duminică, 20 decembrie 2009


This article was published in "Romanian Postal History Bulletin" no.2 (29), August 1999.

Even though Romania and Denmark are geographically far apart, we can find interesting and little known facts about relations between Romania and the neutral state of Denmark during the 1917 - 1918 period of WWI.

There are two aspects to this story:

Romanian POW in Danish Camps;
Romanian POW's mail handled by the Danish Red Cross.

Even though, during WWI, Denmark was a neutral country, two POW camps were established there in 1917. However the circumstances of these camps have nothing to do with repression but in fact with protection, healing, and recovery. In a humanitarian gesture, Denmark had established on its soil two hospital-camps for this purpose. This was arranged following agreements between the main warring nations (Germany and Austria-Hungary of one side, Russia of the other), the Red Cross Organization, and the Danish Government. Both sides could transfer a limited number of their sick and wounded POWs (that had been kept in the enemy's camps) to these well-supplied hospital-camps. Camp No.1 (Horserød) was assigned to the Russian POWs, while Camp No.2 (Hald) hosted German and Austro-Hungarian POWs.

The interned POWs were separated into 3 groups: 1. Totally fit for work, 2. Partially fit for work, and 3. Unable to work.

The mail from these camps has some special features: written on a wide range of covers and postcards (as we will see), they were all cancelled with a specific round postmark, with the text "KRIGSFANGELEJR No... DANMARK" (POW Camp No.... Denmark), with the "number" being either 1 or 2. To prove the sender's origin as being a POW (which allowed for the sending of mail free of charge) the postcards had to bear clear specific printed texts, if not, a supplementary marking was applied, reading "Krigsfangeforsendelse" (POW mail).

As today's Romanian territories were divided during WWI between the Romanian Kingdom (Old Romania), which was allied in the war with Russia and the Entente and Austria-Hungary (including Transylvania, Banat and Bucovina), which was part of the Central Powers, we can find pieces of mail written by Romanian POWs from both the Romanian and Austro-Hungarian Army. The following are examples:


(for Russian & Romanian POWs)

Horserød is a small village in the Frederiksborg region (Sjaelland Island), 40 km north of Copenhagen. Unfortunately, I don't know the details of the camp's structure, but probably they were similar to Hald (see below).

Let's first take a look at the mail sent by Aurel Bodescu, " a short-term military man" in the Romanian Army (as evidenced by the abbreviation in Romanian in the address "student TTR", these were the high-schools students who were conscripted for a few months only), and sent to his sister in Bucharest.

This Romanian was probably taken prisoner in the first months of the Romanian campaign (August-December 1916) and was initially kept in the Hungarian POW Camp of Ostffyasszonyfa, in the "W" group, bearing the personal number 32900. From this period we can see the camp's special postcard from Fig.1, written in 2.12.1917. From its text we know that: "a few days ago it was proposed that I go to Switzerland for treatment.. I have received nothing yet from Berne. I have received 4 parcels from Geneva." It seems that a similar arrangement (transferring the POWs for medical treatment) was established with Switzerland too (as it was with Denmark), but no further details are available at this time. We have to look carefully at POW's mail sent from Switzerland, as some surprises can appear... The sentences about Berne and Geneve are related to the already known facts of the help provided to POWs (parcels, money, mail with the families, etc).

The move for this POW came soon, but ... to Denmark, not Switzerland. Three weeks later, on 25.12.1917, Aurel writes: "I am now 4 days on Danish soil. I have been sent here for to recover from my poor health, I hope that in 3-4 months I will be fully recovered... I'm happy to be here. The place were I am has a very nice and healthy climate. We require absolutely nothing. Everything is put at our disposal. I only ask you to send me an address in France or another state, where I can ask for money if necessary. Otherwise, I don't ask for anything".

The mail is written from "Baraca 54" (the 54th hut) on a double postcard, which fortunately remained complete, as the family in Romania didn't use the reply part. The Russian Red Cross specially issued this postcard for the Russian POWs of Horserød (Fig. 2a and 2b).

