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The Portable Jack Kerouac

2022-11-24T16:09:00.005+02:00

I have lots of things to teach you now,

in case we ever meet, concerning the message

that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina

on a cold winter moonlit night.

It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry.

It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside.

We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds.

But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that

everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop,

stop breathing for 3 seconds,

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world,

and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught

in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing.

I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.

We were never really born, we will never really die.

It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self,

other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea.

That which passes into everything is one thing.

It's a dream already ended.

There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.

I know this from staring at mountains months on end.

They never show any expression, they are like empty space.

Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away?

Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space,

which is the one universal essence of mind,

the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake,

will never crumble away because it was never born.

― Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac

tags: awake, born, die, empty, letter, mountain, soul, space

Blindness - Eseu despre orbire

2022-11-21T16:51:00.002+02:00

'Say to a blind man, you're free, open the door that was separating him from the world, Go, you are free, we tell him once more, and he does not go, he has remained motionless there in the middle of the road, he and the others, they are terrified, they do not know where to go, the fact is that there is no comparison between living in a rational labyrinth, which is, by definition, a mental asylum and venturing forth, without a guiding hand or a dog-leash, into the demented labyrinth of the city where memory will serve no purpose, for it will merely be able to recall the images of places but not the paths whereby we might get there. Standing in front of the building which is already ablaze from end to end, the blind inmates can feel the living waves of heat from the fire on their faces, they receive them as something which in a way protects them, just as the walls did before, prison and refuge at once. They stay together, pressed up against each other, like a flock, no one there wants to be the lost sheep, for they know that no shepherd will come looking for them.'

― José Saramago, Blindness

Eseu despre orbire e o poveste despre supravieţuirea în haos, când cel mai neîndurător duşman nu e nici frigul, nici foamea, nici mizeria, ci omul de lângă tine.

Printre rândurile aşezate în bloc, unite în fraze lungi, în dialoguri lipsite de semne de punctuaţie – ca într-o oglindă în care se reflectă dezordinea despre care scrie autorul –, transpare ideea că omul e, în esenţă, rău. Şi de aici, toate derivatele care-l fac să îi ţină pe ceilalţi la marginea fiinţei lui: egoist, murdar, invidios, lacom, violent, degenerat, nesătul. Omul-animal.

Într-un oraş necunoscut, izbucneşte dintr-o dată o epidemie care îi face pe toţi locuitorii să orbească. Marea de lapte nu are vreo cauză concretă şi, se pare, nicio rezolvare. Soluţia la care recurg autorităţile este represiunea, iar mai apoi se ajunge la apariţia lagărelor. Singura rămasă neafectată rămâne soţia unui medic oftalmolog (ironie a sorţii?), cea căreia îi va fi imposibil să salveze tot oraşul, dar care va fi îndeajuns de puternică să aducă un grup de oameni înapoi la lumină.

Dar voi nu știți, nu puteți ști ce înseamnă să ai ochi într-o lume de orbi, nu sunt regină, eu sunt pur și simplu aceea care s-a născut să vadă oroarea, voi o simțiți, eu o simt și o văd.

În afara acesteia, romanul se învârte în jurul a şase personaje, toate fără nume, semn că într-o lume în care dorinţa cea mai aprigă e aceea de a trăi, cu orice preţ, trecutul contează prea puţin. În schimb, ele sunt numite după trăsătura caracteristică lor, astfel: primul orb, medicul oftalmolog, tânăra cu ochelari negri, soţia primului orb, bătrânul cu legătură neagră şi băieţelul strabic. În final, niciunul nu va mai fi acelaşi. Vor trece prin metamorfoze, vor cunoaşte cele mai profunde sentimente umane, de la frică la neputinţă, de la nepăsare la acceptare. Vor învăţa grija, dar şi crima.

Cred că n-am orbit, cred că suntem orbi, Orbi care văd, Orbi care, văzând, nu văd.

