Tool day or some of the 10,000 days (part two)

Alrighty then. Picture this if you will. Let's contemplate the whole "chosen people" thingy, and here it's not about love. I am not in the mood for love. It's about the chosen one, like in the matrix, or kung pow, or E.T. You'd better... You'd better listen. E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said: "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who not." Me, the Chosen One? They chose me!!! And I didn't event graduate from fucking high school.

Can't remember what they said. Such a heavey burden now to be the One. Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending, to write it down for all the for all the world to see. But I forgot my pen. Typical.

Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero. Can't remember what they said.

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You walked away years ago. Singapore was it? Who are you to wave the finger? So full of it. Fucking hypocrite. Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference? Now you're weeping. Musta got lemon juice up in your eye. So who are you to wave your finger? You must have been out of your mind.

You must of been out of your mind. Walking away like that. Coming back when I never could ever leave 2046. So who are you to wave your finger?

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The bearded man

After a few bottles of some unusually strong ale Stankevicius began talking with about every man willing to listen. A bearded man was his next victim.
- This ale is very good bearded man, Stankevicius said.
- ...
- It gets to me. I should have not tried to move all the furniture alone in one day. Maria wouldn't help me... It was tiresome
- ...
- And vexatious
- Like my name?
- Like the word
- I am vexatious
- ...
- My name is Vexatious
- Vexatious?

Tool day or some of the 10,000 days

Eye on the TV with the door locked, key on the outside, he on the inside. Tragedy thrills him, he feels no fun 'til someone dies. He stares like a junkie into the TV waiting for death. Drowning, killing, burning, poison, cancer, his kind of stories, from a good safe distance. He feeds on tragedies and chips. He lives while the whole world dies, in this forever hostile universe. Hostile and impersonal until he found his mother dead, in front of his locked door. Not so impersonal, not so distant now. He stares like a zombie while his mother's motionless body bleeds. Vicariously.


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"First time he arrived in Singapore he never thought he'll end up killing people for money or rank." Oh this sounds so bad. I'll never finish this, I should drop it all and go back. She used to help me with my barely adequate novels. Damn my eyes if they should compromise our fulcrum. "Having no place to stay made it hard for him in Singapore. He begged like a hooker all night long. His first night there, long before getting all what he wanted all along." This is not getting better. I'm going back to Jambi, I can't have tomorrow spent away. "Divided I wither, but as one, survive another day and season", that should be someone's end line!

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Poezii

Poeziile care au stat la baza post-ului precedent:
Tragere la sorti, A cumpara un caine, Aterizarea si desigur Pean.

...iar zugravii care apar aici au fost luati din poezia asta.

P.S. In rest Puma a dat trei craci aseara, a avut un sut la poarta si cateva recuperari. Golul a fost frumos, Gila-Pirlo-Kaka-Pato, ultimul marcand cu pamantul cu cateva minute inainte sa faca entorsa. Faza Pumei, golul, dar si voleul fundasului florentin care loveste propria bara, aici.

Nu trebuie mai ales sa intelegem

Nu putea fi mai rau
Trebuie mai ales sa le futem;
Dar mai ales sa le fi futut,
Intr-adevar mai ales sa le fi futut
In Pizda cu P mare
Dand din pula ca dintr-o coada.
Ah, cat fara de ochi sunt.

Unele vulgaritati pe alocuri, dar e mai mult omagiu in memoria marelui poet roman prin rememorarea unor versuri memorabile, usor modificate, prin acele vulgaritati desigur.

Sweeney Todd

link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZIVdaDGtjQ

There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful. A foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his life, and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous, and he was... naive.

There was another man who saw that she was beautiful. A pious vulture of the law, who, with a gesture of his claw, removed the barber from his plate. Then there was nothing but to wait, and she would fall, so soft, so young, so lost and oh so beautiful!

Oh, that was many years ago... doubt if anyone would know...

After 15 years of exile the barber comes back to London. There is no place like London... wife gone... daughter in the hands on an evil judge.
He has to do something. Oh, and he does!

