Art/Proze

Let's not talk politics, please, let's light a candle tonight.
Altin Topi
Alb-Club
September 11, 2001

If we need to believe in something, why not believe in Heaven. I believe in Heaven, my Heaven - New York. Usually, my Heaven is a place where Islanders boys in fluorescent clothes play reggae, it is a place where cleaning guys as saints with portable vacuum tracks suck up the City's dust and garbage in preparation for tomorrow's tourists to help pay for so much needed gazillion-dollar. My Heaven is a place where somebody paints the front door hot pink and the exterior purple, to show off the orange trumpet roses, and we’d have laughed. My Heaven is a place where you can buy a Gucci loafer with the signature horse bit, a place where tourists from Europe would have been able from the tops of its scrapers to see the Pyrenees. New York, my Heaven, is a place where miracle seekers bring with them dreams of money offerings and in return they find a place to buy candies and teddy bears. My Heaven is a place where sometime the people are mostly black, sometimes mostly white, sometimes mostly Asian, sometimes mostly Hispanic, and sometimes the Citizen thinks about them as Others. But my true Heaven is a melting pot, you see a mixed black or white or Asian or Hispanic among those people. You see brown skin, epicanthic folds at the eyelids, wavy light brown hair. Often beautiful.

Opinion/Kritike

Kumtet e Wiki-t
Nga Altin Topi
Shekulli
28-08-2007

Wikipedia qe lindi si nje aksident i mirepritur, sot eshte shumefishuar eksponencialisht. Ka vene ne levizje qeveri, institucione, korporata, individe te shquar, apo krejt te rendomte; te humbur nen anonimatin, qe ne dukje te jep komunikimi e nderhyrja ne rrjetin e pafund kibernetike te saj. Koncepti i Wikit si ide fillestare, pati krijimin e nje softueri(programi), ku njerezit mund te hynin ne komunikim, e te kishin mundesi te redaktonin, te shtonin, te korrigjonin informacione te caktuara; nje artikull, nje kontribut ne nje fushe te caktuar, - me shume te aspektit teknik. Relativizmi i nderhyrjeve ne fushat e shkencave te sakta gjithmone monitorohet, e korrigjohet shume me lehte; nuk i le shume hapesira, te livadhisurit pa tagji. Jimmy Wales, njeri nga themeluesit e Wikipedia-s, i erdhi ajo shtysa gjeniale, t'i shtonte Wiki-t, prapashtesen "pedia", me synimin e qarte qe ta kthente ne nje enciklopedi "on-line"(ne internet), nje lloj thesi kibernetik qe mund te hapet duke nxene material te ri, pa i gjendur fundin. Wiki(pedia) u kthye brenda nates, ne nje sensacion postmodern i te rishkruarit te historise e te njohurive te njerezimit.

Art/Poezi

THE NEWLY LOVERS

These two vanished through the lunar woods
These two cautiously smiled between the slander trees
These two edged with hope over the windy,
whirling mile of curving path.
They went down into the quite sphere,
their sphere-island shaped with green,
off into space of the silent bay.
In the distance, stretched along the waves length, I heard their cry.
It was an innocent cry,
like the cry of the children,
who, in play, stare and pursue
the darting sky-blue goddess butterfly.
And finally, they find it, at the end of the day.
I saw them at the first morning light,
two shadows against the passing
night;
with the blanket loose-folded around their knees,
two shadows huge and
calm,
like an open shell on the white sandy beach.

Altin Topi Summer 2000

Art/Poezi

ON THE PACIFIC RIM

All of a sudden, the earth was frozen.
The very emblem - the solid rock,
like a crust over a fluid
had moved overnight beneath our feet.
After the battering waves, black boiling water
seeped through the seabed opened cracks.
But now, all was strangely still.
The shore was strewn with debris of wrecked boats,
housetops lay tossed over huge rocks;
Uprooted trees, soggy seaweed,
dead animals covered the beaches.
The violent earth had been given little warning.
The first shocks had turned into curious twisting
movement,
the ground opened and than soon closed again - as on
a tomb...

Altin Topi Spring 1996

Art/Poezi

Poe vs. Baudelaire vs. Me


Every poet reminds me of other poets.
Poe reminds me of Baudelaire,
Baudelaire reminds me of Poe.
A fine poet knows a 'poor' poet.
A 'poor' poet knows a fine poet.
Every fine and 'poor' poet reminds me of me.
Every fine poet reminds me of Poe and Baudelaire
Poe and Baudelaire remind me of me.
I remind me of me,
and then I say,
A good poet and a 'poor' poet,
A bad luck and a good luck,
like fathers and sons.
They are fellows, no luck, and no blood.
But a continuum of life-line poets,
between what is more than poor
and what is less than fine.

Altin Topi Summer 2000

Art/Poezi

OUR TIME

Nowadays, we do not wait anymore.
Have we all become impatient children?
We rip our blue planet apart ourselves,
make of it a desert.
We explore the lunar desert,
add her rocks to our empty landscapes.
We lower our sky over smoking lagoons,
where trapped light lingers like false mirages.
We bulldoze our dead ancestors,
pile skyscrapers upon them.
We recapture tear-gassed squares,
filled with plastic bullets, electronic commercials,
and we burn our banners.
Their silent voice: Put your banners down, go home...
Enraged and exhausted from small skirmishes,
We turn confused and ask ourselves:
Which way is back? Which way is home?

Altin Topi Fall 1997

Sci/Tech

OUR DOT COM (.com) LIVES AND 4 C's
From Altin Topi
Alb-Club April 2000

The passage from one century to the other one, one Millennia to the next one, is characterized by a major cultural, social and economical shift. This major event unthinkable only few years ago can be defined at best by the 4 C's: Compression, Connectivity, Creativity and Complexity. An excellent example of "compression" is the story of transistors. A transistor is described as a "minute electronic semiconductor device used like an electronic tube, which controls current flow by means of germanium or silicon." Within the volume of a transistor manufactured two decades ago, today many thousands of these switching devices can be placed.