panic. it crept up my spine like the first rising vibes of an acid frenzy.
"Dintr-un timp fără timp". Nori, atmosferă apăsătoare. Problemele oamenilor par mai mari acum. Egocentrism = legea junglei. Care pe care.
O adunătură de hiene. Vom ajunge să ne devorăm reciproc sentimentele. Ex-libertate, acum înrădăcinată într-o conştiinţă măsurată în ml.
Frică în faţa paginii albe.
panic. it crept up my spine like the first rising vibes of an acid frenzy.
Angoasă. Frumosul e fierbinte. Mereu se încheie la fel - rămâne zaţ şi o amintire rece. Încerci să-l resuscitezi mereu. Revine la viaţă...rezistă 1-2-3 ore, apoi iar cade.
Întoarcerea la locul crimei.
panic. it crept up my spine like the first rising vibes of an acid frenzy.
luni, 25 octombrie 2010
duminică, 24 octombrie 2010
The Trylon
by Tony Towle
Death on the Great Plains was delivered
in stunning hues—arrows, carbines, lances, sabers
creating patches of crimson, visible or implied,
and those so designated would bite the dust.
Urban death was somber and chilling—
a gray encounter in an alley or stairwell,
or an ominous silhouette
emerging from the depths of a bedroom closet
very like one’s own;
for it was apparent that anyone could be prey
for bullets, knives, or strangulation
and the possibilities would resonate
long after the big metal doors
were thrown open at the back of the theater
and we came out from the shadow of black and white
and a plot wrapped up a few moments before
to the ordinary colors of a Saturday in 1940s Queens,
where the resolution seemed a good deal less than clear.
http://poems.com/poem.php?date=14906 ; thanks to Ludmila Martanovschi
by Tony Towle
Death on the Great Plains was delivered
in stunning hues—arrows, carbines, lances, sabers
creating patches of crimson, visible or implied,
and those so designated would bite the dust.
Urban death was somber and chilling—
a gray encounter in an alley or stairwell,
or an ominous silhouette
emerging from the depths of a bedroom closet
very like one’s own;
for it was apparent that anyone could be prey
for bullets, knives, or strangulation
and the possibilities would resonate
long after the big metal doors
were thrown open at the back of the theater
and we came out from the shadow of black and white
and a plot wrapped up a few moments before
to the ordinary colors of a Saturday in 1940s Queens,
where the resolution seemed a good deal less than clear.
http://poems.com/poem.php?date=14906 ; thanks to Ludmila Martanovschi
joi, 21 octombrie 2010
Ciclic
Îmi place toamna. Şi joncţiunea cafelei cu rom. În coordonare cu latakia şi praful de pe gânduri. Vremea cugetărilor profunde a trecut.
"The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride."
"The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride."
luni, 18 octombrie 2010
marți, 12 octombrie 2010
Retrospectiv
Duminică, 25 ianuarie 2009, proclamam sus şi tare că mă las de fumat. Un an şi 9 luni mai târziu fumez câteva pipe pe zi şi 5-10 ţigări. Adicătălea mult. Cosmin fumează. Alex fumează.
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