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fancy sparks you call
post-modernism
so many directions chosen
by well formed Artemis legs
wearing french lingerie
the electricity
poisons us with the speed of a century
well fucking done,
ma petite folie!
i´m losing grind
in neverending summers
by 45 degrees
Che will be so proud
if he ain´t rotting


"You can never have a revolution in order to establish a democracy. You must have a democracy in order to have a revolution."

G. K. Chesterton
Green rings around the eyes, this grass in vibrant motion
arcs tenderly about you, at a distance-
you summon it, then fling it round, broken
by your laugh of youth and innocence.

Stretched under you, this curling dome of grass
would sound its voices in the gravel-
but you are unaware - and now you pass
through foreign stars, a fool.
by Nichita Stanescu

Thus, like the skin
of a shorn ewe, the day rises.

It is difficult to skin the self from a stone.
It is difficult to skin memory from a Greek.

But why should we talk about these!
After all,
light too has a skin,
light too can be skinned...
So
light too is guilty of being.

A gust of fresh air
comes with the millenium.
We are beautiful;
why should we not be beautiful?

We eat one another
only from hunger,
from adoration,
from structure,
from love.
It doesn't matter.
We are what we are,
that is, beautiful.

I carry my ever still blood
in my heart.
I carry my ever salt tear
in my eye.

I carry the angel in the middle of heaven.

From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.
:bulletred:real,incredible, epic lesson about survival and life---->www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDY…:

Please watch!
DER KREATIV-ARTISTISCHE KOERPER ZWISCHEN IDEAL UND KONDITION

Jede Suche beginnt mit einer Frage.Von außen nach innen,weil wir das ,was wir spüren/fühlen, zu sehen versuchen, weil wir das, was sensorisch, metaphysisch, durch unsere atomisch-tangentiale Interaktion mit einem komplexen materiellen und sensitiven Plan spuren, geflucht sind zu leben.Aus dieser sensorischen Überflut von existentiellen Signalen erheben wir unseren Haupt, die rettende Arche bauend,unsere Egos bauend: das artistische Ego, das rationelle Ego, das Ich-physische Ego,um durch ihnen aufzunehmen,um durch ihnen eine sensorische Typologie für die menschlich-existentielle Kondition zu entwickeln,vielleicht nur Scherben die wir aufzusammeln versuchen, sensitive Quants.Um die Illusion dieses ,vielleicht Cervantesquen, doch suessen Versuchs einer Identität aufrechtzuerhalten,ziehen wir den schmerzhaften kreativ-artistischen Körper an,diese sentimentale, sensorisch-materielle Perzeption.

Ein Ich,ein Körper, eine Identität.

Wir fühlen, wir kreieren,wir sterben.

"Die Kunst ist eine dichte Anhäufung des Lebens,Transzendenz und Veränderung,kann und will nicht eine Rebellion gegen die fundamentalen Harmonien;in Gegenteil,sie bringt uns diesen Harmonien näher,verstärkt sie,deckt sie auf." meint Balzac.Durch unsere dramatische,doch artistische in ihre Tragik, Sterblichkeit, führt die Materie ein Selbstgespräch mit sich selbst, ein Gespräch zwischen den Atomen, nicht mehr als das sind wir und doch alles.

Der göttliche Funke der Kreativität steckt in uns allen,sagte man,doch sind wir imstande dem Nichts Leben einzuhauchen? Das göttliche Schaffen ist des Nichts Transzendenz in eine Form durch Kontemplation, nicht durch einen Prozess. Unser mühsames,konvulsives Schaffen ist Imitation nur,eine Umstellung von existierenden Dingen,ein Versuch die Ästhetik der Form zu kopieren,das Gefühl in Wort,Farbe oder Ton zu fassen, wo wir, Künstler,mehr oder weniger kläglich scheitern.Ein mit sich selbst und mit seinem Schaffen zufriedener Künstler ist ein gescheiterter Künstler,ein Dilettant verloren in seiner narzisstischen Selbstspiegelung.Weil der Weg zwischen dem inneren Auge und dem Wort,der Farbe bzw. Ton lang ist, und oft alles verloren geht.

