Поетика на вещите

Много често по повод Далчевата поезия се говори за "предметност" н - както вече споменахме - за "философски" идеи. Тук ще обвържем тези две критически обобщения. Всъщност става дума за това, как предметната образност участва в изграждането на основни внушения.
В ранните творби е налице едно интересно съжителство на образа на вещите и образа на човека. Тук вещта не е "пасивна" подробност, тя е винаги знаково натоварена, метафизично "напрегната". Показателен пример е стихотворението "Болница". За да изрази страданието и отчаянието, поетът така "композира" предметите в болничната стая, че те поемат ролята на психологически "коментатори" за трагизма на ситуацията. Основната задача не "вещта" е да съдейства за осмислянето на човека като времево същество, което е непрестанно държано на границата между живота и смъртта. Затова е налице и едно демонизиране, диаболизиране на всекидневния вещен свят. Какво означава това? Означава, че вещите са такив поетически знаци, които носят внушенията за измамност и привидност на съществуването, за всевластието на смъртта....

из учебника ми по литература...

The face will be revealed...

увеличете си тонколоните за Scissor Sisters - Lights (Live)

No pussyfootin' or that look of surprise
Can't hide the holes in your eyes or cover up that bitter smile
All the birds can see that you're heading south
That mirror deep in your mouth reflects you running on for miles

When you cut the lights out think of me
When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see
But are they real?
That face will be revealed

Nobody's callin' that payphone in your mind
I wonder just what they find but that line's busy all the time
I ain't got nothing by your seed on my face
You'll put them babies to waste without your finger in the pie

When you cut the lights out think of me
When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see
But are they real?
That face will be revealed

My mama told me one thing I'll remember till I die
The one you want the most will be the one that you defy
The times they're gonna love you
Like stitches in the scar
You can never run from trouble
'Cause there ain't no place that far

When you cut the lights out think of me
When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see
But are they real?
That face will be revealed

Face To Face

oho face to face now
face to face now
oho face to face now
oho face to face now
face to face now
oho face to face now

What's going on ?
Could this be my understanding
It's not your fault I was being too demanding
I must admit it's my pride that made me distant
All because I hoped that you'd be someone different
There's not much I know about you
Fear will always make you blind
But the answer is in clear view
It's amazing what you'll find face to face

I turned away because I thought you were the problem
Tried to forget until I hit the bottom
But when I faced you in my blank confusion
I realized you weren't wrong, it was a mere illusion
It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
when you finally get involved face to face

oho face to face now
face to face now
oho face to face now
oho face to face now
face to face now
oho face to face now

It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
when you finally get involved face to face

От другата страна

If it takes another life
I'll wait for you
On the other side
Everything that comes to me
As good
Belongs to you
I'll count our blessings as I
Wait for you
On the other side
Good luck and I will see you through

Отново темата за смъртта в този цитат... сякаш тя е някакъв разделител в нашия живот, а от другата страна идва рая/ада, където "ще се чакаме"... дори и да отнеме цял живот, за да се събереш с някого в Отвъдното.

Това, което дължим на умрелите е не само уважение, но и почит за техните деяния преживе, още повече, че им дължим толкова много неща, които са ни дали...

Tracy Thorn of "Everything But The Girl"

Just this once
Let me tell you you’re the sweetest thing
The love in every song I sing
The music in my ears and everything
Happiness writes white
Maybe that isn’t true tonight
And things you know you might forget
And other things I haven’t told you yet

Close your eyes
Count to ten
Turn around
Back again
Hit the floor
Then once more
I’m still here

And it’s all true
And it’s all true

We don’t need any kind of big parade
Just this once a little serenade

To celebrate this love we’ve made
We don’t need
Don’t need a big fanfare
This is just my heart laid bare
For anyone who might care

Go away
Round the world
Talk to all kinds of girls
But it’s me you won’t find
And you’re mine

Close your eyes
Count to ten
Turn around
Back again
Hit the floor
Then once more
I’m still here

And it’s all true, and it’s all true, do you feel it too?
And it’s all true, and its all true, tell me do you feel it too?