Dupa 11 zile de festival si saptamanile pregatitoare am trait aseara o experienta de profan: autobuzul din Time out of Joint. Nimeni nu era acolo, nimic nu era real. Doar eu, eu, parbrizul imens pe care rareori il observi si bocitul subtil, in noapte, printre boschetari si fantezii selenare. Dupa prima zi post-festival, libera pe [...]
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8 Nov
The limit of love is that of needin’ always an accomplice.
… I need a slave who will stab me and a faithful dog that will devour my body…
5 Nov
shoot film or die?
I’m watching penguins of madagscar, episode – countless, writing a letter to Frau Camelia Voiculescu, blabbering about theatrical projects and realising just how much the Budapest Operetta and Musical actually kicks ass and listening to Bonaparte to shoot my ego down.
About as dead as could be.
19 Oct
P.S. I could have given you this
Only a true panda expert, however, would know these startling facts:
That the otherwise slow moving Panda can outrun a cheetah when moving backwards
That panda fur, when woven into a fabric, is bulletproof
A panda briefly replaced Ringo Starr in the Beatles
Pandas were frequently used as background extras in classic black and white films
That all panda cubs [...]
18 Oct
2. I wanna fuck the world
Some came, some could have, but when they all went I gathered my gifts and borrowed possessions. Some stood still for years and taught me comfort and deeply rooted vice, some came around for a day or two and estranged vile hints for my immagination to indulge itself into. Some left dreams and music, some [...]
18 Oct
1. No, I will drink to your decline
Dupa Wings of Desire nici macar gandurile nu se mai simt in largul lor in stinghereala. Dintr-un bun simt, dintr-o nevoie de expansiune, n-as mai putea sa-mi permit ganduri meschine. Meschine prin lipsa de insemnatate, prin lipsa excesului, prin lipsa potentialului din ele. Trivialitate.
Dupa Pessoa, n-as mai putea scrie. Adevaratul lui jurnal – si nu [...]
12 Oct
V.ESSE.L
My body has become a vessel, a midnight vessel with all its voyages and storing compartments, with its seas of peace and horror, with its one dream that gives way to the morning. My body has become a vessel of fumes and toxins -a dragon spelled to sleep – a monster of the morning. A [...]
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