The Official Website of Marcel Anicic

2016 – In Memoriam

Point of View

The protagonist is instructed in the meaning of life and universe through lessons/conversations in religion, philosophy, history, environmentalism, sexuality, ambition and morality.


Don’t Turn On The Light

Still unconvinced and prefering the darkness over the light, the protagonist starts seeking refuge in the fading love of dying things in a dying world. However, the voice of the mother returns to encourage and lead him towards the light.


Open Door

The mother instructs the returning prodigal son on the paths of righteousness, origins and nature of life, meaning of love, search for truth and forgiveness.


Turn the Other Cheek

Son reflects on the Messiah and the Christ figures in his life in the last attempt to discredit their sacrifice and compassion, before finally wowing to submit to God’s wisdom and follow in their footsteps himself.


Laura’s Dream

The dream of unity and love turns into a nightmare of separation and suffering. The cries are rising from the bitter land towards His ears…


Surrender

Temptation comes in the sweetest moments singing in the sweetest voice – darkness parading as light.


Midnight Bells

Death comes in the midnight hour, and after death – lament…

Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Only there is shadow under this rock,
Come in under the shadow of this red rock,
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Oed’ und leer das Meer.
(T.S. Eliot, Wasteland)


Where Are You Now?

Doubt is a harsh enemy – the last temptation of a tortured soul.


Love is Just a Word

Numb and hopeless in the immense loss and death, the protagonist resigns himself to solitude and cynicism, coldness of heart and hopeless life, seeking safety in violence and indifference.


Goodbye

The love of the mother comes back even from beyond the fallen world to remind the protagonist of the ways of the truth, light, love, forgiveness and righteousness. And with that the hope returns as well.


Mother’s Touch

Quelquefois sur ma tête, elle met ses mains pures,
Blanches, ainsi que des frissons blancs de guipures.
Elle m’embrasse au front, me parle tendrement,
D’une voix au son d’or, mélancoliquement.
Elle a les yeux couleur de ma vague chimère,
Ô toute poésie, ô toute extase, ô mère!
À l’autel de ses pieds, je l’honore en pleurant,
Je suis toujours petit pour elle, quoique grand.

Sometimes on my head, she puts her hands pure,
White as white chisels of guipures.
She kisses me on the forehead, speaks to me tenderly,
In a golden voice, melancholy.
She has eyes the colour of my vague chimera,
O all poetry, O all ecstasy, O mother!
At the altar of her feet I honour her with tears,
I am always a small child for her, however big.
(Emile Nelligan, Ma Mère)


In Memoriam

In memoriam.
Mojoj majci…