Zoran Kostić Cane, frontman of "Partibrejkers", presented his poetry book "Crosswords" today at the International Podgorica Book and Education Fair.
That promotion was like many things, but definitely not the form of such an event, limited by presentation and a pre-conceived concept. Those present enjoyed Cane's presentation, speech, rhymes, reflections, attitudes, rhythm... There were also those who distracted attention on a couple of occasions, which Cane insightfully commented on.
Video: Jelena Kontic
Jelena Krsmanović, acting as moderator, introduced the popular Canet to the audience, who soon took over the microphone and did not let go for the next half hour, while the audience swallowed the words as a kind of guide to life.
"In a time when books are read less and less, at least they say, and photographed more and more often, Cane offers crosswords that are not for crossing with a pencil, but for breaking one's own beliefs. At this Fair, between selfies with writers and the smell of new paper that reminds us of not reading, we meet an author whose sentences often sound brutally honest, to the point of rejection, but they aim for the truth, which is why they are like that... 'Crosswords' is neither a novel, nor a confession, nor a manifesto, it is a thinking polygon for readers who are ready to admit that they may be wrong... We live in a time where paradoxical situations are increasingly common, so today you will not meet people in the park sitting on a bench, lying on the grass and reading a book, but you will see cars parked in parks and green spaces...", said Krsmanović, and then Cane interrupted her and started to speak, and Vijesti is reporting his words in the original and in full, because otherwise the meaning, atmosphere and rhythm would suffer.
"No, we will see people who are thoughtful, confused, thinking about the next installments of the loans they took out and where it is all leading them and how much time they have for themselves. Hardly anyone reads poetry these days. It is possible that they will catch a break for a hot meal or have some free 15 minutes and simply dial something on the phone that reminds them of something when they were alive, when they were not just producers and fulfillers of other people's ideas. When they were not focused on other people's desires, when they lived more relaxed and cheerfully... When they could even be grateful for life... They could be grateful for life, simply because it is good to them, which gives them the opportunity to breathe more freely and normally and not think about everything that life has in store for them.
And life often prepares for you to be gone.
Many books are published, few are read. So, the devaluation of words. So, we need to use these words to restore the truth. We need to restore fullness. The meaning of existence. Words serve that purpose, and unfortunately, they turn the truth into a commonplace. So, to make all things that are false irrelevant, to demagnetize them, because this is the time of suggestion and persuasion. The time of last thoughts that should become first.
You see... Someone has better things to do. Who knows who he lives for, with his back turned to life...
It's about a person not having time for themselves. They shrug off all responsibility, they are offended by their own truth.
In this collection, there is no room for anything other than confronting oneself. So, like when I sit down in front of a blank sheet of paper and then concentrate on catching some connection with the heavens, to be some kind of conductor, to be some kind of protected witness, to be able to implement some concept, to design it, to turn it into some kind of true statement of some of my interior, some of my internal organs, some cutting, some things that have happened or that will happen. Because, as we know, many poems are written in advance and then the more time passes, the more meaningful they become through their realization... Like poems that have looked into the future.
Nothing can stand in front of the song. That's it. Song, where are we?
Meaning and nonsense.
Addressing one man. Addressing humanity through him. Concentration on one's own existence, because man is defocused, demagnetized. That's why he uses those words, that marketing to explain and embellish his emptiness and powerlessness.
Consumer society, materialism and all that. And the idea is above all. And if we know what that idea is, we have an advantage over the rest of the quantity, over the rest of the commotion of the local population in which we live, the environment that wants to silence us. The environment that wants to exclude us from its distribution, because everything is an interest. Everything is the line of least resistance. Not being who you are. Not finding out what you are. Entering the whole, the system, the quantity. Because if you say who you are, you have to stand behind it. If you show yourself, you have to exist, wherever you are, and that is difficult in this time that knits mediocrity to everyone... Build them those shopping malls, artificial intelligence, plastic surgery, generously help them not to be who they are.
And then there is always, by some divine providence, a small number of people who cannot be that. What is offered - they do not accept. For the simple reason, because life is a compromise, but only up to a point. Until that compromise goes to identity and integrity and existence itself, because we are always looking for those static points, because our existence is questioned day by day.
Those poems were written years ago. The stinking corona came. An artificial state caused by an artificial disease. Laboratory destruction and enslavement of man. And then it was as if we saw what we had. We entered those drawers, those folders, we entered the rows of those poems, those verses that were looking for their own threads, to make some kind of home, to make something, some poem in which you can feel the music, the rhythm, that has breathing. These are just intimate confessions of one man in a given moment, his concentration, his depersonalization, abandoning himself, getting involved in something, in the search for meaning...
Because, as we know, man is born to search for himself while going through a bunch of lies.
I like rhymes, but they don't hurt the meaning. Because with those rhymes we can always say the most serious things in the easiest way. So, whoever wants to understand, let them follow them.
I'm glad that this book resonated with some people, not just because it was written by a singer there. So, it's not just because of that. People, as always, found in those songs, as well as those that were written before and that were sung, proof that everything is fine with them. Because, usually, whoever stands out is rejected by the environment. Society kicks him to pieces.
Whoever disagrees, stinks, in this environment that applauds nonsense.
Because, it's just a question of the quantity of creators, the relationship of the creator to that one mass, to one mush, to one deformity. I mean, we can look at things as if a man is in over his head... He does everything to eat. He does many things that he didn't want to do, but he has to do. So, he has a wife, he has children, those unpaid installments.
He lives on credit and dies on installments. And he waits for someone to understand him, why is it like that...
