e is believed to be born somewhere in East Europe but his identity is unknown; he also speaks several languages so it’s quite difficult to understand where he comes from. According to a 5coolhunter BXX spends part of the year  somewhere in Scandinavia. His art will appear in cities around the world, combining “minimal literature”, poems and visual installations, with a distinctive technique. It is very difficult to understand where and how BXX is going to act but the message he send us trough his art is very impressive. Day 21 June (longest day of the year) he made a street-art installation in Helsinki’s Karhupuisto (Bear Park). Why this place? A few hours before the happening we received this message from him: “…my street perforemace is starting…21 hours before 21.6.10 i put 21 paper notes in 21 places in this area…that. 21.6th at 21 evening 21 candles will …lamps…will vibrate in the summer night park close to here …a remény fénye, az éjszakai vándor sarkcsillagja 21 wishes” ( bxx ). A mixed language ( English-Hungarian)  poem about this “21”  happening was received too, so we publish it below. We also know that his next street performance will be somewhere in Transylvania (Romania) on July. We ask anyone who has pictures or info about Bxx to send us. We will keep you informed!

MIKOR MEGHIVNAK:

mikor meghivnak, nem tehetsz mást, követed a fényt…mikor meghivnak akkor hátra hagysz mindent, és elindulsz a fény ösvényén…csodálatos új világ, a béke a szivedbe költözik… mindenkit meghivnak, orvost vagy tanitót, pincért vagy portást, fémipari munkást…gyereket, öngyötörteket, bölcseket, szegényeket, szenvedöket, álmodózokat…szinészeket…gyerekeket…testvéreket, ellenséget mikor meghívnak téged, gyönyörü lázban ég a tested…Mesterek hivnak meg, vagy a szenvedés, beteg lelked, fájdalmas tested, öregséged, …a fény útját kövesd…kövess mikor meghivnak téged, soha többet nem kérsz, de mindig adsz… mikor meghivnak téged ,  utolsó pillanatig haldokló apád…vagy édeanyád kezéd fogod, nem mész el gyülölettel a szenvedö mellett, megcsókolod a földet, a fák levelét, a tó vizéböl iszol és fényben fürdesz örökké… mikor meghivtak engem, nem tudtam beszéni a rekedtségtöl, a fáradságtól,a világ bánatátától…lenéztem a földre…lábam alatt kamillavilág sarjadt…egy új élet… küldök neked kamillavirágot…

MOARTEA CAPRIOAREI: Nicolae Labis (1956)

Seceta a ucis orice boare de vânt.
Soarele s-a topit şi a curs pe pământ.
A rămas cerul fierbinte şi gol.
Ciuturile scot din fântână nămol.
Peste păduri tot mai des focuri, focuri
Dansează sălbatice, satanice jocuri.

Mă iau după tata la deal printre târşuri,
Şi brazii mă zgârie, răi şi uscaţi.
Pornim amândoi vânătoarea de capre,
Vânătoarea foametei în munţii Carpaţi.
Setea mă năruie. Fierbe pe piatră
Firul de apă prelins din cişmea.
Tâmpla apasă pe umăr. Păşesc ca pe-o altă
Planetă, imensă, străină şi grea.

Aşteptăm într-un loc unde încă mai sună,
Din strunele undelor line, izvoarele.
Când va scăpăta soarele, când va licări luna,
Aici vor veni în şirag să se-adape
Una câte una căprioarele.

Spun tatii că mi-i sete şi-mi face semn să tac.
Ameţitoare apă, ce limpede te clatini!
Mă simt legat prin sete de vietatea care va muri
La ceas oprit de lege şi de datini.

Cu foşnet veştejit răsuflă valea.
Ce-ngrozitoare înserare pluteşte-n univers!
Pe zare curge sânge şi pieptul mi-i roşu, de parcă
Mâinile pline de sânge pe piept mi le-am şters.

Ca pe-un altar ard ferigi cu flăcări vineţii,
Şi stelele uimite clipiră printre ele.
Vai, cum aş vrea să nu mai vii, să nu mai vii,
Frumoasă jertfă a pădurii mele!

Ea s-arătă săltând şi se opri
Privind în jur c-un fel de teamă,
Şi nările-i subţiri înfiorară apa
Cu cercuri lunecoase de aramă.

Sticlea în ochii-i umezi ceva nelămurit,
Ştiam că va muri şi c-o s-o doară.
Mi se părea că retrăiesc un mit
Cu fata prefăcută-n căprioară.
De sus, lumina palidă, lunară,
Cernea pe blana-i caldă flori stinse de cireş.
Vai, cum doream ca pentru-ntâia oară
Bătaia puştii tatii să dea greş!