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007)
directed by Tim Burton
cast: Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman
awards: Oscar nominee for best actor (2008)

I recommend

On Site

Don't think if you don't have to

link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJzdLrD_5Po

Devil's water

It had the same eyes, and I don't mean color, though even the color seams the same, but the same glance of lucid dream that provokes uncontrolled and irrevocably gaze, enclosed by the serene, innocent, morally challenged light.

I could add Stankevicius and some randomly chosen words to form sentences that come from Maria or some former soviet union acquaintance of Stankevicius or Bolkvadze mouth and file this as Absurd. But I will not, and will file this as 2046 based stories. You'll have to find the based story yourself.

P. S. Oh, and mocking is encouraged, explicit content allowed, ain't that so sweet you could dip your feet? Mispellings cand be found. Yes that was an obvious misspell!

Proof

Planta avea nevoie de multa lumina, isi misca frunzele, toate, pentru a fi atinse. Gradinarul grijuliu observa nevoile plantei si concepuse pentru prima oara in viata lui un fel de carucior metalic in care era asezata planta. In fiecare dimineata gradinarul, grijuliu desigur, actiona mecanismul acelui carucior, un mecanism nesofisticat care deplasa planta, pe toata durata zilei, pentru a fi mereu in bataia soarelui. Si soarele o batea. Vai. Avea mai multa lumina ca oricand fara a mai fi nevoie de efort pentru a o obtine. Trecura cativa ani buni, sau rai, chiar mediocrii, pana ce grijuliul gradinar constientiza eroarea facuta.

Un zugrav descoperi mai tarziu caruciorul in garajul prafuit ce necesita reconditionare. Nu si-a dat seama la ce ar fi folosit, dar nici nu si-a batut capul. Zugravul a zugravit garajul intr-un gri palid.

Proof e un film in care Gwyneth Paltrow e fiica unui matematician briliant.

Era odata Maria. Un coleg de-al ei ok, total diferit de ea, a invitat-o la o petrecere care se suprapunea, cu niste planuri neimportante care nici macar nu erau facute inca. Parea o petrecere destul de naspa si i s-ar fi parut total aiurea sa mearga acolo. Ramane gandul, oare Maria s-a dus la party sau totul e unul din gandurile ce nu ar trebui rostite?

In Proof este vorba despre o descoperire matematica demonstrata. As vrea sa imi aduc aminte daca Gwyneth incerca sa se convinga ca ea a scris-o sau incerca sa se convinga ca tatal ei a facut-o. Avea nevoie de o dovada.

In mare lucrurile nu ar trebui demonstrate dar, cand faci multe greseli, si cele mai evidente lucruri nu mai par atat de adevarate chiar daca stii ca sunt. Si stii ca sunt. Uneori e momentul sa arati ca greselile sunt greseli iar adevarul e adevar si poate, doar poate, sa te si comporti in concordanta.

Proof e un film regizat de John Madden, nominalizat cativa inainte la Oscar pentru Shakespeare in Love. A ratat oscarul pentru regie, dar filmul, Shakespeare in Love, nu a ratat. Acolo e alta poveste, tot cu Gwyneth, dar si cu Shakespeare care si el, ca si ea, era indragostit.

Cu urechile pe spate

La doua-trei vorbe spunea, imposibil de-nteles de ce si cu ce legatura, "cu urechile pe spate"...

Incepusem sa-i vorbesc despre poezie, ii si citeam niste versuri, la care ea, privind direct in halba de bere, imi raspunse: "Da.. Cu urechile pe spate!"

Am luat-o in brate si am sarutat-o pe fata ei rotunda si transpirata, apoi pe buzele de copil. "Cu urechile pe spate!", mi-a spus cand s-a desprins din bratele mele.

I-am spus ca sunt dispus sa ramanem prieteni si tot bla-bla-bla-ul care se spune in situatiile astea. Dupa ce-am terminat cu discursul meu stangaci si artificios, a tacut o vreme. Apoi a murmurat ceva ca pentru ea. "Ce-ai spus?", am intrebat-o, uitandu-ma cum se formeaza lacrimile in ochii ei fara gene. "Cu urechile pe spate...", a soptit din nou, strangand din umeri.


Bucati din Mircea Cartarescu, De ce iubim femeile. Nu are legatura cu cartea, nu comentez cartea. Cu urechile pe spate!