Und so ist die Kunst, meiner Meinung nach, das sublime,wiederholende Scheitern, das uns zeigt was wir sind,aber auch was wir nicht sein können.

Zieh des Körpers Mantel der Kreativität an,oh,Dichter,Held des Leids, färbe dein Gesicht mit Rot,des Blutes Rot,du blinder Maler aus nicht sichtbaren Sphären,stehle noch eine Oktave,eine mehr,eine höher aus dem Stöhnen des Sterns du himmlischer Komponist,noch einen Tropfen aus dem suessen  Nektar der Unsterblichkeit,ach, tragisch-komisch Ich des Fatalismus Sklave,doch lauf,lauf weiter auf das idealisierte Weg,du bist nicht der erste,wirst auch nicht letzter sein,doch auch du bleibst mit der ersten Frage,unbeantwortet auf deinen sterbenden,kalten Lippen: was bin ich,warum und wo?

Das Ende beginnt mit einer Frage.

'A' STANDS FOR...

Journal Entry: Wed Dec 10, 2008, 5:36 AM

Updated Favourite Movies List</b>
(because i love movies,because i support cinema)

Metropolis - Fritz Lang,masterpiece,the movie of the century

Apocalipse Now Redux- Coppolla,because "heart of darkness" is a journey everyone makes

Chung-King Express- Wong-Kar-Wai, best romance movie ever

There will be blood - Daniel Day Lewis tour de force, one hell of a movie

Princess Mononoke - if you never saw a Miyazaky movie,go see this one

Once upon a time in America - Sergio Leone,Morricone,Charles Bronson,Henry Fomda,Claudia Cardinale,masterpiece of filming and filming techniques of a storytelling

Bitter Moon - Roman Polansky in his best form, sad movie

Lord of the Rings - heroism, courage, friendship, duty, hope, great lessons in form of a fairytale

Infernal affairs - the korean original, Shakespearean quality

The remains of the day - great movie about responsibility and missed chances  with Sir Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson from Tony Mingella

Under suspicion - Laura San Giacome and Liam Neeson delivering a cat and mouse game in a noir little gem from 1991

Taxi Driver - classic, if De Niro then at his best in this one

Lawrence of Arabia - epic, smart, controversial, full of lessons

Solaris - the original russian production after the book of Stanislaw Lem

Life of Brian - because of his humanity

Merry Christmas everybody, Adrian loves you!

'A' stands for...

Journal Entry: Tue Nov 4, 2008, 5:16 AM



HA!

2

Journal Entry: Wed Oct 1, 2008, 7:06 PM


Alina
Adrian


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Content:

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SAVAGE AWAKEN

by Vendegor

you were dreaming of me
last night
of giving me a blowjob
maybe standing
possibly laying
i was dreaming
of me
watching us
watching me
miles away i was dreaming
of the same room
then the mobile ringed
then a door slammed
then a sparrow flew
then somebody laughed

and it was morning




BLUES

by Florin Hulubei

In the mornings I drink my coffee with Andalusian rum
Vertiginous parades pass along the New York streets,
Black people, blackberry, black coffee, black blues
On sidewalks, into ad-hoc paradises, the concrete itself gapes.
Rain, like some chords, irritating and ceaselessly hits
The passers hurrying to their annoying jobs
The corner beer factory black porter's woman loves
Her child, preparing him some crispy tartines.
The captains from harbors are sick of the violet frigates and they talk
Of sad treasures, left by the cruel Jamaican pirates,
On the sea-front, so faintly bleached by the blue sun beams,
Palms rich in leaves get pale, shadowing matinal cormorants.
In the coffee with rum I drown chipply my four-legged winks,
Waiting for cigarettes with a flavor of liquor of dreams,
Bitter and irascible leadlike notes are still flowing along guitar chords,
Fading away in a declaration of love verbal glimpse.

In the mornings I drink my coffee with Jamaican rum,
Pale and sad students are passing on the streets of Bucharest
White people, white feathers, white coffee and cream,
The concrete gets colored light-green, in the actresses’ eyes


EIN HAUCH VON WAHNSINN

by 1Wortmaler


Ich kann nicht einfach aufhören zu denken
oder kannst du einfach auhören zu lieben?