Epidemia bruscă de orbire avusese, de fapt, cauze morale. Este convingerea care se poate identifica în spatele revoltei rândurilor, şi este credinţa ultimă a celei care vede. Oamenii fuseseră dintotdeauna mai puţin oameni, iar iubirea lor de sine, interiorizată, se exteriorizase în cruzime inexorabilă şi în egoism sălbatic.

Eseu despre orbire – cum ne închidem ochii deschişi

The Cat Who Knew Shakespeare

2022-11-18T15:15:00.001+02:00

drawing

pencils on canson paper

by Daliana Pacuraru

The Cat Who Knew Shakespeare

Lilian Jackson Braun

There's something rotten in the small town of Pickax--at least to the sensitive noses of newspaperman Jim Qwilleran and his Siamese cats Koko and Yum Yum. An accident has claimed the life of the local paper's eccentric publisher, but to Qwilleran and his feline friends it smells like murder. They soon sniff out a shocking secret, but Koko's snooping into an unusual edition of Shakespeare may prove CATastrophic...because somewhere in Pickax a lady loves not wisely but too well, a widow is scandalously merry, and a stranger has a lean and hungry look. The stage is set for Qwilleran, Koko, Yum Yum, and the second act of murder most meow...

Tales of Ordinary Madness

2022-11-17T17:53:00.000+02:00

I've never been lonely.

I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal.

I've been depressed.

I've felt awful -- awful beyond all --

but I never felt that one other person

could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...

or that any number of people could enter that room.

In other words,

loneliness is something I've never been bothered with

because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

It's being at a party, or at a stadium

full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness.

I'll quote Ibsen,

"The strongest men are the most alone."

I've never thought,

"Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here

and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls,

and I'll feel good.

" No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd,

"Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do?

Just sit there?

" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there.

It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people.

Let them stupidify themselves.

I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night.

I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.

That's all.

Sorry for all the millions,

but I've never been lonely.

I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have.

Let's drink more wine!

― Charles Bukowski

A Wild Swan: And Other Tales

2022-11-15T18:40:00.001+02:00

“Yeah, right, sweetheart, it’s a wing, I’m part angel, but trust me, the rest is pure devil.”

― Michael Cunningham, A Wild Swan: And Other Tales

A flock of swans was housed in a bay of the Black Sea, Eforie Sud (Romania ). They quickly found admirers: locals who come to feed them and take pictures with them.

The Crunch - Love is a Dog From Hell

2022-11-10T17:14:00.008+02:00

The Crunch by Charles Bukowski

photography: daliana pacuraru

poetry: charles bukowski

music: sonora -quincas moreira

film by daliana pacuraru

The Crunch by Charles Bukowski ( fragments)

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
"no."

This poem was published in "Love is a Dog From Hell". © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes

Wasted Sunsets (Perfect Strangers)

2022-11-04T11:18:00.002+02:00

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon

and then dripped over and was gone,

and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone,

and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag,

hung over the spot of its going.

And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon,

and darkness crept over the land from the east.”

― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

#dark, #destiny-quotes, #dreams, #earth, #life,

#life-journey, #light, #moon, #poetry, #sun, #sunrise, #sunset

Key of Knowledge

2022-11-01T13:09:00.000+02:00

“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty.

They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices.

Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and

flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years

Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?

And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed.

They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly,

very nearly, human.”

― Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge

death, ego, houses, human, life, old-houses, spirit, years

ArtHalle One Summer Show

2019-08-15T13:06:00.001+03:00

'Bucharest weather may be unpredictable,

but you can always rely on ArtHalle to bring the heat with our One Summer Show.

From 08th August at our 10 Budisteanu Gallery

we will be exhibiting artworks by a range of ArtHalle artists,

all of which were previously displayed at exhibitions during the year.
Throughout the duration of the show,

as we sell the artworks we will replenish the show with yet more wonderful artworks,

so be sure to keep visiting the gallery

to get some ArtHalle beauties on your wall this summer!'

