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luni, 25 iulie 2011


Hopefully, down-below, the dust won't cover up the Beast,
I'm moving on towards finer twists,


It's been a pleasure, to say the least.

Aşa am început!

joi, 7 iulie 2011

The Train of Memories Long Lost

...and looking at all these people, all around me, trying to sketch details of their emotions - the angle of their eyebrows, the length of their smile, the way in which they kept their feet, sometimes close to each other's, sometimes apart, sometimes entangled, they way they would change their mood and expressions and how the most insignificant details (the wrinkles, the discreet moles, the freckles, some loose locks of hair) were working together to build up complex instant that would last less that a second, instants of most significance, instants that would pass unnoticed save for me capturing them in simple, thin lined, fine pencil sketches that would carve deeply into a more involved participant - just like the light of a fading star, witness of what once had been an instant - merely noticing the whole spectacle or irrationality and chance made me forget why I was there in the first place.

Even in a less crowded place, like the restaurant I was in, I would often mix my feelings with the alcohol fumes and lose myself in the mist of the whiskey or the occasional rum or rather the rare both and enjoy the waltz of the circus acrobats of small-talk, restaurant conversations, conjugal fights, innocent smiles, timid glances, obsessed stares...

But against all the odds or, better said, oddly enough, I would be no more than an uninvolved participant, a spectator with no responsibility, inspite of some moments when I would catch the eyes of another, a curious glance or a shy smile. Just a passer-by, a nomad, a passenger, the occasional uninvited guest. Though in the centre of it all, I would be everything but the centre of their attention. There had been nights, most of them actually, when I would go completely unnoticed. I enjoy those nights, nights in which I would have my drinks quietly, I would capture the expressions in my sketches without further emotional complications or unnecessary interruptions and I could return to the couch I had temporarily borrowed in a flat I had rented with three months payed in advance. There I would spend most of my time, combining details - eyes with smiles, noses with cheeks, jaws with ears, chins with eyebrows - in the true spirit of Doctor Frankenstein. I would take notes and everything would end in disappointment. Inspite of giving up my limitations and starting to sketch any face, no matter the age, the sex, the colour or the hair, trying to find that smallest, most insignificant detail that would spark a fuse in my memory, inspite of all the combinations I would make, nothing would even come close to the slightest resemblance to her face. And I would go on, leaving everything and everyone behind, leaving a wagon for another, just like a passenger you wouldn't care to notice. And all the other passengers were no more to me than I was to them - ghostly-shades of apparent temporality, forever caught in the present, forever lost in the past.

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Nu aştepta tot timpul să apară ceva nou. Sunt sigur că sunt unele vorbe care ţi-ar plăcea, ascunse prin arhivă. Un pic mai jos sunt secţiunile şi acolo ai ce citi cu siguranţă. Aceeaşi filozofie o poţi adopta şi în viaţa de zi cu zi. Poate ceea ce-ţi doreşti cel mai mult stă lângă tine, chiar sub nasul tău, de atâţia ani.

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Când vei fi bătrân blogul ăsta va fi vintage.

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Am un pahar de plastic. Şi în paharul de plastic mai am un pahar de plastic. Am pus două ca să nu mă frig de la ceaiul fierbinte. Ce interesant că "frig" poate exprima căldura extremă.

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