It is cancelled with the postmark KRIGSFANGELEJR No. 1 DANMARK on 26.12.1917 and was censored in transit in Vienna (being addressed to the then occupied Romania).

Another item from 24.01.1918 was written on a 'Romanian' postcard [a double special postcard, issued by the Romanian Red Cross - Copenhagen Section / POWs Agency with its title written in French (Fig. 3)]. The POW used the "reply" part (which was usually intended to answer the message from the family). This (as with the use of a Russian postal form) could suggest a shortage of postcards in the camp... We can read from the text that: "... I have received nothing from you in two months... I only ask of you to send me an address in a foreign country and for you to write there, to tell them to send me money if I need it... I receive Romanian newspapers each day through Mr. Deputy Jean M. Dumitrescu from Bucharest, who is now in Kopenhagen..." The mail was cancelled with the same postmark in 25.01.1918, being censored with an illegible marking.

One has to note that:

Even if officially the camp was seen as a "Camp for Russian POWs", it served also for Romanian POWs.
Supposedly, the 'ratio' of the Russian and Romanian POWs transferred to Horserød approximately reflected the 'ratio' between Russian and Romanian POWs kept in the Central Powers camps (which was largely favorable to the Russians);
The mail sent home by the Russian POWs from Horserød (scarce from the beginning due to illiteracy) was probably largely destroyed during the harsh years of the post-1918 period in the USSR;
Theoretically one can find also (extremely rare) mail sent by Romanian Bessarabian soldiers from the Russian Army!

From here two conclusions can be surmised:

mail sent from Horserød had to be much rarer than that from Hald (where, for example, Germans and Austrians, with a higher literacy level, were kept);
mail from Romanians sent from Horserød is also very rare, due to the small initial number of Romanians in the camp (official figures are not known, but they have to be around 200-300 at the most, the rest being Russians); further, illiteracy was also more common amongst Romanian privates. One would expect to see such mail mainly from officers.
Camp No.2 HALD

(for German & Austro-Hungarian POWs)

Hald is a place on the Jutland peninsula, near the city of Viborg (with a population of 15,000 at that time). Due to an article in the German "AG Zensurpost" Bulletin No.41/1983, page 16+111, we know some more details: the camp was composed of two sections, one for officers with 200 places and the other for troops with 1000 places. On the other side of the fences, there were huts for the Danish commandment, for the guard, physicians and nurses. The interned (POWs) could freely move around the camp on a 7-km range and could visit the town of Viborg. There were workrooms for: bookbinding, carpentry, tailoring, shoemaking, locksmithing, and smithying. The products of these workrooms were well known in the whole country. A bookshop was also open, and theatrical performances were provided. Many of the interned returned home in 1917. The camp was closed in 1918.

One can presume that, in general, these features were valuable also for the Camp of Horserød.

Let's now take a look here at the mail sent by a physician, a Romanian officer from the Austro-Hungarian Army, Lt. Maj. Dr. Justin Nestor, to his family in Balázsfalva (Blaj in Romanian), in Transylvania.

He was taken prisoner in Przemysl (where the whole Austro-Hungarian garrison surrendered on 22.03.1915, at 9.00 AM, with some 120,000 men being taken into the Russian captivity). He was kept in the Kurmish POW camp, as we can see in fig. 4: a postcard written in 16/29.07.1915 (the date is given in old style/ new style), cancelled with the postmark KURMISH in 17.07.15 (the Russian post used the old style in its postmarks), censored in the town of KASAN and re-censored by the Austro-Hungarian Red Cross in Vienna. From its text: "the voyage along the Volga and Sura was wonderful. We are in all, 23 officers, all from Przemysl. Apart from me and Lt.maj. Babeu from Caransebes, there are only two other Romanian. The rest are Slavs: Czechs, Poles and Ruthenians."

Lt. Maj. Nestor was then transferred to Hald and we have two items from here that were mailed in 1917: the first is a cover (Fig. 5), cancelled with the postmark "KRIGSFANGELEJR No. 2 DANMARK" in 7.06.1917 (the sender's address is "Lazaretlager Hald bei Viborg", ("Hospital-Camp Hald near Viborg").