Dan St. Andrei

photo : Daliana Pacuraru

Chopper Academy

2019-06-05T14:39:00.001+03:00

Amused To Death - Roger Waters

2019-06-02T00:34:00.002+03:00

Doctor, Doctor, what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
what is the heart life of a color tv
what is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Ooooh western woman, Ooooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air, when Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detatchment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle

Ooooh western woman, Oooooh western girl

And the children of Melrose strut their stuff
is absolute zero cold enough
and out in the valley, warm and clean
the little ones sit by their tv screen
no thoughts to think, no tears to cry
all sucked dry, down to the very last breathe
bartender what is wrong with me,
why am i so out of breathe
the captain said excuse me ma'am
the species has amused itself to death

amused itself to death
it has amused itself to death
amused itself to death

we watched a tragedy unfold
we did as we were told
we bought and sold
it was the greatest show on earth
but then it was over
we ohhed and awed
we drove our racing cars
we ate our last few jars of caviar
and somewhere out there in the stars
a keen eyed look out
spied a flickering light
our last hurrah
our last hurrah
and when they found our shadows
grouped round the tv sets
they ran down every lead
they repeated every test
they checked out all the data on their list
and then the alien anthropologist
admitted they were still perplexed
but on eliminating every other reason
for our sad demise
they logged the only explanation left
this species has amused itself to death

no tears to cry, no feelings left
the species has amused itself to death
amused itself to death

[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras.

And I...

when I saw his name

I was absolutely transfixed;

it was as though he... he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago.

And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it,

because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself,

'Was there something else that I could have done?'

[ "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."]

And that always sort of worried me.

And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my... heart, if you like."

[donna:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"

[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete... eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

Songwriters: Roger Waters

Amused to Death lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Roger Waters - Amused to Death

Coldplay - Gravity

2019-06-01T22:29:00.002+03:00

Baby
It's been a long time coming
Such a long, long time
And I can't stop running
Such a long, long time
Can you hear my heart beaten?
Can you hear that sound?
'Cause I can't help thinking
And I won't stop now

And then I looked up at the sun, and I could see
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone
On everyone

Baby
When your wheels stop turning
And you feel let down
And it seems like troubles
Have come all around
I can hear your heart beating
I can hear that sound
But I can't help thinking
And I won't look now

And then I looked up at the sun, and I could see
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone

On everyone

........................

Coldplay Gravity

Songwriters: Christopher Anthony John Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / William Champion / Jonathan Mark Buckland

Gravity lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd., UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO UNIVERSAL MGB PUB LTD

Portrait

2019-05-28T13:29:00.001+03:00

PORTRAIT

drawing by Daliana Pacuraru

De ce să votăm?

2019-05-25T19:03:00.002+03:00

Ce rost are? De ce să ne deranjăm să votăm?

Cu siguranță există motive aparent raționale pentru care o mare parte din populație alege să nu își exprime opțiunea la alegerile parlamentare sau prezidențiale. În același timp rezultatele pozitive al unei astfel de atitudini se lasă așteptate. Ceea ce nu se poate spune despre cele negative: nivelul de trai, infrastructura, problemele din educație sau cele din sistemul de sănătate.

Eric Liu · fondator Citizen University, director executiv Aspen Institute Citizenship & American Identity Program.

„…nu există opțiunea de a nu vota. A nu vota înseamnă tot a vota, dar pentru ce disprețuiți și respingeți. A nu vota poate fi camuflat într-un act de rezistență pasivă și principială, dar de fapt a nu vota înseamnă predarea puterii în mod conștient către cei care au interese opuse ție, și către cei care se vor bucura să profite de absența ta. Absența de la vot e pentru fraieri.”

În urma votului care va avea loc în 26 mai 2019 vor fi aleși cei 705 eurodeputați care ne vor reprezenta la nivelul Uniunii Europene până în 2024. În urma votului care va avea loc în 26 mai 2019 vor fi aleși cei 705 eurodeputați care ne vor reprezenta la nivelul Uniunii Europene până în 2024.

