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  • jasminatesanovic 12:29 on 29/12/2017 Permalink |  

    New Year #Metoo 

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    A friend asked me to follow the flow, and write this text #metoo. Cavafi, the Greek poet who lived all his life by the sea and wrote about everything but the sea, before dying he said: Let me too say something about the sea.

    The sea is too big a topic for literature, just like the oceanic scale of harassment, stalking and rape.

    All my life I’ve been thinking about the oppression of women, writing about it, acting out. I am a feminist activist: sexual harassment was one reason I became one. Nobody is born a feminist.

    But my point of view, even after many years and much female experience, was never the view of a victim. I still forbid myself to think in that way. Especially after bearing witness, and writing down the stories of women raped in war-crimes in former Yugoslavia. It was their brave testimonies that helped…

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  • jasminatesanovic 10:38 on 28/11/2017 Permalink |  

    About Utopias 

  • jasminatesanovic 09:02 on 24/11/2017 Permalink |  

    The Sentence: Ratko Mladic 

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    Charles Manson, world-famous cult leader and serial killer,  died yesterday in a prison in California, after a life sentence.   Ratko Mladic, Balkan war criminal, just received a life sentence in The Hague today. 

    The two men had some commonalities, although they would  likely never recognize their brotherhood, since they were from alien cultures and had differing philosophies about murder.  Their common trait was to see their victims as less than human, and themselves as godlike saviors.  They felt no guilt before or after their killings, no sense of empathy for those they killed, and no sense of moral duty towards those who were in society, outside their own tight group.   Also, they both had the sensational charisma of killers in a Netflix serial.

    In Serbia, it’s rather common to see Mladic exalted as a protector of Christianity from an onrushing Muslim jihad.   Mladic as a Crusader general…

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  • jasminatesanovic 08:51 on 22/10/2017 Permalink |  

    SKC 1978: Those were my Sony Days 

  • jasminatesanovic 08:51 on 22/10/2017 Permalink |  

    Tito’s Funeral 1980 

  • jasminatesanovic 10:16 on 19/10/2017 Permalink |  

    My Life Without Me 

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    my book…in English

    I My Life Without Me

    To My Late Father and  Fatherland

    To Gojko and Yugoslavia

    1. My Mother

    Where was I when it all started? In the hospital, some fifty years ago, but not in the delivery ward, where most children get their umbilical cords cut.  No, I was in the cancer ward, where my mother worked.  She was a cancer ward pediatrician, and that night, the 7th of March, after a long game of cards with her friends, she went to work on her night shift.

    You must understand that my late Mom was a historical communist, one of those who risked her life when she was seventeen for ideals of justice and truth.  An activist pediatrician she chose to work at the toughest places, with dying children alone in the ward without their own parents.  My mother was all they had, and she loved them…

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  • jasminatesanovic 11:03 on 27/09/2017 Permalink |  

    Mary’s Frankenstein; Less and More than Human 

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    Less than Human, More than Human

    Mary Shelley had four children and buried three as infants. Her last son Percy survived her and died of old age. But Frankenstein, her ultimate creation, has lived on. Her literary science fictional monster child became a myth, an aspiration, an ambition and even somewhat a reality in the past 200 years.

    Mary Shelley’s “less than human being” became a superhuman cultural talisman, a fictional monster of godlike immortality. It would probably shock and appal her to find her shocking and appalling invention so native and normalized in our epoch, and I doubt that her fame as a horror writer would appease and content her as a thinker, author, as a woman and a loving bereaving mother.

    Not every corpse struck by a lightning becomes a Frankenstein, but a writer’s intuitive talent can become her shambling heritage whether she wants it, or knows it…

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  • jasminatesanovic 10:13 on 17/09/2017 Permalink |  

    IoWT: Internet of Women Things 

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    Internet of Women Things site where we post our things from all over the world, welcome girlsIoWT poster smallIoWT

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  • jasminatesanovic 10:03 on 05/09/2017 Permalink |  

    Bez Ideja 1959-1998 

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    Today she would have been 58, my cousin Biljana. This is the content of her suitcase she left me after her death. So little, and yet she was a legend!

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  • jasminatesanovic 15:58 on 03/04/2017 Permalink |  

    Designing in San Diego 

  • jasminatesanovic 09:47 on 29/03/2017 Permalink |  

    Women from East Europe 

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    “A Serb makes a good wife: she can pull the cart out of mud.”

    That old Serbian proverb, its genius author has no name.    It’s like the earthy quip from a hospital that I once heard in real life; after her severe car crash, the emergency doctor told her worried husband: Don’t you worry man, those Herzegovinian vipers are hard to kill!

    I’m personally half Serb and  half Herzegovinian, so I take these attitudes to my heart, half proud and half offended. But my American friend said: what about the Serbian and Herzegovinian husbands?   Are they pleased about their mud-carting vipers?  Is that the kind of proper home-girl that a local guy just has to have?

    Good questions!   If enough years go by, a man gets used to the woman of the house, muddy viper or not.  But what about the opinions of the rest of the…

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  • jasminatesanovic 13:46 on 03/03/2017 Permalink |  

    Luxury Open Source 

  • jasminatesanovic 20:15 on 20/02/2017 Permalink |  

    Milosevic, Berlusconi, Trump 

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    I saw it coming, for the past ten years, at least. I saw small Trumps rising and tramping around, first timidly, then bravely, and finally boldly. Until Donald Trump got elected. I saw the same thing happening in Serbia and in Italy, at the end of the past century> They were called  Milosevic and Berlusconi. These three guys that have impacted my life in the countries where I live have things in common: they are men, they are machos and they are so-called typical men of their nations:  self-invented men who became potent, with money, with media,  with fraud. But the bigger they are, the more false they became. Pundits call our era a post-truth time where politicians act without having to give an account to anybody: god or voters.  This is nothing new really, there have been other such moments in history  where truth was subjected to higher instances:…

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  • jasminatesanovic 20:40 on 25/01/2017 Permalink |  

    In Bed with the Exotic Enemy 

  • jasminatesanovic 16:45 on 12/12/2016 Permalink |  

    Chandler on the Beach 

    Virtual Vita Nuova


    He was walking here, I can almost hear his steps. A troubled, unhappy British scholar, a fake Brit. A parvenu American, a closeted gay, a mom-dependent womaniser, and a pulp fiction icon.

    Raymond Chandler walked the beach of La Jolla, shopped in sleazy drink joints with names like “Dick’s Liquor,”and vomited all over the weedy decaying  sea-grass. The noir of rich and flakey Californians: their big white dentist smiles, public warnings don’t do this don’t do that, sneering everywhere.

    Police roundabouts, corrupted muscled uniforms, blonde invasive babes with prices in their rolling eyes. And then, finally, the Pacific sunsets, preposterous, relentless, eternal, punctual and unavoidable as death. Emotionally nerve wracking, sunsets that make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.

    The grey cruel infinity of the Pacific, with  its fat whales, malodorous seals,  murderous sharks, rapacious seagulls, ugly pelicans: a sea world unafraid of humans or material decay.

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