Ich bin ein Wrack.
Viele beschissene Dinge
musste ich mitansehen
die mich prägten.

Unwohlsein
und innere Gestörtheit.
Wo ist der Sinn?
Was ist sinnlos?

Armselig
und in eine Ecke gedrängt.
Aufdringlich
in hoffender Hoffnungslosigkeit.

Ich schütte mein Leid vor allen aus
möchte jede Frau lieben
sie als rettende Hand sehen.
Wie naiv und blind.

Ach ja?...jA??...JA???
Gib mir einen Gegenstand
um den Spiegel zu zerschlagen
um mich zu erschlagen

Wenn ich dann in einer Lache liege
aus meinem gedankenverseuchten Blut
und der widerliche Strom nicht enden will

Wenn alles aus mir rausfließt
und ich endlich leer bin
dann bin ich frei.


EDITORIAL:

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THE BEST DAY EVER

by InspectorLupus


...was yesterday.
It was my friend James' 19th birthday.
Me, him, and his girlfriend went out to eat at a very good seafood place...walked across the beach...and then went to his place.
And that's where the real fun happened.
We took shrooms.
I took 4 grams, they took 2 each.
It was, without a doubt, the greatest thing I've ever experienced.
We took them about 5:30...popped in a Radiohead DVD, and about half way through, I started to feel it.
That was about 6:15, I'd say.
I started to see the walls moving...bright colors too...
Really bright...then really dark...
The whole trip was just a whirlwind of colors.
I felt like I was a hippie in the '60s.
It took James and Val awhile longer to feel it...and they weren't seeing colors at all.
The whole trip they just saw stuff moving.
I guess it was because I took a lot more.
Whenever we started to laugh though, we couldn't stop.
It was great...I love my friends.
I was afraid I was gonna have a bad trip too, cause I wasn't used to James' trailer...it was my first time being there, so yeah.
But to my surprise, I adjusted to my surroundings, and the whole trip was nothing but ace.
I popped in Pink Floyd: Live At Pompeii somewhere around this time...
We weren't watching it, but just had turned up loud for some good background music.
If you've seen Live At Pompeii before, then you should know that's pretty much the best background music ever.
We went outside for awhile...
I'm not sure they were feeling it then, but for me, the sky was pitch black (it was daytime), and the grass was bright red.
I kept on feeling like I was wet, and like I was naked.
I asked if I was, and James replied, "No...not yet."
If you've heard James before, then you'd know how funny that would've sounded.
James has a very distinct voice.
Anyway, we went back inside, and around shortly after, James' mom came.
James and pocketed his mom's keys by accident earlier in the day, so when his mom came, that was really...funny.
I had to hide in the back room, cause for about 15 minutes I was staring at a shoe.
He told his mom that we were really drunk, and his mom said something like "You know you could alcohol poisoning."
That when James lost it...kinda.
He was laughing a lot.
But his mom left soon after...she hadn't a clue.
Then we all got together again on the bed and just laughed our asses off.
I've never heard James laugh that way before...it was pretty funny.
I was even laughing different too.
Anyway, it pretty much continued like that for awhile.
After Live At Pompeii finished, I popped in The Wall.
I didn't really want to as much, cause I thought it was gonna bring me down...which it kinda did.
Cause if you may or may not know, The Wall is not a happy story.
Anyway, when I popped in the movie, James and Val just went in the back room for awhile.
I don't know what they were doing...probably it. lol
And then I felt alone...and that coupled with The Wall was not really too enjoyable...
But soon enough, the trip was over...
Then we all talked about it, and agreed that it was the best thing ever.
"Fuck weed, fuck coke, fuck extasy; shrooms is where it's at.", James said.
And we all agreed.
After that we waited awhile, then we left.
We went to Wal-Mart...James bought a trashcan.
Then we ate at Denny's.
Val was still tripping out, to our surprise.
Me and James were already sober.
At Denny's the service was horrible.
It took like 10 mins for them to seat us...10 mins for a waitress to come to our table...30 mins for her to bring us our food, and when she did, she spilled some of Val's food on the table...then it took her 10 mins for her to bring James some marinara sauce...
I said: "You wanna just leave?"
James: "What? Really?"
Me: "Yeah, we should. Fuck this bitch."
About 5 mins later James said: "Let's go."
It was great.
My first dine-and-dash.
The waitress was slow, and I mean that in both senses of the word.
We just rushed out of there laughing...fuck, it was awesome...
I kept on imagining the lady coming after us yelling "You fuckin' kids!!"
Hahaha, it was unbelievable.
It truly was.
Best day ever.
By far.