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Power of Silence

2019-05-24T15:30:00.001+03:00

What distinguishes normal people is that we share a metaphorical dagger;

the concerns of our self - reflection.

With this dagger, we cut ourselves and bleed;

and the job of our chains of self - reflection is to give us the feeling that we are bleeding together,

that we are sharing something wonderful; our humanity.

But if we were to examine it,

we would discover

that we are bleeding alone;

that we are not sharing anything;

that all we are doing is toying with our manageable,

unreal, man-made reflection.

Sorcerers are no longer in the world of daily affairs,

because they are no longer prey to their self - reflection.

― Carlos Castaneda, Power of Silence

Portrait

2019-05-22T14:40:00.003+03:00

PORTRAIT

drawing by Daliana Pacuraru

Sleep Stages - BOJIN / ArtHalle

2019-05-18T00:13:00.001+03:00

ARTHALLE | VISUAL ARTS CENTRE

A unique space dedicated to contemporary art in Romania .

Arthalle Gallery

Sleep Stages exhibition with works by Dragos Bojin

Budisteanu 10, 010774 Bucharest.

We all will become Sleep, says Dragos Bojin.

An entire new world, marked with freedom and imagination, is becoming available through sleeping. In a psychedelic expressionistic formal stage, the contemporary aesthetics of ambiguity unfolds in Bojin’s works in open compositions, named Episodes, as in a TV drama sleep series.

Bojin exposes his Sleep Series on large canvasses, with countless quasi-identical monstrous characters, with an obsessive frentic dynamics of shadowy emotions that chaotically flood a space of social bitterness and stifled collective fear. His artistic approach catalyzes in the mind of the viewer the anxieties from the Munchian perspective, the collective cry. Bojin deliberately distorts the amplitude of emotions to fully evoke a philosophy of sociality in its miserable, fetid, deformed and odious side where the individual breaks down his contour up to uniformity/ leveling in a huge, amorphous mass.
The Sleep’s chromatics is strong, the thick layers, rich in saturated colors, often strident, in the foreground and often grays in the background.

Intimate and delicate as it is, the dream becomes in Bojin's „Sleep Stages” a mature artistic gesture of reception of a critical state about our lives on both personal and social level. Paradoxically, some of the characters look pretty joking and some are very good-hearted, as the painter says. Some of them keep their smile, no matter how tortured and frighten they are. There’s a glimpse of light in their eyes, as they found a solution to their fears and pains, some seem to try to climb a stair, others try to swim and save themselves, some seem to fall into the abyss.

There’s no beginning or end in Bojin’s paintings.
Sleep is God, he says.

Diana Andrei

Arthalle Gallery are plăcerea de a vă invita la vernisajul expoziţiei "Etapele somnului" cu lucrări semnate Dragos Bojin în Budişteanu 10, 010774 Bucureşti.
Vernisajul expoziţiei va avea loc pe 17 mai 2019, între 19.00 şi 21.00.
Artistul va fi prezent.

Etapele somnului

Toți vom deveni somn, spune Dragos Bojin.

O întreagă lume nouă, marcată de libertate și imaginație, devine posibilă prin somn. Într-o scenă formal expresionist psihedelică, estetica contemporană a ambiguității se desfășoară în lucrările lui Bojin în compoziții deschise, numite Episoade, ca într-un serial de televiziune.

Bojin îşi expune “Etapele somnului” in general pe pânze mari, cu nenumărate personaje monstruoase cvasiidentice, cu o frenetică dinamică obsesivă a emoţiilor tenebroase ce inundă haotic un spaţiu al încrâncenării sociale şi al fricii colective inăbuşite. Demersul său artistic catalizează în mintea privitorului anxietăţile din perspectiva munchiană, a strigătului devenit colectiv. Bojin distorsionează in mod voit amplitudinea emoţiilor pentru a evoca plenar o filosofie a socialului în latura sa mizerabilă, fetidă, diformă si odioasă, în care individul își frânge conturul până la uniformizare într-o masă amorfă imensă.
Cromatica lucrărilor e puternică, straturile groase, bogate in culori saturate, deseori stridente, in prim-plan şi griuri colorate pe fundal.
Lucrările lui Bojin nu sunt ”frumoase” la prima vedere, dar devin pe masură ce exorcizează demonii și fricile fiecărui privitor.

