Sunday, December 27, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
27/30
" trebuie sa aleg: 27 sau 30 "
" alege 30..because you're not a rocker "
" da..si imi place literatura mai mult decat muzica "
( nu e reproducerea exacta exacta )
" alege 30..because you're not a rocker "
" da..si imi place literatura mai mult decat muzica "
( nu e reproducerea exacta exacta )
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
which one's which
Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation.
And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
de ce mor poetii?
Thursday, November 5, 2009
pentru adelina, cu titlu
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love'
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love,
Merciful love that tantalises not,
One-thoughted, never wand' ring, guileless love,
Unmask'd, and being seen-without a blot!
O, let me have thee whole, -all,-all-be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss, those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, milion-pleasured breast,-
Yourself, your soul, in pity give me all,
Withold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the midst of idle misery,
Life's purposes,-the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind.
(John Keats)
poti sa o citesti tot tu
ca eu nu citesc frumos
I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love,
Merciful love that tantalises not,
One-thoughted, never wand' ring, guileless love,
Unmask'd, and being seen-without a blot!
O, let me have thee whole, -all,-all-be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss, those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, milion-pleasured breast,-
Yourself, your soul, in pity give me all,
Withold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the midst of idle misery,
Life's purposes,-the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind.
(John Keats)
poti sa o citesti tot tu
ca eu nu citesc frumos
negative capability/ true/ forever and ever
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Man/Woman/Lust/Not/antichrist
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
pour le connaisseur
butterfly, butterfly,
where do you fly,
so quick and so high,
in the blue, blue sky?
where do you fly,
so quick and so high,
in the blue, blue sky?
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
trouble

'I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I would respect him. Irwin was a full professor at twenty six and had the pale, hairless skin of a boy genius. I also needed somebody quite experienced to make up for my lack of it, and Irwin's ladies reassured me on this head. Then, to be on the safe side, I wanted somebody I didn't know and wouldn't go on knowing- a kind of impersonal, priestlike official, as in the tales of tribal rites.
By the end of the evening I had no doubts about Irwin whatsoever.'
By the end of the evening I had no doubts about Irwin whatsoever.'
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
slackerbitch
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Fucking
nu-ti pasa de nimic; sa te mirosi; esti nihilist; esti paranoic; esti Beck; sunt nimeni; m-ai deprimat; mi-e sila; mare Pacat!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
bine
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
O supa miso..for my sick friend(s)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sylvia (fuckin') Plath
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Freedom from Fear
calca-ma, te rog!
e ok..eu nu vreau sa mai sarut picioare..
..so..step on me, please!
..si da-mi drumul din lesa..
e ok..eu nu vreau sa mai sarut picioare..
..so..step on me, please!
..si da-mi drumul din lesa..
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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