to leave? or not to leave?
Azi plec! In jur tacere-i… Ma dezlipesc de patul cu arici
si ma gandesc la cum as face plici
durerei.
Furtuna a-nceput cand plec, pereti se scorojesc intr-una,
mi-arunca sufletul. Totuna!
Ii parasesc.
Si unghiul plange dupa mine, e coltul meu cel pedepsit
si-n el eu parca am simtit
famine.
Mai sunt si doi care ma mint, se-nvart in cer, tzipa si cer
doar doua clipe ca, stingher,
sa ma framant.
Deja am rupt din mine tot, am membre pseudo-carnale
cu degete sprituale…
Copil netot!
Ma misc doar in idei si umbre, ma sprijin de perete nou,
suspin in colt lang-un tablou.
Ce chipuri nude!
Azi am sa plec si i-am lasat si-acum zambesc pana la lacrimi
ca doar dupa peretele de patimi
ma simt casat.
Vopsesc un nou perete azi ce nu-i va semana deloc
si-mi fac din el un zeu netot,
scapat de orice razii.
Iar coltu-i e in doua nuante, vopseaua-i se prelinge,
ideea de profan se stinge.
Posed noi clantze!
Portrait
lentilele ochelarilor nu le mai sterge
caci n-a avut
privind adanc prin sticla geamului din baie
surade scurt
cand framanta noroi in palme
era ca un copil plapand
acum analizeaza oase
si dinti cazand
nebun, chiar paranoic poate
aduna cioburi de prin falci
contempla un pseudopod
cojeste melci
un om normal, nimic deosebit
poseda o mica oglinda
isi sterge ramele timid
gandind la microscopul din retina
British accent: Nasty
They told me not to do it! They even told me I cannot do it, that I could never do it! Well, wrong! Do you know the sound that your brain makes when the information that reaches it states you were wrong? It’s just as playing a game (for instance Want to be a billionaire?) only it’s louder and impossible to stand…
I’ve been having a revelation like this since forever. It’s just diiiiing! and then stop…think…analyze…let go…stop! Your thoughts are playing walkie talkie with you. Send data get info…input:output. All that chemistry is just like learning antonyms in school.
Remember that English teacher in primary? The one that made you pronounce all words with a sense of full responsibility for what you are saying? Like you had to swear to tell only the truth, no faults, no second chance… Like the future depended on your homework, on the addiction to your homework… Never would it have crossed your mind that sometimes maybe you will have fantasies about your teacher tied to the blackboard and still teaching… Come to think about it, that is the place where we all learn that nasty old British accent! The future of your thoughts, the liberty of your spirit, they all lie in the state of non awareness when leaning to actually talk like the British: about sun and rain, tea and parks, dogs and palaces, death and beer, being drunk and pissing… It actually gets worse everyday. And now who’s talking about ignorance?
View: Who am I?
Oh, come on! You actually know me! You know who I am and what I stand for! You know my strengths and my weaknesses, you know my personality and what lies beneath my appearance… You can read me just by looking at the tip of my toe and by touching the print on my heel or its print on the sand. You can watch me through the lenses in my eyes, can feel the movement of my cells while going down towards my liver just to die, you can watch my senses sway against some other entities.
Actually, you know me better than I do! You are the one that can silently hear my brain thinking, you can blankly observe my reactions to day and night, you can see me tired and happy! I cannot… And it’s just because I am not there, I live without me, I feel none of what I actually experiment. I’m just like an experiment without witnesses. While you, you can be my witness, you can mount the cameras, you can take notes about me because you learned how to write in primary school. I am never there for myself, I forget I exist and let you do all the work for me! Now question: are you my slave or am I a parasite? You answer this because I cannot think on my own: do that for me too!
It’s a pity that not even modern medicine has come with an antidote for me… I could linger like this forever should I find the way to impede my death. Oh, come on, don’t think that I’ve started thinking for myself this time. This idea was just common to all so called humans, irrespective of the fact that they can be independent or not. I mean, wouldn’t you fancy some glory of you own, come to think you’re the -est of the whole pack of identical brothers you have? Wouldn’t you like to lead the horde towards the place where they will forever become under your command? No? It seems either you have let go of your human condition or you’re just an ordinary lier, just like most of us.
Just think for a second that I am your ‘universal’ conscience talking like I own you. Would you admit to me that I am right (in other words, would you lie to yourself)? Test: if you were my master, could I not be your slave? If yes, then the state of disillusion stays at the idea that men find themselves free although the truth lies near the other opposite of their spine. In conclusion, not to be driven by glory and self-conscience would be to have become a madman. Which one is better, stays for you to find out. Just so you know, you are not actually unique… On either side, you can only be a social animal following the one that cannot think for himself so that he lets you think and then takes the idea accepted by the majority.
Oh, and another thing: this sketch was not at all about myself because ‘you’ surpassed ‘I’ by far. So, to answer the question about my identity would be too simple: I am mad and I am going to die at the end of my life. Got it?
Free hugs
Maybe you have heard of this, maybe you have not, but it’s worth to experience a little… If you believe that, come today at Arthur Verona Str. after 6 p.m, where you’ll get to be hugged and you may even get some hugs to take at home, so everyone will enjoy them. Or who knows, maybe you get to be a part of our team as well…
HUG!
Oh, and let’s not forget Street Delivery takes place all day, TODAY! Same place…
View: beneath
I go deeper and deeper and, what’s funny, I’m taking all of you with me. In a non-personal, non-intended way…
Oh come on! One should not be scared of my capacities to persuade and my power to drag corpses till the end of the pit. It’s not like you’re going to get stuck in clay just because I’ve had this vision for some time. Nor if it’s going to come back to me every second of my unconscious moments… Understand that I cannot influence your life because man is independent in his nature. The only question is if we still have some humanity in us to impede us being dragged!
Beneath. It all happens there. All our hopes, fears, cliches, failures, curses, anathemas, crying, leans, once again hopes lively exist deep below our skin, far behind our rictus and body language, they dwell even far behind subconscious movements of the eyelids. No one can actually read the scripts that they write, the lines that they draw our lives with. It’s far above mathematical language, but still so low it scares me that they can excavate till they reach Lucifer’s horn and grab him by the hole in his chest and pull him up to have a heart transplant.
H ave you ever thought of Evil wearing your soul? Think again, maybe you’d like to earn more money the coming month!!!
It’s not sick man’s sewage…It’s society’s truth that we market over and over again till it becomes so natural that vegetarians will eat it before 6 p.m and feed it to their children under the name of ‘cure for birth drug disease’. Grow up! Learn to see feelings before you step on them!