Intim și delicat, visul devine în "Etape somnului" un gest artistic matur de expresie a unei stări critice despre viețile noastre atât la nivel personal, cât și social. Paradoxal, unele dintre personaje arată "destul de glumeţe, iar unele sunt foarte bune la suflet”, aşa cum zice pictorul. Unele își păstrează zâmbetul, indiferent cât de torturate și înspăimântate sunt. Lumina rămâne vie în ochii lor, unii par să încerce să urce o scară, alții să înoate și să se salveze, unii par să cadă în abis.
Nu există început sau sfârșit în picturile lui Bojin.
Somnul este Dumnezeu, spune el.

Diana Andrei

Yellow - COLDPLAY

2019-05-16T23:45:00.001+03:00

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

.........

Songwriters: Christopher Anthony John Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / Jonathan Mark Buckland / William Champion

YELLOW COLDPLAY

The Silence of the Fields

2019-05-15T15:05:00.001+03:00

Wearing the Inside Out

2019-05-10T22:48:00.003+03:00

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognize what I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word, overrun

Won't hear a sound
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding heart's
Not beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile

I'm creeping back to life
My nervous system all away
I'm wearing the inside out

Look at him now
He's paler somehow
But he's coming round
He's starting to choke
It's been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again

I'm holding out
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
I'm with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again

He's curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
Curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break

He's standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace he'll
Curse the place
He's torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break

Songwriters: Anthony Moore / Richard Wright

Artist: Pink Floyd

Album: The Division Bell

Released: 1994

Recorded: 1993

Pink Floyd

Hey you

2019-05-10T17:31:00.001+03:00

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high
As you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Songwriters: Roger Waters

Artist: Pink Floyd

Album: The Wall

Released: 1979

Pink Floyd

2019 Bucharest Light Festival

2019-05-07T21:36:00.001+03:00

2019 Bucharest light festival - SPOTLIGHT

The artistic director of this year’s edition was Jean-François Zurawik, the director and producer of Fête des Lumières – Lyon.

“The theme of this edition – EuropeLights – celebrates the role Romania is playing in Europe throughout this period by capturing a series of relevant European identity characteristics translated into light installations created by local and international artists,” reads a press release.

In this context, Spotlight has launched a call for projects intended for young, emerging artists, architects, and designers, with the theme “Digital Europe. The Europe of the Future.” The organizers invite participants to propose interactive artistic light-based installations that explore at least one of the following aspects: “What Will Europe Look Like in the Future?,” “How Does One Translate Europe into the Digital Language ?,” “Analogue versus Digital – Yesterday’s and Today’s Europe.”

SPOTLIGHT – Festivalul Internațional al Luminii, București este cel mai mare festival din România dedicat luminii și tehnologiilor bazate pe lumină, care include anual o serie de instalații de lumină, proiecții video, proiecte de iluminat arhitectural sau instalații artistice interactive ale artiștilor locali și internaționali. Evenimentul a fost organizat de Primăria Municipiului București prin ARCUB în perioada 18-21 aprilie.
Ediția 2019 a festivalului marchează două evenimente majore ale anului:
Președinția României la Consiliul Uniunii Europene
și
deschiderea Sezonului România-Franța la București, care se vor reflecta în tema ediției, intitulată: EuropeLights. Directorul artistic și curatorul celei de-a cincea ediții a festivalului de la București este directorul și producătorul Fête des Lumières – Lyon, Jean-François Zurawik.

Storm in Romania

2019-05-06T20:17:00.001+03:00

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over.

