Sunday, May 31, 2009

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



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

Saturday, May 30, 2009

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.

Friday, May 29, 2009

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."

Thursday, May 28, 2009

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.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

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.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

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.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

...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.

Friday, May 22, 2009

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.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

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

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

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

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

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

Monday, May 18, 2009

Saturday, May 16, 2009

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

Friday, May 1, 2009

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.

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