The second is a photographic postcard (depicting the camp itself, probably the officers' or the administrative section, see Fig. 6), cancelled with the same postmark in 28.08.1917.

The items bear two variants of the supplementary marking Krigsfangeforsendelse; this was required here because none of them has a title or another marking to specify the sender's place (as being a POW camp).


POW mail to the families back in the native country was supported by many Red Cross organizations: those in the countries, which housed the POW Camps; those in the countries of origin of the POWs; and finally those in the neutral countries (Switzerland is the most common case, but also Norway, Sweden, and Denmark, etc).

Danish Red Cross markings are rarely seen on Romanian POW mail. I know such cases only on mail of the Transylvanian Romanian soldiers from the Austro-Hungarian Army, not on mail originating from POWs from the Romanian Army itself.

Here is an example, of the private Tulbure Duda, a Romanian from Kölnök (Câlnic in Romanian), a village from the Romanian Banat (Caras County).He was taken as POW (together with the entire 23rd Honved Division, which recruited from Banat) also in Przemysl, in March 1915. In Fig. 7 one can see a postcard sent on 25.02.1917 by his wife, addressed to "Tulbure Duda, 8. Honved, Kriegsgefanger, gorod Pavlodar, Semipalatinsk oblast, Russland, Sibir(ien)", which means "T.D., 8th Honved Regiment (which was his initial unit), POW, town of Pavlodar, region Semipalatinsk, Siberia, Russia". The postcard was censored by the special bureau for POWs from Vienna and was delivered through Copenhagen, Denmark (see the marking "Brev ank. Til Kbhvn. / 5. MRS. 1917").

The follow-up is a more interesting item in Fig. 8: a special reply postcard issued by the Danish Red Cross - Copenhagen / POW Agency, as we can read the French in its title, sent by Tulbure Duda from Pavlodar in 17/30.04.1917; he says: "Honored Society! /he refers to the Red Cross Society/ Thank you very much for your care with which you sent me the letters from my family and I respectfully ask you to let them know that I am well and healthy, to the address: Maria Duda /his wife's name/, No.92, Kölnök, Krásso Szörény, Hungary; Salutations, Tulbure Duda, 8 Honved in Pavlodar, Siberia". The postcard bears the same marking Brev ank. Til Kbhvn., but with the date of 2 AUG 1917 and was censored in Russia (see the rectangular marking + the numeral "67" + the initials "H.TZ", all from Petrograd).


Fig. 9 depicts another item, which is somehow linked to the subject of this article. The Romanian Red Cross was, during Romania's neutrality (Aug.1914 - Aug.1916), the only bureau that offered information about the Austro-Hungarian POWs kept in Russia. The Danish Red Cross printed a special warning-postcard on this subject. In this case, it was sent to a lady in Bjelovar, Croatia (in Austria at that time), cancelled with the postmark KJØBENHAVN in February 1915. The text reads: "We inform you that you have to send your request to the Red Cross in Bucharest, as it is this bureau gives the information on the Austro-Hungarian prisoners in Russia. However, we will be attentive to your case and when we receive any news from Russia we will send it immediately to you. Letters from and to Austro-Hungary can be mailed through our bureau, as before".

(c) Grecu Dan 2000-2003.

vineri, 18 decembrie 2009

Edging the loneliness inside nature


Bill and Jennifer Hill, and the staff at New Masters Gallery offer our sincere condolences and sympathy to the family and friends of Mr. Szmyd. His loss will be greatly felt throughout the national and international art community.
" May he rest amongst the beauty he has created"

"Art collectors and [experts]... from around the world are offering nothing but the highest praise for Edward Szmyd, the painter identified as of of the greatest artists of his era... Edward Szmyd died Thursday, December 30 here [ Blowing Rock, NC] in his beloved mountains, amid the landscapes, so frequently masterfully captured in his paintings. His work was his love and he was able to depict reality so truthfully that seems unreal-and that was his unique statement abut nature and bearty,confirmed by his own words. ' Some people call my paintings realistic' he said. 'I call them idealistic. They're more real than real.'

