{"id":873,"date":"2011-03-23T21:51:59","date_gmt":"2011-03-23T18:51:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/?p=873"},"modified":"2011-04-16T11:49:32","modified_gmt":"2011-04-16T08:49:32","slug":"oli-enne-muna-ja-kana-soltumatu-tantsu-uhendus-%e2%80%9ethe-drone-of-monk-nestor%e2%80%9c","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/?p=873","title":{"rendered":"Oli enne, muna ja kana (S\u00c3\u00b5ltumatu Tantsu \u00c3\u0153hendus, \u00e2\u20ac\u017eThe Drone of Monk Nestor\u00e2\u20ac\u0153)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rauge munk k\u00c3\u00b5nnib v\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4rikalt sirgjoonelises maailmas, piiratud t\u00c3\u00b5eruumis, edasi-tagasi. Rituaalid on selged, kombed k\u00c3\u00a4pas. K\u00c3\u00bclmast terasest silmadega munk astub ettearvatult, uhkes \u00c3\u00bcksinduses. Monotoonsusesse aga sigineb v\u00c3\u00b5\u00c3\u00b5raid noote. \u00c3\u0153rgseid, kahtlaselt tuttavaid, aegade algusest k\u00c3\u00b5lanud noote. Risti l\u00c3\u00b6\u00c3\u00b6ma harjunud k\u00c3\u00a4si ripsutab tahtmatult tiiba, iga lihaskiudu l\u00c3\u00a4bistab algne, igavesest ajast igavesti k\u00c3\u00b5lav ebainimlik r\u00c3\u00bctm. Avanevad teadvuse uksed, sirgjooneline edasi-tagasi t\u00c3\u00b5de murdub Escheri treppideks, segaduses lindmunk rabeleb ajas edasi-tagasi, aegruum lookleb armutult ringiratast. Munk jookseb, hirm kraaksumas \u00c3\u00b5\u00c3\u00b5nsates silmakoobastes, mida kiiremini jookseb, seda hapramaks muutub munakoor siinse ja sealse vahel. K\u00c3\u00b5ige keskel on Teine, v\u00c3\u00b5\u00c3\u00b5ras ja tume, tundmatu ja tajumatu must auk, mille joonistab v\u00c3\u00a4lja vaid see, mida me teame ja n\u00c3\u00a4eme.<br \/>\nMunk kukub raginal teadvusest l\u00c3\u00a4bi, lartsatab teadvusesse. Kumb oli enne \u00e2\u20ac\u201c lind v\u00c3\u00b5i muna? Tiivad kisuvad koori \u00c3\u00bcksteise k\u00c3\u00bcljest lahti, lindmuna rabeleb rebu sees, k\u00c3\u00b5nnib ringiratast, aga Escheri trepid on muutunud M\u00c3\u00b6biuse leheks ja sellel pole otsa ega \u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4rt.<br \/>\nTeadvused sulanduvad, v\u00c3\u00a4rvuvad, alateadvus paiskub \u00c3\u00bclateadvusse, m\u00c3\u00b5istuste seinad h\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4buvad, munklind komistab teadvuse krampides, kosmiliste sf\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4ride muusika v\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4nab j\u00c3\u00b5uga k\u00c3\u00b5huli, hoiab k\u00c3\u00a4test-jalgadest, laskub ja lahvatab. Miski pole kaitstud selle eest, mis on k\u00c3\u00b5ikjal. T\u00c5\u00a1uud vaatab pimedusest pealt, n\u00c3\u00a4gu laia naeru t\u00c3\u00a4is. Lindmunk rabeleb n\u00c3\u00a4rvide v\u00c3\u00b5rgustikus, iga liigutus teeb valu ja ilu, katarsis kisub silmad taeva poole, aga seal pole muud kui uks t\u00c3\u00bchimikku.<br \/>\nRabele-rabele. Enne ei p\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4se, kui alistud, annad alla ja sulandud rebuga. Kuldne s\u00c3\u00b5\u00c3\u00b5r s\u00c3\u00b6\u00c3\u00b6vitab su l\u00c3\u00b5putu armastusega ja varjud sulanduvad ideaalsuse koopas \u00c3\u00bcheks. T\u00c3\u00b5de on kusagil v\u00c3\u00a4ljas, kusagil eemal \u00e2\u20ac\u201c ja ometi nii l\u00c3\u00a4hedal. Munga silmad klaasistuvad ja selginevad siis nagu peegel. K\u00c3\u00b5iksus on muna ja lind on munk, tark nagu esimene Linnutee.<\/p>\n<p>(Soovin igati j\u00c3\u00b5udu <a href=\"http:\/\/www.stu.ee\/\">S\u00c3\u00b5ltumatu Tantsu \u00c3\u0153hendusele<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rauge munk k\u00c3\u00b5nnib v\u00c3\u00a4\u00c3\u00a4rikalt sirgjoonelises maailmas, piiratud t\u00c3\u00b5eruumis, edasi-tagasi. Rituaalid on selged, kombed k\u00c3\u00a4pas. K\u00c3\u00bclmast terasest silmadega munk astub ettearvatult, uhkes \u00c3\u00bcksinduses. Monotoonsusesse aga sigineb v\u00c3\u00b5\u00c3\u00b5raid noote. \u00c3\u0153rgseid, kahtlaselt tuttavaid, aegade algusest k\u00c3\u00b5lanud noote. Risti l\u00c3\u00b6\u00c3\u00b6ma harjunud k\u00c3\u00a4si ripsutab tahtmatult tiiba, iga lihaskiudu l\u00c3\u00a4bistab algne, igavesest ajast igavesti k\u00c3\u00b5lav ebainimlik r\u00c3\u00bctm. Avanevad teadvuse uksed, sirgjooneline [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-873","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-teater"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=873"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":878,"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873\/revisions\/878"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mpulver.offline.ee\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}