April 21, 2011

Happy Easter! Paste Fericit!

Happy Easter! Paste Fericit!

The blessings of Easter be all around you and your family!

Lumina si caldura Pastelui sa va protejeze casa si familia!

April 11, 2011

Everything is possible and nothing is impossible

"I’ve invented nothing; I’ve simply been the secretary of my sensations / N-am inventat nimic, am fost doar secretarul senzatiilor mele" Mangle / Sfartecare, Emil Cioran

I must confess that I read only 4 of his books, but I was impressed by his analyzes. Sometimes I'm thinking about if and how he influenced my thoughts after I was reading "The Transfiguration of Romania/ Schimbarea la fata a României"(1936), and  "Tears and Saints/ Lacrimi si Sfinti" (1937).

"Romania's fault is that it was too long a potentiality; it delayed sistematically to become a historic actuality./ Defectul României este ca a fost prea multa vreme o potentialitate; a întîrziat sistematic sa devina o actualitate istorica." The Transfiguration of Romania/ Schimbarea la fata a României, Emil Cioran

Emil Cioran
 Emil Cioran - Photo courtesy of wikipedia

I bought his book "The Passionate Handbook / Indreptar patimas” in 1991, a collection of of personal reflections written with lyricism, and after few years, in 1996, the bilingual volume translated by Gabriel Liiceanu  My country " Mon pays / Tara mea" and many times I've been reading for with criticism, but with pleasure his thoughts.

"Romania's salvation from decadence  - are its hidden virtualities and endless possibilities. / Salvarea Romaniei - sunt virtualitatile si posibilitatile ei ascunseEmil Cioran

          Tears and Saints             History and Utopia        The Temptation to Exist

If you are reading it, you can find answers, links and lots of conservative ideas.  Emil Cioran (Emile Cioran, 1911-1995), was a renewed aphorist and essayist of the Romanian cultural Renaissance during the 1930s, along with Mircea Eliade, Petre Tutea and Constantin Noica. He was moving at Paris in 1939, becoming a French author, too.(it was starting a period in which his books were published in French). This is why his centenary (was born on April 8th, 1911) was celebrated this week at Bucharest and Paris. His first work, wrote in Romanian in 1934, "On the Heights of Despair/ Pe culmile disperarii" received the Romanian  Art and Literature Award. For his works wrote in the French period, the French Academy honored him with the Paul Morand Prize,  but he declined the award.

" One doesn't live in a country, one lives in a language / Nu locuiesti intr-o tara, locuiesti intr-o limba."Emil Cioran

During the Communist reign in Romania, his books were banned because he was an admirer of the Iron Guard (a far right organization with nationalist ideology) ideas, but after the 1990's most of them were sold and published in Romanian translation. I'm an optimistic person and I should recognize that as I gradually discovered Cioran's work and I did not read it like an ideologist, I just read some of his aphorisms and beliefs, passing over his pessimistic or angry tone. 

"Everything is possible and nothing is impossible; all is permitted and nothing.  No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other.  It is the same whether if you achieve something or not, whether if you have faith or not, whether you slang or remain silent.  There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is no explanation.  Everything is both unreal and real, absurd and normal, splendid and banal.  There is nothing better more than other thing, nor any idea better than another. Why became sad from your's sadness and enjoy your's joy? Why you should care about your tears origin: pain of joy? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix and confuse everything.  Drop your distinctions, differences and plans. Be a feather carried by wind or a flower carried by waves. Be strong where should be fearful and coward where should be courageous. Who knows? All you stand to gain is a loss, and all you lose is a gain.  Why the people always expect a definite stance, clear ideas and right words? "
"Totul este posibil şi nimic nu e posibil; totul e permis şi nimic. În orice direcţie ai apuca, nu este mai bine decât în nu importă care alta. Ori realizezi ori nu realizezi nimic, ori crezi ori nu crezi, totuna e, precum totuna este dacă taci sau dacă strigi. Poţi găsi totului o justificare, precum nu poţi găsi nici una. Totul este în acelaşi timp ireal şi real, absurd şi firesc, fantastic şi plat. Nici un lucru nu poate fi pus înaintea altuia, precum nici o idee nu e mai bună decât alta. De ce sa te intristezi de tristetea ta si sa te bucuri de bucuria ta? Ce-ti pasa daca lacrimile tale sunt de placere sau de durere? Iubeste-ti nefericerea si uraste-ti fericirea, amesteca totul si confunda totul. Renunta la distinctii, la diferentieri si la planuri. Fii ca un fulg dus de vanturi sau ca o floare purtata de valuri. Fii rezistent unde nu trebuie si las unde ar trebui. Cine stie daca in felul acesta nu vei fi mai castigat? Si daca nu castigi, ce e daca pierzi ceva? Orice castig este o pierdere, precum orice pierdere este un castig. Pentru ce oamenii mai asteapta o atitudine determinata, idei precise si vorbe corecte?
Emil Cioran On the Heights of Despair/ Pe culmile disperarii