"Inspired by the Great Masters of the Renaissance, Edward Szmyd began painting at the age of nine, some sixty years ago in his native Pennsylvania. It was actually during World War II when the United States was pulling itself out of the Great Depression, Ed Szmyd began his art career winning a poster contest in fifth grade. His subject then, drawn during a rather dark time, has been one of his main subjects ever since; beautiful, elegant gardens.

"As he entered high school, noted artists and critics were identifying him as an artistic genius and even his teachers began to compete for the privilege of purchasing his watercolors, drawings and oil paintings.....

"During an interview with the [Blowing Rocket, Blowing Rock's newspaper] in 1997 he said "I was always interested in making something look better that it was. I saw the wilted flower in the garden as tit should be, vibrant and alive with beauty. That is what I painted."

"For the next sixty years Szmyd succeeded in that mission, again and again, in finding beauty in the world around him, then capturing it on canvas in a way that is better, brighter and more beautiful than most can imagine.

"If my mother gave me a nickel to by a candy bar, I'd buy a pack of seeds instead," Szmyd said in the article. At one point he was growing 4,000 flowers of many varieties in three greenhouses until he found he had to quit to keep up his work as an artist. It was this love of flowers that carries over into his floral still lifes. He felt that in order to get the ideal arrangement of orchids or peonies, for example, more often that not he must grow them himself, then wait until the perfect moment when the buds open to begin translating the image to a painting. He spent hours finding the right light and arrangement so that his paintings captured the flowers at their very best, enhanced and frozen in time forever.

"Szmmd moved to Blowing Rock some twenty years ago, the result of a tug at his heart strings and love of beauty that wouldn't go away. Formerly lining and working Florida he kept remembering the quaint little gazebo in Blowing Rock's Memorial Park, a sight he saw during a brief visit here in 1983. Two years later he moved to the village an to his cliffside home on Green Hill......

"At his death, Ed Szmyd was considered internationally a master of both light and color. His style reflected his constant amazement at the beauty of the earth and his sun-drenched landscapes, gardens, and radiant flower pieces became his easily recognized trademark.

"To say his work became a highly sought after product by collectors around the world works be a great understatement of his popularity and influence internationally. His originals, which sold for $2,500 during his early years, are now in such high demand that most collectors are priced out of the market because a lot of art lovers couldn't readily afford the $100,000 price tag for his larger works. By 1992, Szmyd had to expand his repertoire to include smaller, less costly pieces,.....

"Since moving to Blowing Rock Szmyd has been a generous supporter of many community projects, from the arts to civic events and services that benefit the village and its residents.

"The unique thing about Edwas-he was not the lease bit obnoxious, not the lease bit tainted. He's one of the purest people-I'm speaking of the soul right now-that I know," said a friend. "He was a beautiful person, and like his paintings he just kept getting better and better."

Note: The above article was printed in "The Blowing Rocket" newspaper that was published on January 6, 2005.

Winter Tales

Straniu dar da: de dincoace de fereastra iarna are ceva de poveste,ceva indefinibil
- cumva "soul arrousal" - daltuind pervers in noi un ritm cald si greu al contopirii cu inlauntrul dinafar' ce striveste bland inafara dinlauntru.

Apoi...ametitor, uitand de zoaiele si zloata de dincolo de fereastra, odata cu inflorirea salcamilor ma infasoara un dor naruitor de zapada, viscol si ger.

vineri, 11 decembrie 2009

duminică, 6 decembrie 2009


June 20 / 2006

marți, 1 decembrie 2009

David Bowie Ziggy Stardust Live By Request

Boobs Beyond Beeps

David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust - Live by Request
Oooh yeah
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls
With just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Ooh oh

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kid was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
aww He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ziggy playyyyed guitaarrrrrr

duminică, 22 noiembrie 2009

Niplelyzed Riff JayLH crossing Mylene

The most wonderful of alll things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human being is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.