But one thing is certain.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.

That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami

Comfortably Numb

2019-05-05T10:40:00.001+03:00

I have become comfortably numb...

Comfortably Numb is one of the best song made by Pink Floyd.
The song is one of Pink Floyd‘s most famous, and is renowned especially for its guitar solos in the middle and at the end of the song.
Is one of the most famous songs extracted from the album The wall. Is a real cornerstone inside the story of Pink (the protagonist of The Wall), because he change his personality from a normal man with the problem of a normal man, to a sort of tyrannic leader that talk to masses that believes in him.

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I’ll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good.
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Writer/s: WATERS, ROGER/GILMOUR, DAVID JON
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., IMAGEM U.S. LLC

The story of Comfortably Numb

'Dave Gilmour wrote most of the music while he was working on a solo album in 1978.
He brought it to The Wall sessions and Waters wrote lyrics for it. Gilmour believes this song can be divided into two sections: dark and light.
The light are the parts that begin “When I was a child…,” which Gilmour sings. The dark are the “Hello, is there anybody in there” parts, which are sung by Waters.
This was the last song Waters and Gilmour wrote together. In 1986 Waters left the band and felt there should be no Pink Floyd without him.
Roger Waters wrote the lyrics. While many people thought the song was about drugs, Waters claims it is not. The lyrics are about what he felt like as a child when he was sick with a fever.
As an adult, he got that feeling again sometimes, entering a state of delirium, where he felt detached from reality.

He told Mojomagazine (December 2009) that the lines, “When I was a child I had a fever/My hands felt just like two balloons” were autobiographical. He explained: “I remember having the flu or something, an infection with a temperature of 105 and being delirious. It wasn’t like the hands looked like balloons, but they looked way too big, frightening.
A lot of people think those lines are about masturbation. God knows why.”
Mojo asked Waters about the line, “That’ll keep you going through the show,” referring to getting medicated before going on-stage. He explained: “That comes from a specific show at the Spectrum in Philadelphia (June 29, 1977).
I had stomach cramps so bad that I thought I wasn’t able to go on.
A doctor backstage gave me a shot of something that I swear to God would have killed a f—ing elephant. I did the whole show hardly able to raise my hand above my knee. He said it was a muscular relaxant.
But it rendered me almost insensible. It was so bad that at the end of the show, the audience was baying for more. I couldn’t do it. They did the encore about me.”
A confirmation about this was in a radio interview around 1980 with Jim Ladd from KLOS in Los Angeles, Waters said that part of the song is about the time he got hepatitis but didn’t know it. Pink Floyd had to do a show that night in Philadelphia, and the doctor Roger saw gave him a sedative to help the pain, thinking it was a stomach disorder. At the show, Roger’s hands were numb “like two toy balloons.” He was unable to focus, but also realized the fans didn’t care because they were so busy screaming, hence “comfortably” numb.
He said most of The Wall is about alienation between the audience and band.
Waters and Gilmour had an argument over which version of this to use on the album. They ended up editing two takes together as a compromise.
Dave Gilmour said in Guitar World February 1993:
“Well, there were two recordings of that, which me and Roger argued about. I’d written it when I was doing my first solo album [David Gilmour, 1978]. We changed the key of the song’s opening the E to B, I think. The verse stayed exactly the same.
Then we had to add a little bit, because Roger wanted to do the line, ‘I have become comfortably numb.’ Other than that, it was very, very simple to write.
But the arguments on it were about how it should be mixed and which track we should use.
We’d done one track with Nick Mason an drums that I thought was too rough and sloppy.
We had another go at it and I thought that the second take was better.
Roger disagreed. It was more an ego thing than anything else.
We really went head to head with each other over such a minor thing.
I probably couldn’t tell the difference if you put both versions on a record today. But, anyway, it wound up with us taking a fill out of one version and putting it into another version.”

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Hristos a Înviat!

2019-05-01T18:22:00.001+03:00