Dar văile vuiră. Căzută în genunchi,
Îşi ridicase capul, îl clătină spre stele,
Îl prăvăli apoi, stârnind pe apă
Fugare roiuri negre de mărgele.
O pasăre albastră zvâcnise dintre ramuri,
Şi viaţa căprioarei spre zările târzii
Zburase lin, cu ţipăt, ca păsările toamna
Când lasă cuiburi sure şi pustii.
Împleticit m-am dus şi i-am închis
Ochii umbroşi, trist străjuiţi de coarne,
Şi-am tresărit tăcut şi alb când tata
Mi-a şuierat cu bucurie: – Avem carne!

Spun tatii că mi-i sete şi-mi face semn să beau.
Ameţitoare apă, ce-ntunecat te clatini!
Mă simt legat prin sete de vietatea care a murit
La ceas oprit de lege şi de datini…
Dar legea ni-i deşartă şi străină
Când viaţa-n noi cu greu se mai anină,
Iar datina şi mila sunt deşarte,
Când soru-mea-i flămândă, bolnavă şi pe moarte.

Pe-o nară puşca tatii scoate fum.
Vai fără vânt aleargă frunzarele duium!
Înalţă tata foc înfricoşat.
Vai, cât de mult pădurea s-a schimbat!
Din ierburi prind în mâini fără să ştiu
Un clopoţel cu clinchet argintiu…
De pe frigare tata scoate-n unghii
Inima căprioarei şi rărunchii.

Ce-i inimă? Mi-i foame! Vreau să trăiesc, şi-aş vrea…
Tu, iartă-mă, fecioară – tu, căprioara mea!
Mi-i somn. Ce nalt îi focul! Şi codrul, ce adânc!
Plâng. Ce gândeşte tata? Mănânc şi plâng. Mănânc!

A Hungarian translation of Labis poem by Kanyadi Sandor:

A szárazság minden kis fuvalmat megölt,

lecsurgott a nap, és benne fürdött a föld.

Üresen izzott az ég odafönn.

Iszapot merített a kútból a vödör.

Az erdőkben, egyre sűrűbben, lángok,

lángok jártak vad és sátáni táncot.

Megyek apám után, bozóton, sűrűn által,

száraz ág tép, arcomat gally csapkodja;

az éhség hajtott őzvadászni minket

édesapámmal föl a Kárpátokba.

Szomjúság emésztett, fölforrt azon nyomban,

ha a csorgóból kőre hullt a víz,

mintha egy idegen bolygón, félig holtan,

megyek, mint akit csak a lába visz.

Ott álltunk lesben, hová még hallatszottak

a forrás szelíden zenélő hangjai,

ha leszáll a nap s helyébe jön a hold majd,

az őzek egyenként idesorakoznak

szomjukat oltani.

A very interesting BXX translation and interpretation of same poem:

minden eletet megölt a szarazsag

leolvadt a nap, az eg

tuzforro maradt

csontszaraz kutak aljan

sötet erdök, folyok partjan

a langok az eletet marjak.

Apam utan baktatok, föl a hegyre

gyulolve surol durva fenyöag

Özvadaszatra indulunk mi ketten

Ehseg-vadaszatra,oh, szent Karpat

Szomjas vagyok.forro köre

harmatcseppet kepzelek, labam

csak visz elöre, idegen földre,

vanszorgok, baktatok…elöttem apam

Note: “International experimental literature, a gift for 5 from bbx‏

JUST IDEAS…

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three R’s: Respect for self, Respect for others and Responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.

6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

8. Spend some time alone every day.

9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.

14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.

15. Be gentle with the earth.

16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.

17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.

KI VOLT SZENT IVA’N ?

SHHHH, SHHHHH……

It’s, oh, so quiet shh,shh
It’s, oh, so still shh,shh
You’re all alone shh, shh
And so peaceful until…You fall in love
Zing boom
The sky up above
Zing boom
Is caving in
Wow bam
You’ve never been so nuts about a guy
You wanna laugh you wanna cry
You cross your heart and hope to die
‘Til it’s over and thenShhh, Shhh
It’s nice and quiet
Shhh, Shhh
But soon again
Shhh, Shhh
Starts another big riot

You blow a fuse, zing boom
The devil cuts loose, zing boom
So what’s the use, wow bam
Of falling in love

It’s, oh, so quiet
It’s, oh, so still
You’re all alone
And so peaceful until…

You ring the bell, bim bam
You shout and you yell, hi ho ho
You broke the spell
Gee, this is swell you almost have a fit
This guy is “gorge” and I got hit
There’s no mistake this is it

