Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.

To love somebody is not just a strong feeling - it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision? - Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving

V

caut

too chill too fuck

vreau miau
vreau acasa
sau sa vina casa la mine
sau sa vii
am obosit sa astep

merci

trece multisoara lume pe blogul asta
nu stiu de ce vine
ce gaseste
si ce ia
din toate care le scriu aici
dar va multumesc ca-mi cititi monoloagele
e misto sa stii ca nu esti chiar asa de singur
tu si taracanii tai

pop s a

si pe noi ne leaga locuri
si muzici
si texte
si gesturi
si priviri
si hoinareli intelectuale
si popsaua din noi

si ne lipim de legaturile astea
ca sa nu ne despartim de noi insine
si ne tinem de fiece fir fragil
in speranta ca-l mai putem depana

aducem jertfe memoriei
ascundem faptele
le inlocuim cu naluci
aprindem focuri in inimi
trezim fluturii din stomac
noi putem orice
suntem tineri si prosti
avem toate drepturile si scuzele

home

am vazut Contact
am ascultat si citit si gandit diverse chestii
noi suntem singuri
sau ba
noi suntem minunati
sau ba
noi suntem
sau ba

acuma tre de-l citit un pic pe badea Sagan

vulcan

opun rezistenta

dar ea cheama

cealalta

poate rezist

poate plec

ascunzis

miau1

miau2

metamorphosis

In former days Bob Arctor had run his affairs differently: there had been a wife much like other wives, two small daughters, a stable household that got swept and cleaned and emptied out daily, the dead newspapers not even opened carried from the front walk to the garbage pail, on even, sometimes, read. But then one day, while lifting out an electric corn popper from under the sink, Arctor had hit his head on the corner of a kitchen cabinet directly above him. The pain, the cut in his scalp, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. It lashed on him instantly that he didn't hate the kitchen cabinet: he hated his wife, his two daughters, his whole house, the back yard with its power mower, the garage, the radiant heating system, the front yard, the fence, the whole fucking place and everyone in it. He wanted a divorce; he wanted to split. And so he had, very soon. And entered, by degrees, a new and somber life, lacking all of that.

walking for miles

Hilma af Klint (1862–1944) was a Swedish artist and mystic whose paintings were amongst the first abstract art. She belonged to a group called ‘The Five’ and the paintings or diagrams were a visual representation of complex philosophical ideas.

legaturi primejdioase joase tulumamalui

legati

infloriti

infiniti

tulumamalui de legaturi

ea

noi suntem diferiti
si minunati
si bolnavi
si noi putem
si noi vrem
si noi ne trezim
si noi ne gruzim
si noi o iubim
pe Iulia

calut

— Мальчик, почему куришь в школе? Какой класс???
— Буржуазия.
 

hurt me

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for. ~Bob Marley

go bang

I am still alive
in all the places
you killed me.

ps.
— Читал роман "1984" Оруэлла?
— Я в нем живу.

thoughts

 I think too much.
 I think ahead.
 I think behind.
 I think sideways.
 I think it all.
 If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.

pieces

ne nastem o bucatica: aer, apa, lumina
ne lipim de alte bucatele: parinti, realitate, conventii, sensuri, maniere, cuvinte
bucatelele conctituie un intreg relativ
pe la 30 intregul relativ se descompune
in multe bucatele: regrete, animozitati, dezamagiri, contrari, taceri, isterii
murim intr-o bucatica: carne, oase, amintiri

terms and conditions

1 sa nu lasi sa ti se sparga inima
2 sa nu spargi inima cuiva
3 sa nu fii indiferent
4 sa nu accepti indiferenta
5 sa vorbesti
6 sa ceri sa ti se vorbeasca
7 sa iubesti

curs-poveste

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness. ~Fyodor Dostoevsky

trouble

noi ne indragostim chiar daca stim ca va durea noi traim chiar daca stim ca asta-i trecator noi ne facem griji chiar daca stim ca-i inutil noi suntem mititei, capriciosi si frumosi noi avem probleme si dileme si griji si avem vise ce ne tin in viata, we can

we are all mad but some of us are madder

I believe the common denominator of the Universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility and murder. ~Werner Herzog

o~o

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. ~ George Orwell

☉

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity. ~Edvard Munch

i Burial

Mark Rothko - No. 3

Philo

citesc, ascult, caut sa invat ca sa pot intelege
nu-i usoara treaba asta cu filosofia
multi oameni s-ai gandit la multe chestii deja unele pe intelesul meu altele care ma depasesc
tare dar toti s-au gandit la "eu", la dumnezeu si la creatie sau existenta ca o stare fie naurala fie semi-magica
in fine, mi-ar fi greu sa expun toate care trec acuma prin filtrul mintii mele
am intele una - nu stiu nimic

hai sa vulgarizam un pic

TRANSCENDE vb. tr. a depăși limita cunoașterii experimentale, a realității perceptibile