And if all goes well, we'll be doing shrooms again this weekend.
I love my life, I really do.
I'm thankful for all my friends, and all the adventures we get ourselves into...may it be drug-related or not.
I mean...you only live once, right?
Well...except me.
I'm a robot, so yeah...


KIRALYNA

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 12, 2008, 12:11 AM
:iconkiralyna:
She
looks like Eva Green and loves what everybody loves:
colours,
dancing,
writing,
laughing,

love




Her words:

Pleacă!

Ia-ţi inima ingrată din patul meu,
ia-ţi scoica-n care ascultat-am amândoi marea,
ia-ţi zâmbetul din cana de cafea,
ia-ţi lacrimile din caseta de bijuterii,
ia-ţi creionul cu care m-ai desenat atunci, în ziua ceea de toamnă şubredă,
ia-ţi atomii de parfum din acvariu şi
sufletul întins pe sârmă, la uscat
şi pleacă...


Her pictures:

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:thumb73957380:

GOLDEN FIX No 2

Journal Entry: Wed Sep 10, 2008, 9:23 PM
Dark Red Wine

women are waiting with the meal
well preserved flesh
men arriving at dusk
playing their part
electrical and mechanical
in so many ways
Rachmaninov and possibly
a blowjob
before watching toghether
their hands
behaving like broken toys
exploded pearls
of a tight collar
one more time turning off the lights
one more time the howling of an useless moon
one
more
time
living

who cares?


Pieces:

:thumb91848994: Sultry Go-Go by PhotosByPriapus
cutting nerve by MissKittinGabrielle La ce serveste bucuria by MissKittinGabrielle

What stays:

i give my best just to love you
till i knew you,we were just two pieces
i need to wake up/i don´t need to wake up

there are no final notes,it is a crescendo interupto!


FIN

G O L D E N F I X N o 1

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 4, 2008, 9:20 AM
I am open for commissions,covers,character design or just a good old blowjob in public toilet between 2:00 AM and 6:00 AM

Words:


The eye of the storm


screaming with all the atoms
my flesh passes through time
inside my optic nerve
the wet sand hurts
shining like
g o l d
binary gold
electric cross ( ...save me)
take me off the webpage
delete my password
chew my seconds
and spit me out
in a rebellious (pillar of salt) way

What a hell of a life,son!


Pictures:
:thumb67453030: el tot by MissKittinGabrielle
062 by tiki1 mon dernier examen. by Erdbeersternchen

Last thoughts:

reading Conan was fun
spiders are putting eggs in my throat while i am sleeping
my left testicle is heavier than his right brother , though i am not a communist
i am writing poems on toilet paper while shitting
turn the lights off


The End

  • Listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yPMdWxSxUg
  • Reading: blogs
  • Watching: knocked up (great movie)
  • Playing: Spellforce 2
  • Eating: fish
  • Drinking: PEPSI ( they gave me money to say this)

Savage awaken

Journal Entry: Mon Sep 1, 2008, 11:50 AM
Words





you were dreaming of me
last night
of giving me a blowjob
maybe standing
possibly laying
i was dreaming
of me
watching us
watching me
miles away i was dreaming
of the same room
then the mobile ringed
then a door slammed
then a sparrow flew
then somebody laughed

and it was morning

  • Listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yPMdWxSxUg
  • Reading: Conan by Kurt Busiek
  • Watching: memories
  • Playing: Spellforce 2
  • Eating: fish
  • Drinking: milk...miaaarww!:D

MY REVIEWS

Journal Entry: Wed Jul 23, 2008, 5:36 PM
Words


DAY 13/MAY+/-LOVE

...
don´t wake me up
if you want to go to the market
eventually kiss me hush/hush so
i can dream of snowflakes on my skin
eventually...

if your friends will visit you
again
to drink our cheap wine
again
so don´t bother to close the bedroom door
just because of my visible sleep-erection
thinking of you
surely...

the tv
is sending shit
turn the sound up
and turn it off, for god´s sake
you can paint in change my belly with your tongue
possibly..

are you sleeping?

are we dreaming?

again?

eventually...

