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La fel de adevarat ca acum cinci ani:

"Pe Marius mi-e greu să-l înţeleg. Suntem globula albă şi globula roşie din venele lui Dumnezeu. M-a căutat pe Google din cauza articolului scris în bucătărie şi publicat în săptămâna următoare. Mi-a găsit adresa, mi-a scris şi am continuat să corespondăm aproape zilnic. Era o ciudată încercare de a obliga două linii paralele să se intersecteze. După câteva luni a hotărât tacit să amânăm încercarea la infinit, crezusem eu. De fapt mesajele lui incepusera, din motive obscure, sa intre la Spam. Dar asta e cu totul alta poveste."

Economical Suicide

Spread your fingers as far apart as possible
Place between them the grain of a pea
Endure
Knees kneeling down on a grater
Endure
Slip a sucking sweet in your mouth
Suck
Your back pressed against the smooth concrete of
a laundry
Endure
One's heels placed into the outflow by the bath
just as the plug has been pulled
Endure
Calves painted with egg yolk
let it dry
and endure
Run water in the basin
Shoes off
Dip your face
Endure



Jan Svankmajer, 1979.
dedicated to his wife Eva.

Oare cum se traduce breadfruit tree? Pomul de paine?
Ce bine ca asemenea lucruri exista.

"Nonsense is indeed one possible reflection of life in that it is at once both and neither meaningful and meaningless".

Wim Tigges

PhD? who, me?!

review of Bichsel's Kindergeschichten:

"Semisweet shaggy dog stories about dear little men who are, in one peculiar way or another, obsessed. One man ... is infatuated with trains and knows so much about them -- engine numbers, timetables, routes -- that he feels no need whatever to ride one. (If a person uses his head, you see, he doesn't have to board a train to find out where it will go.)"

You see I'd rather board the trains. The question is, which trains.

Whiskey is Gaelic for “water of life,” or uisge beatha.

Din seria “this makes no sense, and so do I”, de cate ori aud “(ce tot) boscorodesti”, ma gandesc la o scorbura...

" am fost azi la bucale(plecat la 5 dim intrors la 5 seara). e ciudat sa vad oradea de sus. cind eram la bucuresti si-mi era dor de casa inchideam ochii si pluteam imaginar pe bulevarde. porneam de la gara si faceam diverse trasee."

alde x

You're not gonna believe this, but there is a female analogue for Pope, and it's Mome. :)

"I used to live on a candybar a day that cost a nickle. It was called Payday."

Luc zicea de Bukowski ca e un ticalos. Asa parea si in documentarul pe care l-am vazut, born into this, cand urla la sotia lui si o ameninta ca o da afara (in direct). Dar si ticalosii pot avea dreptate uneori.


The Genius Of The Crowd - Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art.

"let's use each other"

alde y: de cand invat vad cum mananca pasarile la noi in gradina rame, melci...they`re quitre damn cruel for such innocent looking creatures.
alde x: no, they're just hungry
alde y: it takes them 5 minutes to rip a worm into small enough pieces to swallow! tortura!
si melcii ii lovesc de ciment.
ca sa se sparga coaja.
alde x: ce chestie.
alde y: i have this feeling there are no innocent creatures.
intr-unul din testele de azi era un articol despre caini.
despre faptul ca afectiunea pe care o arata e o strategie de supravietuire, they seem nice and loyal in order to get food.
its quite freaky to think love is just a strategy for survival.

faith in Coca Cola

"Vatican Radio - the voice of the Roman Catholic Church - is starting to air advertisements for the first time in the station's nearly 80-year history."
BBC

what's in a name...

Dacă maică-mea era taică-meu, pe mine mă chema Erdei. :)

I am small and insignificant, dar am un hamac galben care atârnă în grădină şi asta îmi mai dă o mică speranţă că restul din tot ceea ce îmi doream acum 8 ani va veni si el. Şontâc şontâc.

define political prisoners

´"We came back to the issue of political prisoners in Cuba and their health, and the answer we got was that in Cuba there are no political prisoners," the Czech minister added.´

EU-Cuba meeting - BBC Article May 11th, 2009

I saw a little girl yesterday that just came from an Irani support
protest. She was pretty and she was cold, had her mother's coat on,
hanging low on her back, was reading the bus stop panel out loud
slowly and carefully, and held a green sign that said "who stole our
vote?". Her mother held a little flag and was immersed in a very
serious conversation with another woman.