Poem by Arhip Cibotariu
Sanged by Tudor Gheorghe
Translated by tigress_tim
Presented by Xiron Xin

"...!!! The willows have gone crazy!!!
From all the spring
They walk naked in the skies
With all their souls inside outside

And they took it out from morning
White and loaded with dew
With strong odours from the sky
Pulled out from a new mistery
The willows have gone crazy
And with their sickness all together
It seems something happened
And with all this world
Raving birds
Take out their souls from them
Wandering from many longings
Travelers between the stars
The green forest got fuddled
It's not so calm anymore
It hold the moon longish
Like a heart in the palm
You don't see my soul how it gets out
In chaotic words!
The willows have gone crazy!
And you want me to behave?!!
And you want me to behave ?!!! ..."

Category: Music

Tags: Tudor Ghoerghe
Au innebunit salcamii!!!
The acacia trees have gone crazy !

milla jovovich & Crystal Method - "I Know It's You"

"Mmmmmm...How can I be less than absent when it come's to unnoticed surroundings and peoples!" - Gerizu

Lili Marlene Live

toward all diabolical tears of laughing pilligrims of life madness!!!! for those who doesn't dare to fly inside all storms of dark yet still relentless life...'couse they will shurely Die!:

-Unknowing Ubiquitously Unborned Unlearner's Uprising, Ravenis Kalikanzaros says to Xiron Xin : Eviscerating the emptiness of a Word won't need a thousand reasons; Filling the energy of an Image with a thousand words won't last; Removing the Grace of a spiritual transgresion won't work. The only chance to smile even in tears is 2 Love! Unlimited open mind and soul, forever.
"I don't give a fuck!" replay XIRON XIN

Why Sigourney Weaver Is A Bad Ass Bitch

Sig Weasel

sâmbătă, 8 august 2009

Thunder Trip Under Grip

Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.” — William Shakespeare 

Listing the development stages of a meth-trip experienced solely for personal research purpose and exclusively intended as corroborative evidence of metamphetamine effects does not imply endorsement!

