sâmbătă, 28 ianuarie 2012

cross-validare

in a world of perfectly equal possibilities we are all perfectly equal possibilities, perfectly equal to chose or to not chose, to be chosen or not chosen
in this world the choice of x over y is no more than the choice of y over z or of x over z
the combinations are as many as there are living bodies or living personalities within these bodies
so the only difference in choosing one over the other resides in that that one isn’t the other just as the other isn’t the other one
so the sum of differences would be equal to 0 in such a way that choosing becomes more a matter of personal preference and availability or approachability
and whom ever tries to disprove this simple observation usually finds himself in front of a stone wall that cant be nor broken into nor over-passed
a conational of mine named it the not to be explained mystery
he considered it would rip some of life s potentiality
but
as scientists
we are doomed to equations and solutions
where X Y AND Z in any constellation must provide valid results
therefore the choice belongs to the white monkey that perceives the rise from the four legged condition as illumination
only to welcome its automatisms and natural delays in thinking as biped foundations
and so we must ask on which criteria precisely would or could be judged
 what is, what is not and the forever what if, could it
unfortunately, WE are too often mesmerized by delusions of one type or another to see clearly what comes from underneath
it is plain
as you wonder your choice, some of your choices already belong to someone else
more even, some of your choices aren’t even your own because they are entitled to choices of their own and this is what they usually call free will
perfectly free by the perfectly equal nature of choice
another point in this discussion would be that of the demand
when all equals all and the importance goes as far as the chooser allows it to go
then how do you explain to the tiny being that perceives oneself as unique that they all are
and that onenesses nullify each other
we must be unique, necessary, interesting and without a doubt unlivable without
how did this story begin
from the filling of empty time
it happens in short moments of empty time that we question what the others are thinking
and a deeply I-sh part of us would like them to think about us, to  be the central element of their existence, the cornerstone, the one and the only one
while there are so many
why one and not the other
‘tis one question we have been asking since the beginning of time
instead of perhaps turning the point against itself and asking why not
some crave for answer and validation of the one and only story, narcissism if you may or the profound doubt that if not x than y
 then the cynicism
but we survived so for so long
until the choice shifted indeed from one to x z or another
or is it one now
some don’t admit usually what some don’t understand
what hasn’t quantity and cannot be touched with the hands or eyes
and the  need for proof
but in which form and how much in order to accept the choice
or just plain straightforwardness which would be even odder because we are  not accustomed to it .
man be thy name and doubting be thy stone
even in the mischievous form of a woman

miercuri, 11 ianuarie 2012

The promise

my soul belongs to me but sometimes I lose my heart on the other side of the sleeve
lie to me don’t lie to me love me love me not
there was no weeping going around since the day she decided
to walk the earth round with the speed of time and turn back the momentum
wipe the tear before it’s settled down and choose my dimension
from all the gives and takes in the world how much to pull the line before there’s no more space behind it
not even for the canvas, for paint that revives in the making of the sweet surrender yet sweet approval
yet from where I’m standing language is a bit blind
still hear me internally
back forward answer
love
do you still
however

you know I’m crazy I never give up
they’ll be painting my face on the wall and throw virtual realities at it
I never give up
Maybe I’m made of iron and I am iron women
Maybe at one point I hated so much that I forced myself to love
Or maybe it’s just you love
But how can I deny
that
one inch away that string starts the song forgotten all over again and I hurt and smile in the same time

don’t see me with some blackened eyes
but do a gesture move some time or at least pretend to
sometimes
as harshly as I judge
I am not the one without faith

