Archive for the ‘re.cipes’ Category

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(un)healthy wish [j.w.]

December 28, 2016

i want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. i want someone who will destroy me and be destroyed by me.

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harder

April 11, 2016
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şantier

June 27, 2015

azi-noapte prima sintagmă care mi-a venit în minte să mă auto-descriu a fost ‘personaj de mâna a doua’ [probabil deformaţie profesională, vezi H.H.Stahl]. acum mi-am dat seama că nu sunt nici măcar atât, ci că propunerea m-a aruncat în ‘rolul’ de dublură, de înlocuitoare. nu într-o tragedie, cum poate mi-ar fi plăcut să cred și să mă auto-proiectez, ci într-o piesă de teatru de doi bani, prost scrisă, cu didascalii rușionos-penibile și subiect trivial și clișeic [în ultimul atribut se pare că mă regăsesc constant de-o vreme încoace].

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pills, liquor, queen

February 9, 2015
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September 13, 2014

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doubts [j.m.w.]

August 4, 2014

“Axiom, from the Greek meaning, ‘No facts, ma’am, only interpretations.’”

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haide,

October 29, 2013

vreau păsările alea migratoare [sălbatice]. pour mon évasion.

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me, alice

October 17, 2013

oooooooff wiiith myyy heeeeaaaaad!…

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going places

September 27, 2013

all god’s children need traveling shoes
drive your problems from here.

all good people read good books.

in the morning when i wipe my brow,
wipe the miles away.

look, my eyes are just holograms.
look, your love has drawn red from my hands.
from my hands you know you’ll never be
more than twist in my sobriety.

different thoughts are good for me.

up in arms and chaste and whole
all god’s children took their toll.

cup of tea take time to think, time to risk a life.

sweet and handsome.

half the people read the papers,
read them good and well.

pretty people, nervous people.

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self-portrait [d.d. – cos it’s been too long]

September 19, 2013

and you might say it’s self-indulgent
you might say its self-destructive
but, you see, it’s more productive
than if i were to be healthy
than if i were to be happy

and you might say it’s self-destructive
but, you see, i’d kick the bucket
sixty times before i’d kick the habit
and as the skin rips off
i cherish the revolting thought
that even if i quit
there’s not a chance in hell i’d stop

and you might say its self-inflicted
but you see that’s contradictive
why on earth
would anyone practice self-destruction?

i’ve tried bandages and sinking
i’ve tried gloves and even thinking
i’ve tried vaseline
i’ve tried everything

makes me want to give myself a beating.

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vamă de septembrie

September 17, 2013

nisip pe plajă rece în noapte
dans, cântec, bretele negre
vin alb, lacrimi străine, rugăminte
ameninţări, strigăte, tehnici de negociere ratate
friiiiig, banane, biscuiţi, pătură, corectare
primii cozonaci, unicul pandişpan
primul răsărit
ravel
fotografii, sprijin-îmbrăţişare
cafea cu lapte, mese si scaune de lemn pline de nisip
muzică franţuzească devreme, în soare fierbinte
bagaje făcute în linişte şi grabă
ambiguitate
ultima plimbare pe plajă prin soare cald şi vânt rece
suc de portocale la stuff
altă îmbrăţişare-consolare
acte universitare uitate
venire
noapte, roşu, verde
ne-singurătate, bucurie
irealitate

nu mie, nu eu, nu acum.

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no title

March 6, 2013

hold me
wrap me up
unfold me
i am small
warm me up
breathe me

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un clişeu

February 12, 2013

… dintr-un ppt trimis de o colegă. dar se potriveşte perfect.

‘bunăstarea îţi aduce prieteni, nenorocirea îi încearcă’.

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here’s to me

December 5, 2012
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in need

October 25, 2012

if you wait by the river long enough, the body of your enemy will float by.

morala: i’ve gotta find myself a river.