"In the philosophy of science of Karl Popper there is no definable measure of the extent to which evidence confirms a hypothesis (see confirmation theory). Instead, hypotheses face the tribunal of experience by surviving efforts to falsify them. The degree of corroboration of a hypothesis by evidence is then a function of the stringency of the test the evidence provides, and hence a measure of the success of the hypothesis in surviving it. Critics have complained that corroboration in this sense is an empty notion, since it provides no reason to trust the hypothesis on any future occasion (see falsifiability, verisimilitude)."
Soo ... AGAIN! This post is NOT an endorsement for 
the USE or ABUSE of dangerous drugs! 
[ March 6-th, 1993. Now.  Let's see if i'll manage to build a clear trip report while keeping my shit together. About six hours ago I tried methamphetamine for the first time. This is my trip report describing its effects.
I'm not a big stimulant user by any means. The only stimulants I've tried are methylphenidate a couple of times, cocaine max a dozen of times (both great & awful!) and MDMA twice, if one considers this a stimulant  used to treat ADHD  (I don't; or at least I no longer did after this). OK. I got my hands on some supposedly very pure methamphetamine. It came in crystals about 0.5-1 cm in length. I wasn't sure if it contained impurities so I performed an acid/base extraction on them and recrystallized them from IPA. There was no loss in weight except for what was lost in the filter so it was quite clean to start with. I weighed up 15 mg using a 2 mg scale (added powder until the display alternated between 14 and 16 mg). The crystals were crushed with a piece of cigarette paper on top of them and a lighter used for grinding. When I had obtained a fine powder I lined up the dose in a ~6 cm line.
16:25 - I snorted the whole line in one nostril all at once. For about 20 seconds after this my nose felt like it had snorted broken glass! It hurt really bad, moreso than anything I had snorted before - even more than snorting crushed up ecstasy pills. This pain subsided and after 30 seconds it was bearable, one minute after it was completely gone. I put on some music and went outside to smoke a cigarette.
16:35 - I began noticing effects. I was a bit light headed and felt more energetic and my mood had been raised a bit.
16:45 - Now the effects were very obvious. I felt euphoric similar to that of a light dose of MDMA but a lot more energetic. I started cleaning up the kitchen and living room because they were a mess. It was actually somewhat enjoyable cleaning up while listening to music. The impending clean-up had bothered me a bit and I had a hard time getting myself to do it so it was nice to finally get it done. I went out to smoke another cigarette and it was lovely. I was thinking about all the things I would do today.
17:30 - The effects were at their highest now. I was in my bed listening to trance while texting my brother and a friend about the effects. I filled out a message with over 800 character rather quickly and it took forever to send. I came to the conclusion that the best way to characterize the feeling was the euphoria of a light dose of MDMA, perhaps 80 mg, more energy and more of a need to do something active.
17:55 - Up until now the effects had been as they were 25 minutes ago as was described in the above paragraph but just now I rounded the peak and was starting to come down a bit. I feel that it's always saddening to be coming down but after about 5 minutes of getting accustomed to the new level of euphoria (it certainly hadn't subsided completely) I continued my activities of the day. The euphoria was noticeably lighter but I was still quite happy and especially energetic.
19:25 - About three hours past ingestion I started to come down almost completely I think. A light depression followed - a bit like coming down from MDMA. This lasted, with varying intensity - although never exceeeding 'light', for about an hour.
20:25 - I decided to drink a beer and have a cigarette and after doing this and focusing on feeling the light depressive state it slowly vanished (over the course of an hour or so). My mood was slightly lower than it would have been without taking the meth but nothing compared to the day after MDMA use.
22:40 - This is now. I'm sitting at my computer typing this trip report. I feel pretty normal actually. My heart is beating a bit faster than normal and there is still residual stimulation left, I don't think I could fall asleep now. My motivation level seems about the same as any other evening and I'm actually surprised the comedown didn't hit me harder. I sort of expected the light depressive feeling to increase in intensity but instead it vanished.
All in all I would say it was a pleasant experience. I think the extremely bearable comedown was because of the relatively low dose I took. I must say that this experience carried the least negative comedown of any of the 'harder' drugs I've tried (MDMA, methylphenidate, cocaine and various opiates - I'm comparing this comedown to the immediate comedown following MDMA, methylphenidate and cocaine and the 'comedown' I experience from opiates which usually starts 24 hours after ingestion). I'm aware that the experience probably wouldn't be the same if I took it again tomorrow as my dopamine and serotonin levels and supplies probably aren't what they would be after being sober for several weeks (which, not including alcohol and three small joints, I was before this). I'm fairly sure that if I had dosed higher than 15 mg or if I had redosed, the comedown would be much worse so I'm glad I didn't do this. ]


marți, 3 februarie 2009

Apatic, atipic, apteric, ascultam ce zice Chubby; cum rasfoieste cuvintele cu vocea de straniu vin sacrilegiu divin numit DORIN. Liviu Zaharia. 1977-1987...1997-2007, Nunti, Filipi, Lisci... ai lui, ai cui, al cui? Precum cand CARTEA S-A DESCHIS,... LA PRIMUL RAND, M-AM INTRUPAT INTRISTAT, SCORNIND TIPTIL, ERATA, pana la ultimul rand.

