekitasime oma saamatu küljendustööga. Loodame, et see ebameeldiv kogemus ei tähenda, et nüüd peab järgmist seeriat veel hea kümme aastat ootama.

PS Aga kui uhke ma enda üle olin, kui me need avaldamiseks saime?!

Väga
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