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Ghidusenie March 10, 2009

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Mi s-a intamplat si am izbucnit in ras copilaresc. Mi s-a intamplat o ghidusenie inexplicabila … Si stiu ca deseori ne strecuram in cotidianul monoton (ba chiar si sub plapuma, si in buzunarele altora, si in croissantul de dimineata sau in morcovul de seara) personaje haioase sau varii creatii fantasmagoreice si cream mici povesti cu ele, dar de data asta jur solemn ca n-am fost eu de vina. Aseara m-a izbit deodata in urechi un val de muzica ca de basm, ba nu, muzica de care ne imaginam ca se auzea din cutiutele muzicale antice si deseori pretexte amoroase ale idilelor din filmele vechi, cutiute cu o balerina care danseaza sau cu un carusel de circ invartindu-se intr-o frenezie amortita. Venea dinspre strada. N-am avut curiozitatea sa fac un pas si jumatate pan’ la fereastra, imaginandu-mi ca poate si-au schimbat dongul omuletii de la bisericuta de vizavi (nu de alta, dar ar fi si cazul de dragul durerilor de cap de duminica 10 o’clock sharp, sunt 10 metri intre fereastra mea si fereastra lor). Dar fiind sapte jumate seara, putin probabil … n-am mai rumegat ideea caci dupa cateva minute disparu. Am si uitat de ea si as fi uitat pe vecie daca azi la cam aceeasi ora nu s-ar fi intamplat … aceeasi ghidusenie. Hop sarit jos din pat, scos lupa de detectiv din sertarul de jos cu cheita, si pic pac pic palac la fereastra. E martie, e inca frig afara, alaltaieri, dupa o zi de soare, a plouat si a si nins apoi. Dar in fata cladirii mele era o masinuta clasica cu inghetata cu cea mai armonioasa piesa de muzica pe care o poti auzi vreodata. Nu masterpiece in sens digerabil sau dezirabil dupa standardele postmoderne, sau macar moderne … nu, era exact genul de combinatie de sunete care te scoate din transa si te invaluie in poveste chiar de ai fi ultimul supravietuitor intr-un oras mare si gri … si cu maimute ucigase urmarindu-te (franturi dintr-un horror semiclasic imi vin in minte, damn … am uitat titlul). Dar 7 jumate seara, frrrrrig afara, mijit de primavara abia, si icecream man oprind pe strada mea, stat 3 minute cu masina in suspensie, oprit muzica in timpul asta … dupa care pleaca, cu difuzoarele tot pe mut. 2 seri la rand. Pai sa nu te pufneasca rasul? Si sa crezi ca povestea ti-a scapat de sub control? Pai sa nu il intrebi tu acum pe Liviu ce-si imagineaza el ca ar fi povestea lui icecream man? Nu, nu vine sa ma vada pe mine in fiecare seara, altceva, Liviule, mai ingenios. Ia spune-ne tu:) Nu de alta, dar am scris postul asta pentru tine, ca am vazut ca ma ai acolo in lista ta de luni de zile, dar eu, ca un mic tradator al tehnologiei, m-am ascuns in propriul dulap in timpul asta:)

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Pink screens and drag queens October 25, 2008

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Talking about pink …

That’s all pink is worth! Gay film festivals and pink ribbon campaigns.

Pleeeeease, no more pink laptops!!

 

Autumn scenting … October 13, 2008

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Tomnatic September 28, 2008

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“A faint suggestion of turned in toes. A kind of of wiggly looseness below the knee prolonged to the end of each footfall. The ghost of a drag. Very infantile, infinitely meretricious.”
…”I know it is madness to keep this journal but it gives me a strange thrill to do so; and only a loving wife could decipher my microscopic script. Let me state with a sob that day my L. was sun-bathing on the so-called “piazza”, but her mother and some other women women were around all the time.”
…” Be true to your Dick.
Do not let other fellows touch you.
Do not talk to strangers.
I hope you will love your baby.
I hope it will be a boy.
(…)I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immorality you and I may share, my Lolita.”

 

Strange worm coming out from a leather jacket

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Talking about muses and inspiration … September 27, 2008

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Cantaretii din Grand Place September 1, 2008

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well … first we have the weird guy with a weird instrument doing funny faces while blowing his … little whistle

then … there is (most probably) the belgian 80 years old dude, with many many bling-blings gathered during his wild years from all over the world, with his 80-years old ass hanging from his pants, smiling with no theeth in his mouth, but still playing his mouth-organ (I know, you don’t like the word, let’s say then harmonica if it pleases the reader more)

and finally … no need for additional description …