searching for the wrong word...or world ?!

humans search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find.

sometimes life is only a card game

Road to sky, rain-heavy ivy
untwists, shakes its sediment
like a dog. Ruined bogs chased
into not-yet-dry one-ways
as we gain town. Bad for traffic,
these pulses of labor where men
shoal along the ruddy gum
of a fresh-laid trough, chesting jacks.
Strays, fleas. And the riverscent
trickling, trickling back. Huddled later
on our return, their eyes tapered
to a thin red, they watch the queen of hearts
cartwheel the stoop. One of the bharyas
will sweet-talk them home.

gothic crime

argument is that the gothic in its more lurid, unabashedly violent, and perverse forms may be more empowering to the reader/viewer than in its carefully articulated, understated, and sublimated forms...proceed more self-consciously about the presuppositions that particularly psychoanalysis has introduced into the academic discussion." One caveat, though: the language is somewhat turgid, with awkward verbs such as "gothicize" and "metaphorize."

looking and looking for the light

Looking for your light,I went out: it was like the sudden dawn of a million million suns, a ganglion of lightnings for my wonder. O Lord of Caves, if you are light, there can be no metaphor.

sky wandering

Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting.

the guest

The miser thinks he's living when he's hoarding up his gold;The soldier calls it living when he's doing something bold;The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,And upon this vital subject no two of us agree.But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along,That living's made of laughter and good-fellowship and song.

what ? sorry, I just arrived home !

revolution ?

Poetry condemns
the death sentence
The guillotine had already put in an apppearance as the "criminal cleaver" in a profoundly subversive poem of Pushkin's youth, entitled "Liberty". No poet can ever freely approve a death sentence because the very soul of poetry, which is Liberty itself, cannot survive in the spiritual atmosphere generated by such sentences. Or so Pushkin fervently believed.

...and here is an image of solitude

Being alone is knowingThat in in this solitary splendour Solitude, stark and staring, Solitude, singing a lullabySolitude, singing a dirge Surrounded by so many sundry things; Things seen and unseenFactors known and unknownSolitude singing softly, chanting without rantingSolitude’s songs that sing of solemn thingsSilence singing golden songsSilence healing ancient wrongsIf only silence could beMore than a memoryMore than historySilence can be more than wordsEmpty words echoing in an empty worldEchoing in empty valleysSilence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken Transfixed by time.

bitter meditation

Sometimes I must be silent,For that is the only wayTo know a little better,To think a little wiser,To become a little more perfect,To claim God a little sooner.

seascape

I've got you under my skinI've got you deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart, that youre really a part of meI've got you under my skinI've tried so not to give inI've said to myself this affair never will go so wellBut why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than wellThat I've got you under my skinI'd sacrifice anything come what mightFor the sake of having you nearIn spite of a warning voice that comes in the nightAnd repeats, repeats in my earDon't you know you fool, you never can winUse your mentality, wake up to realityBut each time I do, just the thought of youMakes me stop before I begincause I've got you under my skin

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"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
~ Albert Einstein

night just before the end

night time

the night is coldthe night is sad for somethe night is so darkthe night come and go like my love for youthe night is time for me to sleep and dream of youthe night is everwhere I gothe night is time for some people to have funthe night is so alone for mei hate the night becuase is reminds me of youthe night was when we had fun the night is so alone now the night is what you love but now the night is what i hate beuase of you Bradley Stewart

inherent without inhibitions

caldura mare, monsher ! evident fara nici un fel de inhibitii ( dupa cum se vede si dupa pielea lor), copilasii lu' 2009, fac o partida de 'swimming pool' in fintina arteziana din centrul orasului

the choice

A pessimist, confronted with two bad choices, chooses both.
Jewish Proverb

sunflower field

conflict ( civilizatia inseamna citeodata o agresiune bine definita)

At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone. That isn't as bad as it may first appear; and again it is the best thing in life that each should have everything in himself; his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.
Rainer Maria Rilke

weir house near the pond

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

civilisation destiny

torture

hand-craft with light

tunnel

clear-sightedness ( clarviziune)

missing inspiration

another pictures from Collioure

a day of joy

sometimes I wonder : what do they think about us ?!

The Vama Show in Galati


Vineri, 8 mai, la ora 22, formatia Vama va sustine un super show in Club S, Galati. Baietii vor canta atat piese vechi, cat si melodii de pe discul “Vama”, printre care single-ul proaspat lansat, Dumnezeu nu apare la stiri. Pretul unui bilet la concertul din Galati este de 25 ron. Biletele se gasesc in reteaua Diverta si pe www.ticketpoint.ro. Componenta trupei Vama este urmatoarea: Tudor Chirila – voce, Eugen Caminschi – chitara, Raul Kusak – clape, Lucian (Clopo) Cioarga – tobe, Dan (Prepe) Opris – bass.

playground