‘Til it’s over and then
It’s nice and quiet
Shhh, Shhh
But soon again
Shhh, Shhh
Starts another big riot

You blow a fuse
Zing boom
The devil cuts loose
Zing boom
So what’s the use
Wow bam
Of falling in love

The sky caves in
The devil cuts loose
You blow blow blow blow blow your fuse ahhh
When you’ve fallen in love
Ssshhhhhh…

aludj el szépen kis Balázs…sleep well…

itt jön a lényeg és ezt nézd meg

mr Backmann, you said i can be your little brother…funny…we are the same agE…BORNED IN 1969

Fekete Vonat   the black train was the 5 am train from Miskolc to Budapest…poor gypsy guys went with it to construction work…santier

1999

arrogancy…what do u do…with it

hidd el az élet közt´¨unk szép, belove in me, Brother…weli…do not give up hope…VALO

és megtalálod az igazi fényt,U will walk in light…

nekünk ez a jó, last time dies Hope…Judit szilágyi, my master

auf deutsch gypsy is Ziganeur, tigan, cigany, romani….

es nem hatra, hanem elöre megyek , mivel a Fekete vonatra valtootam jegyet

ja kavelen etenpain koska olen ostanut lippu musta junalla…

alszok.i dream now

brother,friend, ystaävä, perhe, a csal´´ad

he black train was the early train taking from Miskolc,Hungary the poor gypsies without any profession to Budapest to work on construction projects forced by the socialist Hungary in the seventies….Fekete Vonat is a young gypsy group from Miskolc.Listen their music

www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcPqIjRlurQ&feature=related

errible things happened years ago around our homes. peoples were killed ,people were killing. the western world was looking the act with no any worries whatsoever. when in the 20th century Balcan was in fire , espresso was as bitter in italy as supposed to be, germany did not forget to eat sausages, the eiffel tower did not fell down, the queen of england slept, and grand canaria was full with the usual customers….later one woman sang…..Europe loved her…..forgive us, Balkan ….greetings , bxx

I’m wide awake

An empty bed drives my dreams away

Life melts like ice

Disappears in the twinkling of an eye

I’m losing my mind,

Pushing reality out of sight

Our lips are touching softly

You’re the one I believe blindly

I walk around like crazy

Falling in love frightens me

Days are like wounds

Countless and hard to get through

Prayer…

It burns my sore lips like a fire

Prayer…

Thy name is something I admire

Heaven knows just as well as I do

So many times I have cried over you

Heaven knows just as well as I do

I pray and live only for you

I can’t lie to God

as I kneel down and pray

You’re the love of my life

That’s the only thïng I can say

Lyrics sent by Narayanna.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Sp9OOoxCJo

et us create our medal of honour for people of the world, who made the best for social and national minorities…let us create an european oscar gala of the joy of the freedom of humans…of the people of Europe. or maybe not : afghans, Pakistanis,  free people of Cuba, Nigerians, Ethiopians, Yugoslavia’s, ha -ha , hear me Croatia , Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia, …the never ending dream…the never ending list. Let us make possible,magazine5, that artists of the world…will hear us….great women and men. hear our voices, to hear our greetings…thank you, Madonna. thank you Björk. and the never ending list (bbx)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qqfks02eyY

www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBD1yjAi6Zw&feature=related

loomy Sunday or known as ‘The Suicide Song’ is a song that the Urban legend said to caused more than a hundred lives of people. The composer is a Hungarian pianist ‘Rezso Seress’ wrote this piece of music in 1933 after ending the relationship with his lover. It was hard to get it published because the song sounds too depressed. It was finally released in 1936, words were written by Laszlo Javor his poet friend. There are many cases of the suicide that had something to do with the song. Two young men had shot themselves when listening to this song played by a gypsy band. And a group of people drowned themselves with the music sheet in their hands. Even, Seress himself committed a suicide by jumping out off his apartment in 1968. But many have said that all the rumors of suicide thing were just a marketing plan. Since it came out until now, it was translated into many languages which are Russian, French, Japanese, Finnish, Slovene and Cantonese. Some of the covers changed the lyrics a little bit. But the one that has been used repeatedly was written by Sam Lewis and the most remarkable version of this song is from Billie Holiday in 1941 which had the third verse, unlike the Hungarian version. And it was banned by the BBC. (The ban was lifted in 2002, according to the BBC trivia show, QI.) Other than Billie Holiday, many famous singers made a cover of it such as Ray Charles, Sarah McLachlan, Björk and Sarah Brightman. You can leasten some of this version at the links below.

The Original:  www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Qaa4GDBr0k&feature=related

The Movie  www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOqiolytFw4&feature=related

By Björk  www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCEJtUNe90A&feature=related

BXX