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sperietură

August 19, 2012

de fapt seamănă foarte tare. de fapt este vorba doar despre alte zone. deşi diferenţele de suprafaţă sunt profunde. deşi nu m-am gândit niciodată până acum, nu le-am văzut. ca de obicei, văd partea frumoasă, potrivită. ca de obicei, mă consider de nerănit. voi avea grijă, nu voi avea aşteptări, voi vedea imposibilitatea.

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începutul verii

August 18, 2012

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seri bucureştene

January 24, 2012

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posibilităţi

January 19, 2012

– liftieră, dar va trebui să învăţ să brodez;
– paznică la vreo instituţie, chiar dacă nu am serviciul militar satisfăcut;
– vânzătoare de bilete şi abonamente ratb, deşi e frig uneori şi cald alteori;
– portară la o grădiniţă, pentru că aş avea timp să citesc ziare;
– hamală în gară, chiar dacă par relativ firavă;
– cerşetoare, dar nu în bucureşti.

alte sugestii?

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truncated [j.w.]

January 1, 2012

i am short, so i like the little guy/ underdog stories, but they are not straightforwardly about one size versus another. think about, say, jack and the beanstalk, which is basically a big ugly stupid giant, and a smart little jack who is fast on his feet. ok, but the unstable element is the beanstalk, which starts as a bean and grows into a huge tree-like thing that jack climbs to reach the castle. this bridge between two worlds is unpredictable and very surprising. and later, when the giant tries to climb after jack, the beanstalk has to be chopped down pronto. this suggests to me that the pursuit of happiness, which we may as well call life, is full of surprising elements – we get somewhere we couldn’t go otherwise and we profit from the trip, but we can’t stay there, it isn’t our world, and we shouldn’t let that world come crashing down into the one we can inhabit. the beanstalk has to be chopped down.

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o dimineaţă

December 18, 2011

răsărit roz observat de amândouă

umbre matinale

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meat me [i.ö.]

November 10, 2011

combine the ground meat with a whole egg, a roll soaked in milk, season with a dash of salt and black pepper, shape into small loafs, and fry in hot lard or oil.

note: for us, mammals, it is not inconsequential whether we grind the meat or we end up in the grinder ourselves.

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zilele astea

October 31, 2011

reacţie fiziologică neaşteptată
ore abandonate
aerobică în două
căutare înfrigurată a unei cafenele matinale
office building: café-latte, espresso, pahar cu lapte
lucrurile nu sunt ceea ce par a fi
propuneri de mai bine
lenjerie de pat în tonuri de roşu şi portocaliu
blue-stoned omen
vogue menthol, must duce şi vin
poveşti îndelung amânate
pizza, brânză, somon, icre negre
lacrimi şi îmbrăţisări seara târziu şi dimineaţa devreme
presiuni pentru poziţii de putere
temperaturi sub zero
the truth is out there ca mecanism de anesteziere
o nouă săptămână

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bad moon

October 17, 2011

looks like we’re in for nasty weather
one eye is taken for an eye

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Катюша

April 3, 2010
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aproape citat [p.e.]

October 17, 2009

mă îndrept în direcţia în care mă poartă documentele, apoi fie ce-o fi.

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(încă)

August 16, 2009

aş vrea o viaţă. asupra adjectivului/elor nu m-am hotărât.

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nod

September 10, 2008

ma apuca poezia cand ies la tigara pe balconul platforma.

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never got to thank you

June 28, 2008

a rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds

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cooking [jw]

March 19, 2008

take a dozen plum tomatoes and slice them lengthways as though they were your enemy. fasten them into a lidded pot and heat for ten minutes.

chop an onion without tears.
dice a carrot without regret.
shard a celery stick as though its flutes and grooves were the indentations of your past.
add to the tomatoes and cook unlidded for as long as it takes them to yield.

throw in salt, pepper and a twist of sugar.

pound the lot through a sieve or a mouli or a blender.
remember – they are the vegetables, you are the cook.
return to a soft flame and lubricate with olive oil. add a spoonful at a time, stirring like an old witch, until you achieve the right balance of slippery firmness.

serve on top of spaghetti. cover with rough new parmesan and cut basil. raw emotion can be added now.

serve. eat. reflect.