Goth kultura 2

Nije da nisam, ali ne bih da se hvalim :) Mnogo zavisi od toga kako neko shvata umetnost. Lichno volim i romaniku i gotiku u arhitekturi i slikarstvu sredneg veka, samo shto me gothika malo vishe privlachi. A ovo poslednje- gothic s kraja XX veka- nije tesno povezan, ali jeste povezan sa srednjim vekom, s tim shto ima i nekih novatorskih stvari. Da, svidja mi se i to- bar shto se tiche muzike, oblachenja i shminkanja. Dopadaju mi se i neke slike u tom fazonu, a i poznajem neke takve ljude ( takozvane Gothe) i mogu reci da svet uglavno ima pogreshnu predstavu o njima.

Sad ne bih da se vadim, ali i to što kažeš...ne treba imati izvesne predrasude...ali ukusi su različiti...pozdr
 
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Gothi (ili gothichari) ga obozavaju:

ANNABEL LEE
by Edgar Allan Poe
1849

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!–that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling–my darling–my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
 
Bila je davno serija "Nestašne godine", to ste sigurno gledali, i tu se šetala neka likuša koja je furala gotik stajl...
Recimo da je hmm čudna....Povučena, bavi se magijom, sva u crnom, ne zeza se i ne smeje, baca chini, ima neke čudne fraze:???:....e tu sam prvi put to videla, i to je taj prvi utisak o tome, mislim takvim ljudima, a kasnije nisam bila zainteresovana za to...Gotiku nikada nismo pominjali, a kad si već spomenula romantiku, e o tome baš sad pričamo u školi...

Zvala se nesto na T,Tea ili tako nesto...Bas je bila lik...:)I bila je stvarno lepa.Ne stoji goth izgled svakome, a njoj bas jeste...
 
Gothi (ili gothichari) ga obozavaju:

ANNABEL LEE
by Edgar Allan Poe
1849

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!–that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling–my darling–my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


Ne bi verovala koliko tek ''Gavrana'' vole...:)
 

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