Friday, January 10, 2014

ce se poate întâmpla

„numai pentru că trăim cufundați în noi înșine nu ne dăm seama că ceea ce ni se întâmplă lasă intact, în fiecare moment, ceea ce ni se poate întâmpla”.

saramago - toate numele

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

viitorul a devenit deodată scurt.


Sunday, December 15, 2013


Gunther Grass - Aparatul de fotografiat.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

born into this

born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as political landscapes dissolve
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey

we are
born like this
into this

into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this

because of this

the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder

we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
it will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

born out of that
the sun hidden there
awaiting the next chapter

Monday, June 14, 2010

no money, no property, no laws, no police, no government, no soldiers, no executioners, no prisoners, no schools

I used to occupy myself with these problems when I was younger – when I was fifteen or sixteen. I understood everything then, very clearly . . . that is, as far as the mind permits one to understand things. I was more pure, more disinterested, so to speak. I didn’t have to defend or uphold anything, least of all a system which I never did believe in, not even as a child. I worked out an ideal universe, all on my own. It was very simple: no money, no property, no laws, no police, no government, no soldiers, no executioners, no prisoners, no schools. I eliminated every disturbing and restraining element. Perfect freedom. If was a vacuum – and in it I exploded.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

stop. rewind. this is not a common post.

Scrisoare de intentie. Intentie de revolutie. Pasnica.
Suntem tineri si nu avem viitor. Sau poate il avem, dar nu aici. Inainte de a pleca “dincolo” haideti sa venim toti in Piata Universitatii, miercuri, 19 mai, la ora 19.00. Nu ne asteptam la minuni dar putem crea un precedent. Putem sa printam o pagina cu mesajul nostru pentru cei care au condus tara lor, nu a noastra, in ultimii 20 de ani.
Putem putin, dar putem fi multi.

Propuneri mesaje (lista deschisa)

Sunt tanar, caut tara.
Respectati-ne bunicii!
Salariul – drept, nu privilegiu!
Si eu vreau sa am copii!
Platim taxe, vrem viitor.
Peste 5 ani, voi fi tot aici?
Avem o tara, cum o recuperam?
Romania noastra NU e Romania voastra.