Aveam pe atunci 26 de ani si credeam sincer ca nu facusem, deocamdata, nici un lucru rau in viata. Mult mai trist e ca am ramas convins de stupiditatea asta inca vreo zece ani dupa aceea…Azi stiu ca viata mea a fost, de fapt, un lung sir de cruzimi, nepasari, rautati de dragul rautatii si prostii de dragul prostiei, cum sunt, poate, vietile celor mai multi dintre noi. Azi stiu ca a fi matur, a fi om intreg, nu inseamna altceva decat a intelege ca esti rau, fundamental si dincolo de orice altceva. De cativa ani incoace nu pot dormi noptile si nu ma pot concentra la treburile mele ziua pt ca imi rabufnesc continuu in memorie imagini vii dint recut, cele mai penibile, mai rusinoase, mai dureroase experiente ale mele. Unele sunt de-a dreptul insuportabile, ma surprind strangand ochii si facand gesturi de indepartare cu mana ca sa scap de ele ….

Mircea Cartarescu

the wrongness, she called it

“Then there is his warmth, so loved, and strange, and the drawing in to the room where wrongness is growing. Wrongness grows in the skin and makes it hard to touch. Up, angry, in the darkness, for a sweater. No sleep, smothering. Sitting in nightgown and sweater in the diningroom staring into the full moon, talking to the full moon, with wrongness growing and filling the house like a man-eating plant. The need to go out. It is very quiet. Perhaps he is asleep. Or dead. How to know how long there is before death. The fish may be poisoned, and the poison working. And two sit apart in wrongness.

What is wrong? he asks, as the sweater is yanked out, wool slacks, and raincoat. I’m going out. Do you want to come. The aloneness would be too much; desperate and foolish on the lonely roads. Asking for a doom. He dresses in dungarees and shirt and black jacket. We go out leaving the light on in the house into the glare of the full moon. I strike out hillward toward the weird soft purple mountains, where the almond trees are black and twisted against the flooded whitened landscape, all clear in the blanched light of wrongness, not day, but some beige, off-color daguerrotype. Fast, faster, up past the railway station. Turning, the sea is far and silver in the light. We sit far apart, on stones and bristling dry grass. The light is cold, cruel, and still. All could happen; the willful drowning, the murder, the killing words. The stones are rough and clear, and outlined mercilessly in the moonlight. Clouds cross over, the fields darken, and a neighboring dog yaps at two strangers. Two silent strangers. Going back, there is the growing sickness, the separate sleep, and the sour waking. And all the time the wrongness growing, creeping, choking the house, twining the tables and chairs and poisoning the knives and forks, clouding the drinking water with that lethal taint. Sun falls off-key on eyes asquint, and the world has grown crooked and sour as a lemon overnight.”

Sylvia Plath, 23 July 1956

despre porci spinosi, si despre noi

“Instinctul lor de conservare este foarte dezvoltat, fapt pentru care in iernile extrem de geroase, porcii spinosi, desi sunt animale solitare, se aduna in turme, inghesuindu-se unii in altii. Apropierea le incalzeste trupurile, dar tepii partenerilor le produc rani dureroase, ceea ce ii determina sa se indeparteze. Gerul care patrunde in spatiile goale ii face sa se apropie din nou, insa mult mai putin ca prima oara. Acest du-te vino dureaza pana cand animalele gasesc distanta potrivita, anume aceea la care nici nu le este frig, nici nu se ranesc unele pe altele.”

if you come here you will also wonder: why two handles?!

Jewish ritual (fun) fact #346:

“What is the reason for the two-handled washing cup I’ve seen used for ritual hand-washing? After the first hand is washed, it is clean and pure. The unwashed hand, however, is not. If the two hands touch after the first hand was washed, it is necessary to rewash the first one. We use a two-handled cup to make the process simpler, making it easier to avoid the hands touching each other.”

‎”Secular or religious should have little or nothing to do with ethical behaviour. That it does speaks volumes about how disconnected modern Israelis of all types are from traditions that are far less religious than they are spiritual, humane, and human.”

RABBI ARIE CHARK – and this is valid for more than just Israelis…

„Incerc si eu sa fiu unul dintre aceia care traiesc mai mult decat mor.  Cei din jur nu prea se impaca cu asta. Ma cred neserios. Nu vreau multumirea nimanui. Vreau doar sa ma lase in pace. Sa accepte si gata.”

George Vasilievici

“If you can’t find happiness in stillness, fiind it in running.”

Wittgenstein

fericirea-i un lucru mărunt

Întrebată (de Eva Sârbu, într-un interviu publicat de revista Cinema în iunie 1979) dacă este fericită, actriţa[Rodica Tapalagă] răspunde: “Bineînţeles că nu! Şi întrebarea, şi răspunsul se nimeresc a fi replici din Unchiul Vania: Câteodată sunt şi fericită. Când trăiesc frenetic. Când lucrez. Când trebuie să mă lupt. Pentru perfecţionarea datelor mele omeneşti. Pentru autodepăşire.”

Codrescu in Andrei Codrescu and the myth of America – de Kirby Olson

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Imi place cate un pic din Marina Abramovic. De exemplu:

Make works that make sense. Avoid art pollution.

Sau asta:

So, what is a good work of art? It has that energy that tunes you into what is going on behind your back. Bruce Naumann always likes to say, “Art is a matter of life and death.” It sounds melodramatic, but it is so true. If you take whatever you do as a matter of life and death, and if you are there one hundred percent, then things really happen. Less than one hundred percent is not good art. It’s so hard to do it, but it is the only way. And this means no compromises.

Marina Abramovic – Role Exchange