And then again we have a certain percentage of people who are satisfied with life, grateful. They found in some things, in some beautiful morning, they found windows of satisfaction as soon as they opened their eyes. Although things that we thought we were leaving behind always await us, just because we will enter sleep and not think about them for a while, they await us, but again we gain the immunity of our consciousness, of our presence. People normally live, as we know, we are aware of all this, when we pass by the kiosk, when we turn on the televisions, many are in these networks, caught up and can't get anywhere.
Our children have been kidnapped from us. Their brains are being kneaded and shaped by technological janissaries. They are given certain themes so that they can more easily control and follow them throughout their lives. So, there are no surprises. Surprise is being eliminated. As is another thing called intuition.
We, in fact, have to be puppets of some harmful mastermind.
First, people are interested in money. And then they make money. So what will they do? Then they want to rule over other people, to manage their lives... Because as we know, those who don't have their own lives need someone else's. That is, to be little gods, masters of the earth. And then they do everything to introduce an unchangeable state. They don't care about other people. That is why this poetry always addresses someone - to tell them: Everything is fine. You didn't break up. You didn't break up because you think about yourself, because you have shame, embarrassment, fear, that you are afraid, that you love, that you have all the things that are destined to be passé in this time, or that they determine the weak character of your being, that is, a matter of the heart, a matter of the soul, a matter of all emotions that someone from some dark office will say: This is the weakness of a man who we cannot count on, but we can use him until he is 53. And then we will fire him. Fire him. Officially. And we will hire younger people. We will pay them less, and the same process will go through.
So, just notice life, be relaxed, get to know yourself. Okay, there are many things in us that our being is afraid of, because every person thinks they are better than they are. They would like to live according to their own image, according to something they like.
Under the neon, it makes a face while carrying out its photosynthesis.
So, he puts a cardboard crown on his head and wants to be remembered that way - as he sees himself now. But, as we know, the less he is worth, the more a person raises his price. To himself. And just when he thinks he is someone, life puts him... in his place. Now, whether he likes it or not, he will see. He will see when he experiences that situation, and we all experience the same situation. Every person experiences the same thing, it's just how he reacts to it that sets him apart.
Birth and death are the same for all of us, and the things in between are stories of where we were, while we were alive.
We die while fighting for immortality, we will live in what we create.
You should always find time for your life. Because we are advised to vegetate, until we wither, until we disappear and others take our place.
Of course, even after us, this poor planet will continue to spin. So, with your life you should be on it, with your death you should be on it. Because, as we know, death is a transport to eternal life. We need to know that this horizontal that they recommend to us every day, that it is not everything, that it is only half the story, that there is some vertical.
The idea of salvation changes us all. To know that even our effort that we put in, why it is necessary, why it is like that, why we suffer in life. To understand why we suffer. So, things are very simple and clear. Whoever refuses to see life that way, complicates it. Both for themselves and for others.
Again we come to that word - facing yourself. Either you will be the master of your life or just a slave, a tourist. A renter of your life, for a certain group that you will spend on earth, without thinking about what awaits you and being convinced that everything in this life is what others tell you. So, it suggests how much someone is worth. Someone's priority is in relation to someone else's life. But that's not the case. So, the art of persuasion, we live in it, that marketing. Evil that always seeks, every day, to present itself differently, and the truth is waiting for us somewhere, on the side, always. Just as some false light attracts us first, and the real one seems to be blinking somewhere and being a little ashamed. Whoever wants to, can see it too, it's very simple. Everything I'm talking about is in this book. The relationship towards the people we spent our lives with. The relationship towards parents who are no longer alive. Attitude towards eternal topics... Since the topics here now are what's on sale in stores, what we can buy, which fakes we think are originals.
Whoever likes it, go ahead. Crosswords. Maybe you'll find some meaning. But, above all, this is a book to support you in your life. You don't have to read it from start to finish. You can open it wherever you want. It can always be at hand somewhere. You don't have to think about me while you're reading this. That's how it should be. But what you've read should be for you.
Songs have to be true. They're the only ones that continue to live through time. So, we're back. Evil, marketing, new fashion, try this, try that.
Everything that is fashionable goes away quickly.
All those things that are related to truth, to honesty, to a smile, to some good banter, to some good vibes..., you noticed that there were no good jokes anymore, you noticed that it had all somehow turned upside down.
Constant worry, constant panic, they keep you on edge. In their synthetic thinking. Because there are people who make time accelerate, which is done only so that a person can't actually think about themselves, meaning that they are given some tasks that aren't even important. To separate a person from themselves. To isolate them. To isolate them and thus make it easier to manage them.
What is the ultimate goal? Reading from the head. The easiest way to read from the head is like this. By telling you what you're going to think about. To make it easier to follow you. A man is just a machine for fulfilling other people's wishes. And then, when his working hours are over, alone, empty and tired, he goes home to lie down, to rest and to experience full optimal working capacity to please his boss the next day..."
Cane spoke, and the audience listened attentively, wanted more, and applauded three times, and then had the privilege of hearing selected poetry.
Freedom, knowledge and love
When asked by moderator Jelena Krsmanović what kind of ancestors we are to our descendants, Cane replied:
"It depends on the amount of our courage. On the amount of our own corruption. To the brave everything, to the cowards what is left."
Heaven loves heroes. It calls them to itself above, so that they will not be tarnished below. Those bright examples will always shine, even if they darken from constant use. But always that heroism, that heart that we show during our lives, that there was a living man, who paid for his freedom. Because we always pay for our freedom. We always pay with our lives to be free. The ideal of freedom must always lead you to think about it, and we constantly live imprisoned by some of our desires, our interests and by how much we have agreed to live without ourselves. A person always gives up parts of his life, like an organism that you have, you cut something off of it, but it gets used to living without that cut part…”, said the artist, and then paused:
"Have we overstepped the mark? Telling people how to live? Well, it's not bad that we overstepped the mark...", he concluded and said:
"So, people, knowledge is everything, love is even more!".
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