marți, 10 ianuarie 2012

azi – maine


Ziua in care am murit adica cliseic maine
 s-a terminat dupa ce a inceput de fapt la o oarecare vreme dupa
Pentru ca nu vreau azi sa mint in liniste voi striga
Cerule
Cer acel strop de magie inapoi si-l dau cu dobanda
Nu, promit sa nu-l las zestre la nepoti m-am lamurit cu treaba asta de cand cu mama
Stiu ca daca nu sunt in sifonier le voi gasi dar relatia noastra double bind m-a ranit
Mama mutter un porc o vaca sunt si vor ramane vesnic animale de companie pentru unii
Si hrana pentru suflet
Sunt ceea ce visez iar din cand in cand beau apa ca sa nu mor de inanitie
Iar eu spre deosebire de copiii din africa n-am nicio scuza
Un peste din ocean m-au aruncat mai spune si tu ceva nu sunt in mediul meu dar daca astepti putin pot gasi o explicatie si pentru asta
Immer and forever bule de acid carbogazos altfel m-ar tine la aparate
Un junghi intre coaste ce straniu parca scapasem de ficat
Este centrul existentei mele va fi demult uitat
Dar in pretimpul ce a trecut de la inceput pana cand va voi spune povestea asta
Mai ramane ceva atarnat de tavan si anume un rasu adica
Pe intelesul tau
mi-am castigat mana cinstit role the dice love and have your say
daca pun o clepsidra pe tavan cum curge timpul spre mine sau spre tine ? daca te vad din coltul usii dintr-o parte de unde stiu ca cealalta parte e tot a ta de unde stiu unde se ascunde
vreau sa dorm am ascultat destul
am vorbit in gand
am sarit de pe poduri m-am inecat si rasculat si nimicit rani dintre timpi morti
iar azi  cu desavarsire asta insemnand implinire e maine
deci visit me at my funeral and dance november rain
holy

deci cerule

azi – maine ?

transcripts; slits part I

The very act of
measuring or observing which slit it went throw ment it only went throw one not both
what is matter marbles or waves and waves of what and what does the observer have to do with this
it's like the neutron decided to act differently as if it would know it was watched
it seemed like the observer collapsed the wave function simply through watching
any kind of measuring device no matter how small interacted with the neutron subsequently collapsing the wave

luni, 9 ianuarie 2012

nocturna/matinala



dimensiuni
fara sa verb
craca de la etaj
zzzzz boruri largi
ocheade desucheate
ne lamuriri
disipare dizolvare
negredo albedo
inclin
asociationism
bomboane de ciocolata
alta data
rime making
atemporalitate si conjunctie
conjunctio oppositorum de la cer la apa pana-n pamant si dedesubt pana-n pom si de la inceput cu halat nou antiploaie pentru umbra impotriva dimpotriva vraci cu glas
vindec
razbatere final
barca prastie tinta lumina si iara mal uscat senin zzz boruri amin

duminică, 8 ianuarie 2012

scurt

Cam asta cu scurtele momente de magie
Inapoi la munca la sapa la arsita
Mai da o dusca de tuica sa ma incalzesc dinauntru spre afara
Si suflu in lumanare nu impart cartile azi
m-am resemnat ii las pe altii sa le faca si eu doar joc
da
din cand in cand toti trisam desi ne intoarcem spatele si ne negam facticitatea
expresia e in sine de prisos daca nu stii sa dai perdeaua sa-mi auzi strings cantand singure
de liniste
si frica? Si arborii pe campii si visul din bratele deshamate
un strop de lumina o mie de lire de lire reale sa cante la inmormantarea ingerului si nasterea femeii din fiecare
revolta-te impotriva a ce stiai inainte sa se revolte impotriva ta si striga din toti rarunchii este!
Este
Sunt suntem
Eram
Erati
Sunt
A fi
Cuget
Pe din doua pe carari nebanuite decat noua
Viata din sange cu tumult.

sâmbătă, 7 ianuarie 2012

s-c-e-p-t-i-c a


Nu cred in multe lucruri
Si chiar cele in care cred sunt sub semnul intrebarii
De ce nu rad de ce nu imi sterg lacrimile
Poate ca sunt de la frig
De ce am fiori pe spate si cum poate sa-mi fie frica acum cand sunt atat de libera
De ce nu pot sa astept si vreau mereu sa ard timpul
Sa fiu inaintea momentulu daca se poate sa fiu prematur
Sa cresc intr-o zi cat altii intr-o noapte
Nu as mai dormi sau respira sau vorbi sau tacea
As sta si as astepta fara rabdare sa vina ziua cand am murit ca sa ma nasc