P.S. don´t forget to feed my love with your love






Works and artists i admire

:iconbogdantzigan:
Cluj Plein Air experience by bogdantzigan Flowers and apples by bogdantzigan

he cuts the reality with his eye, destroys her in his mind and then rebuilds her from electrical pieces of light with his painting knife on thirsty and hungry canvas, he shows us the noble essence in the common forms, his brushes are singing the colours he uses. Talented, amazing, young, beautiful soul, Bogdan, ladies and gents! :clap:


:iconmagdaurse:
Lands by magdaurse Detail..... ' My flowers' by magdaurse

wandering through her gallery you can see how she evolves in expression and composition, you can also see her passion for what she does, art restoration, you can see her search for form, her intense relationship with the magic we use to call painting.

:iconiondanu:
Tundra by Iondanu The Nightmare by Iondanu

very organic, full with raw emotions and intimacy, one of the most sincere and incredible artists i have discovered on this platform


:iconderekjones:
:thumb78892992::thumb86470104:
a truly master of the most beautiful motive a painter can lay his eyes on ,the eternal,mysterious,poetic forms of a woman!



I support...


DA Stamps: red n black freak by eleoyasha Zodiac Stamp 'Scorpio' by Sharkfold Fire-4 elements project- by Loisa europeans stamps - stamp 1 by crossbow
::Insomniac Stamp:: by Sora05 .love rock. by PixieRiot:thumb89071171: Cassini Space Exploration by JakeLsewhere
I support the Death Star stamp by Raephen I Love The Rain - Wearwolfaa by stamps-club:thumb78977541: I Support Gypsy- by FireLilyAS
The Dark Side Stamp by Caddielook ADOPT A NEBULA by Casperium:thumb63772001: Stamps by Primitivity


It´s an occurrence of my being
And then the pleasure within me
Is stronger than me, than my bones,
Which you gnash in one embrace
Always agonizing, always wonderful.

Let´s chat, let´s talk, let´s say words
Long, vitreous, like chisel gabs separating
The cold river from its hot delta,
The day from night, the basalt from basalt.

Carry me up, joy and crush
My temple against the stars, till
My elongated and never-ending world
Raises to a column or something else,
Far more elevated and far more sooner.

So good that you are, such a wonder that I am!
Two different songs, hitting, intertwining,
Two colours that have never seen each other,
One from far below, facing dust,
The other one from far above, almost broken
In its cold, unique struggle
for the miracle that you are, of the incidence that I am.
On the morning they left
we said goodbye
filled with sadness
for the absence to come.

Inside the palanquins
on the camels' backs
I saw their faces beautiful as moons
behind veils of golden cloth.

Beneath the veils
tears crept like scorpions
over the fragrant roses
of their cheeks.

These scorpions do not harm
the cheek they mark.
They save their sting
for the heart of the sorrowful lover.
frozen on a field in December
my soul stops bleeding
lying mortal
before a non eternal eternity
who would mess with your mind better than me?
who would give in and call for you once in a while?
who would hate and want you more when you turn your back?
who would find such teasing ways of punishing you?
who would make you enjoy being kept at a distance?
who would you fall for if not me?
  In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.




BECAUSE OF PERSONAL  ISSUES I WILL CONSIDER THIS ACCOUNT CLOSED!
FOR THE SINCERE SUPPORT DURING MY STAY I AM THANKFUL AND WILL ADD MY PERSONAL WATCHERS TO THE NEW ACCOUNT

FOR ALL THE OTHERS,

GOOD NIGHT !
  The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.

Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the ruined day.

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment.

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness.
  we were made to stay whithin reach
but not to reach out
slow passionate dance.. too close.. too far..
constant bitter-sweet t e a s e...
and then u turn your back..
i run away, leave u wanting more
i know you love it too
we're circling each other's trap
feeding each other's addiction..
here i am
do you dare touch?