The more you struggle to live, the less you live. Give up the notion that you must be sure of what you are doing. Instead, surrender to what is real within you, for that alone is sure. ~Baruch Spinoza

mai buddhist decat Buddha

tre de invatat resemnarea
cedarea
indurarea
transenderea
 

Trip-Hop

What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape. ~Vladimir Nabokov

fire walk with me

Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive. ~ William S. Burroughs

того

Я нашел себя. Но не того.

parca-i Borges invers
parca-l un labirint care se uita in oglinda si zambeste
parca-i tu si eu si primavara

mind over matter

Ходишь или сидишь, ешь или спишь, всегда наблюдай за умом, неустанно и беспрерывно.
Вот чему стоит научиться.
Миларепа
 

Да чтоб Будду разорвало от Нирваны.

eternal loop theory is back
buiucani is on fire
it shouldn't be
buiucani should be calm
calm down, buiucani
you'll be blessed

Turn on, tune in, drop out.

"Turn on" meant go within to activate your neural and genetic equipment. Become sensitive to the many and various levels of consciousness and the specific triggers that engage them. Drugs were one way to accomplish this end.

"Tune in" meant interact harmoniously with the world around you - externalize, materialize, express your new internal perspectives.

"Drop out" suggested an active, selective, graceful process of detachment from involuntary or unconscious commitments. "Drop Out" meant self-reliance, a discovery of one's singularity, a commitment to mobility, choice, and change. Unhappily my explanations of this sequence of personal development were often misinterpreted to mean "Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity".

end

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one.
When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm.
No anxiety, no agitation.

FlicKeR

Dreamachine: science + magic + art

free all

The water has no fear of being disturbed,

Remind me that I am water.

The air holds all, with no distinction:

Why do I forget I am air?

Why do I relinquish the solid earth I am,

For a rootless, trembling mind?

How do I crumple all of space,

Into a fearful ball of fight?

Remind me again and again

I am that Love unshakeable

In the midst of chaos, in the madness of life,

Just remind me I Am… just remind me I Am

solstitiu

sunetul noptii pe asfaltul inghetat

si daca dumnezeu e ateu

labirint

nu ne cunoastem
nu ne-am vazut decat in vis
si asta nu se tine
nu ne tinem
suntem liberi si independenti
si temporari
nu ne posedam
dar undeva acolo, over the rainbow
este tunelul care ne conduce unul spre altul
statia terinus - transcendenta
coridor tapitat cu dorinte si pareri de rau
vom uita
rewind

act normal

story of a
monk
visiting
the "normal" world
disrobing
marrying
divorcing
becoming a monk again

love problems

All of our problems

exist because

some one is not loving

someone else.

It has to start with YOU.

Is there someone

you are not loving?

Are you not loved by someone?

Sylvia Plath

am citit The Bell Jar acu cateva zile si tare m-a impresionat fata asta

e tare speciala naratoarea, gingasa, complexa, derutata

tare mi-a amintit de mine acu zece ani

am gasit un documentar despre Plath sa vad cat de autobiografica-i lucrarea

e

u e

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

care

There’s something within you that knows what to do. There is a power greater than you that knows how to take care of you without your help. All you’ve got to do is to surrender to it. Surrender your thoughts, your mind, your ego, to the current that knows the way. It will take care of you. It will take better care of you than you can ever imagine.

∞ ∞ ∞

See that you create the space in which the world moves, the time in which it lasts. 

Come to realize that the world is only sand. 

You may play with it, you may walk on it, but don’t build your house there. 

There is no journey, as such. 

It may not seem so, but we are always back where we started. 

What we were in essence, and what we will be in essence, is what we are in essence.

within

As you go about your life, don’t give 100 percent of your attention to the external world and your mind. 

Keep some within.

Ambient Therapy by Tutto Ritmo Lounge on Mixcloud

talmud muzical

nu ma pricep in muzica
muzica nu se pricepe in mine
we're even

Transcenzi

Si fiece por, ca o floare, se desface

Sclipeste si fotosintetizeaza

Tu esti facuta din apa si fire de stele

Nu-ti fie frica

Esti in siguranta

Aici te poate atinge doar fericirea

Ea se apropie de pleoapele tale

Si le saruta cu blandete

Si toate celulele se umplu de lumina

Ca niste mici licurici uimiti de propria lor forta

Te lipesti de tine si te imbratisezi

Apa din tine sclipeste, stelele vibreaza

mantra

Apa

Tu esti toata apa

Apa buna si rea

Apa calma si tulburata

Cand vine vantul si ridica sedimentele din tine - te agiti

Izbucnesti in valuri imense si te izbesti de diguri

Strivesti tot ce-ti iese in cale

Devii de neconsolat si de neinteles

Cand gasesti impacarea si soarele – te linistesti

Masa ta blanda si limpede acopera realitatea si o mangaie

Ochii tai albastri vad lumea asa cum este ea defapt

Integra si cumpatata, transparenta

Apa din tine e agitata astazi

Starneste ganduri mlastinoase

Porneste fictiuni tragice

Cand apa va tacea, totul iti va aparea infinit

Gingasia lumii va reveni atunci cand apa din tine isi va regati transparenta

Esti o apa speriata

Asteapta