April 7, 2011


The clouds which threaten us with a couple of showers, led me to thinking to Ion Minulescu's poem "Watercolor / Acuarela". 

The People's House / Casa Poporului, Bucharest, Romania
"The People's House / Casa Poporului" , Bucharest, Romania
* The pictures were taken in Bucharest/ Bucuresti, with my phone camera, in a cloudy day of  2009.  
"The People's House / Casa Poporului" is the second's biggest building in the whole world after Pentagon.

In the city where it is rainy weather about three times a week
City slickers, along sidewalks,
Walk leisurely hand in hand.
In the city where it is rainy weather about three times a week
Under their old umbrellas, which groan
And bend
Overburdened by so much rain
City slickers along sidewalks
Look like marionette puppets
Straight out of the store windows.

In the city where it is rainy weather about three times a week
Just footsteps resounded along sidewalks
It's those walking leisury hand in hand
In their mind
The cadence of rain drops
That drip  from umbrellas
From water-pipes
And from the sky
Like a power of a potion
To give a slow life,
And absent-minded

In the city where it is rainy weather about three times a week
An old man and an old lady
Look like two broken toys
Walking leisury hand in hand...

 The People's House / Casa Poporului, the second's biggest building in the whole world after Pentagon
  "The People's House / Casa Poporului", Bucuresti, Romania

I like this poem wrote by Ion Minulescu (1881-1944), which was inspired by Bucharest. Actually I like the archaic and bohemian tone of his works with free verses. Romanian poet, writer, and symbolist novelist who was known also as I.M. Nirvan or Koh-i-Noor,  he studied Law at the University of Paris (between 1900 and 1904) and published in 1908 his first book "Songs for Later On / Romante pentru mai tarziu" . He wrote many sentimental poems " Verses for Everyone/ Strofe pentru toata lumea", "Confessions/ Spovedanii" "Conversing with Myself/ De vorba cu mine insumi" and plays "The Sentimental Mannequin/ Manechinul sentimental" "The Anonymous Lover / Amantul anonim" , "The Wingless Dove / Porumbiţa fără aripi" suitable to be read in a rainy day.  I do not know why ... if we pay attention to the actual political life...   his political satire "Red, Yellow and Blue / Roşu, galben şi albastru" (named after the colors of Romanian national flag) it is old but it is not obsolete ;-)

The Romanian verses of the "Watercolor / Acuarela" poem:
In orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
Orasenii, pe trotuare,
Merg tinandu-se de mana
Si-n orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
De sub vechile umbrele, ce suspina
Si se-ndoaie
Umede de-atata ploaie
Orasenii pe trotuare
Par papusi automate
Date jos din galantare

In orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
Nu rasuna pe trotuare
Decat pasii celor care merg tinandu-se de mana
In gand
Cadenta picaturilor de ploaie
Ce coboara din umbrele
Din burlane
Si din cer
Cu puterea unui ser
Datator de viata lenta
Si absenta

In orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
Un batran si o batrana
Doua jucarii stricate
Merg tinanadu-se de mana...