good advice

be honest and don’t feel guilty.

Anunțuri

„Cat despre ideea ce a ne scutura… de ceva care e pe noi… nu o impartasesc. Acasta este o idee populista. Suna ca naiba populista dar poporanista suna si mai rau. Cuvantul este völkisch. Adica noi poporul suntem buni, silitori si muncitori si deasupra noastra stau cei rai, lenesi, indolenti… patura superpusa cum ar fi spus Eminescu. Dar Eminescu era aproape ce povestea asta völkisch pe cand noi cadem in ridicol.

Or, nu este adevarat. Poporul este riguros tot atata de viciat cat si clasa lui conducatoare. Nici mai mult nici mai putin. Nu avem de ce sa ne scuturam… suntem tot noi numai ca nu ne place ce vedem cand ne uitam in oglinda.

dintr-un comentariu la un articol de Vladimir Tismăneanu, semnat Răzvan

reclame Dedeman de Dragobete

(sau de ce absurdul e mereu prezent la noi acasa)

Dragostea-mi ca sa se vada
Am sa-ti dau in dar o cada.

Ca sa-ti spun ca te iubesc
Motosapa-ti daruiesc.

Te-as lipi sa stai cu mine!
Adeziv iti dau, mai bine …

Tare-mi place dragostea
De-aia-ti cumpar o vopsea.

Esti asa cuceritor
Ca-ti ofer un polizor.

Vorbesc in zadar fiindca te ador
Si iti dau in dar un radiator.

Ti-as da in dar o floare, ti-as darui speranta
Ti-as da si inimioare, mai bine iti dau faianta.

Vocea ta e-o simfonie
Asa ca-ti daruiesc o bucatarie.

Cand apari e primavara
Asa ca-ti dau lampa solara.

Dragostea-i fundamentala
Asa ca-ti cumpar o centrala.

Iubirea e un lucru rar,
Asa ca-ti dau un balansoar.

Te ador si te iubesc,
Gresie iti daruiesc.

Pentru ca tot mai mult te iubesc,
Masina de tuns gazonul iti daruiesc.

Dragostea-i dulce ca o clementina,
Asa ca-ti cumpar mobilier de gradina.

Dragostea-i o valvataie,
Asa ca-ti cumpar un set de baie.

Te iubesc si-ti dau cu dor
Hota, plita si cuptor!

Te iubesc nespus, iti marturiesc.
O betoniera iti daruiesc.

Cand ma certi, eu nu ma supar.
Vata minerala-ti cumpar.

De cum te-am vazut eu te-am iubit,
Asa ca-ti dau masina de gaurit.

Tot mai mult eu te ador
Si-ti dau un rotopercutor.

Te iubesc mai mult ca niciodata
Si-ti cumpar gresie portelanata.

Esti asa seducator
Ca-ti ofer un compresor.

Ai un suflet minunat,
Asa ca-ti dau masina de spalat.

Ai un chip de papusa,
Asa ca-ti dau in dar o usa.

Vocea ta suna ca un refren,
Asa ca-ti cumpar polistiren.

Cand sunt cu tine nici nu pot sa vorbesc,
Asa ca un fierastrau electric iti daruiesc.

Dragostea mea nu-i un foc de paie,
De aia-ti daruiesc un set de baie.

Tot mai mult eu te iubesc,
Cazan pe lemne-ti daruiesc.

Cand ma prinde al dragostei val,
Iti daruiesc un scaun directorial.

 

Decat sa-ti dau ursulet de plus,

Mai bine cadita si cabina de dus.

come visit me in my aquarium, my friends…

My whole life as an artist is the attempt to come into contact with other people, to leave this aloneness (alleinigkeit).
„Why do you not accept loneliness?” I asked. Then, as if I’d said something completely mad, a second fit of laughter ensued. „I believe,” he said, without really calming himself, „that no one can accept this, no one in the world. My God! Every child knows from the age of four knows that this human isolation exists, this loneliness. And every human being yearns to leave it and find something that will get them out of there. Don’t you agree?”

[…]

„Have you ever played with the thought of undergoing psychoanalysis?” I asked.

Bergman’s exploding laughter filled the sparse room. That I amused him so much made him well disposed towards me.[…] „You know,” he said, „an artist practices therapy on himself, and he shouldn’t have a bad conscience about it. A tiger doesn’t have pangs of guilt when it eats a beautiful animal. The artist has to eat his animals. That’s all part of it. We have to have the best conditions for our work. An artist must be free. Or else you can forget it.”

Dostoevsky’s sentence, as famous as it is banal, occurred to me. „Money is coined liberty.” Already in my mind I was working out how much I’d be able to ask for the interview with Bergman. He asked: „Do you have the freedom to do what you want?” I was so shocked I answered truthfully: „Perhaps with your help.” Never in my professional life have so many embarrassing things happened to me as during this interview. And never has anyone treated me so generously when I tripped up as Ingmar Bergman. „When I started out I wasn’t free at all,” he said. „Not in film, and not in the theatre. But today I’m one hundred percent free.” „Are you happy now?” I asked.

He poured himself more mineral water, but didn’t touch his glass.

„No,” he answered, „I’m not happy. But I feel comfortable. You know, I’m like a fish, and I’ve got my aquarium. It has it’s limits, but I don’t accept them. For me they’re just symbolic. Of course like everyone I’m fenced in all around by things, and in myself. But I’ve got my aquarium, and I like it, and you’re welcome to come visit me inside it.”

Now he took the glass and emptied it.

I flipped through my notes. I was supposed to get some details out of the world-famous director about „The Serpent’s Egg,” which he was planning to shoot at the Bavaria Studios in Munich. That’s what my editor had said. But he didn’t want to talk about it.

The film takes place in 1923, the year of Hitler’s failed putsch, and shows – that much I knew – the human drive to self-destruct in the example of the looming catastrophe. I asked: „Do you think people are destructive by nature?” He laughed once again with his sad eyes and said:

„Yes.”

Ingmar Bergman in an interview with Andre Müller

Nu poţi purta prietenie dacă nu-ţi porţi prietenie.
Noica

Ca să scrii, ai nevoie de convingeri, or, în momentul de față eu n-am aproape nici una.

Într-un fel cred că-i mai bine că n-a făcut nimic în viață. Numai mediocrii se realizează.

Bătrânețea e autocritica naturii.

NU mai suport decât oamenii amuzanți, glumeți, pe toți cei care n-au nici o convingere şi care se pricep, în schimb, să spună povești și bancuri.

În absolut, o nedreptate trăită atârnă mai mult decât un merit răsplătit.

Aş vrea să ling toate rănile acestei lumi.

A fi nu e cu putinţă decât în interiorul propriei tale etnii.

Orice fiinţă are valoare prin ceea ce este şi nu prin ceea ce face. Că se realizează sau nu, asta e o chestiune secundară.

Cioran – Scrisori către cei de-acasă

“The allotted function of Art is not, as is often assumed, to put across ideas, to propagate thoughts, to serve as an example. The aim of art is to prepare a person for death, to plough and harrow his soul, rendering it capable of turning to good.”

 

Tarkovski