: Iunie 20, 2006
* --------------------------------------------------------------- "..MMMMMmmmm !!!...iiiiiiaaakkkkhhh !!!...blleAhh !! ... HUH ! -CE- cat masa'n cur am baut ?!?...siii...Ce Mama Dracu 'i cu chilotii astia de matase-dama pe cap?!! AoleO-LLeO-LleO!'...totu' se misca'n juru' mi ...AaauuLLU!! Ma dor oasele si toate alea de parca m-ar fi pitrocit cu maiu' cinci gealati... ...greata...capu' tandari...
__ Obosit ca un val pipernicit arand un ocean fara hula, ma trezesc nauc- bocciu cu ochii' ntepati sadic de lampa de birou rasturnata fix langa teasta' mi pulsand si bubuind ciudat। Creierul mi-e total expandat in lichefierea'i metalica. Doamne ! Ce dracu'tot gandesc?! Am un gust uscat-cleios-acru in ceru' gurii si-mi simt tampla stanga si pometele amarnic jupuite de perii covorului gros. In timp ce ma adun de pe jos cu greutate, imi revine' n minte seara trecuta dar nu si restul noptii. Pasesc inspre zona mai putin densa a intunericului, oarecum oblico-vertical, onduland nesigur. Despart precaut draperiile grele si ochii' mi zvacnesc spasmodic, injunghiati de hidoasa fanta de lumina. Aaa - uite jos piscina' n care' am baldabac az' noapte. Phiiiii !! Iaca pozna ! : Sunt la podu' Nilului, hotel Omar Khayyam. ! Alta' n curu' Stanii! ...Ceee...parca... La Dracu'!! Parca mi s 'aduna gandurile -firicele 'ntr-un suvoi-amintire.
[ Ya rabb bekamal-e lotf khass-am gardan...
Divane-ye khud khan o khalas-am gardan. ]
=Switch'd HUMAYUN=
(23 August 2003 h 00.45-Prislop)
[..." M-am culcat intr-o dimineata a lunii Misra, dupa 8 cani cu arak vorbite toate noaptea cu cela zalud : Djibril-Zeyn-el'abd'Djinn'al Raz-bin Nawaf'ibn'as Sukrek,langa Maquam-ul lui El XIN cel cu lumina ochilor curatata in Zem Zem, cel care se simtise indeajuns e pacatos incat sa cheme la Wird doar stelele cele mangaiate de affreti. De mult timp El XIN era onorat la fiecare 5 ani cu un Mulid total aparte. De 20 de ani luam si eu parte la sarbatoare, cu oarba ravna.In precedentele trei ocazii festivitatea imi dadu'ocazia sa ma dezlan in tandari de'avana depravare haotica.'N'asa hal incat pana si-un neutru precum swami Vivekananda ma reboteza fara talc drept alde DHIMM KALIKANZAROS SAHIB-BAZM-OQALAM .De 15 ani numarul demnvenitilor se tot imputina,ultimele doua sarbatori fiind desertate de tot mai multi.Iar de data asta chiar si dervisii 'ai rotitori plecara iute goniti de preasuia duhoare raspandita de kurbasha mea argasita si fragezita cu urina de pisica. Uite d'aia nemaiputand noi, eu si Djibril nu contenisem a comenta aprinsi toata seara si buna parte din noapte, cat de dat in moasa'sa mai este Fahr'ad'din Gorgani in"Cronica cea Minunata a Nemaipomenitilor Mobad, Sahr'banu,Ramin si Vis" si ce spumoase carlige narative releva stilistica astuia.Daca la primele cani de arak mai cazuram de acord ca romanul Gorganianului onziemist ascundea foarte sprintara pseudognoseologie a hiatusului cert dintre ridicolul monogamiei si fertilitatea adulterului,pe la a sasea cana pantecoasa de "carmazul huryei" deja ne paruiam ca orbetii, Djibril fornaind ca (hac!) ala ascunde o morala de latrina intr-o fluiditate de lapte si miere a discursului,iar eu balmajind lugubru ca -ete fleasc!d'aia nu mai poate labagiu' ala de morala lu' peste,dan moment ce da fapt era un sarantoc scopit d'atata invidie.Deja pe la a saptea cana ne proptise'm frunte'n frunte cu ochii abia mijiti, zbierand pitigaiat unu' spre'alalalt cum ca prospetimea epica a respectivului este ba bengoasa, ba namoloasa. Ma rog; de la un anumit punct, adanc osteniti, ne priveam deopotriva blazati-condescendenti, duhnind de'atata'ndogatire : "-Whazaa'Sahib? gandu' la cum se'ntampla alde Hassan'ibn'as Sabbah si gasca lui. - Hai na! ce vrei;proie du jongleur!". Si da'i 'nainte tot asa cu inutilul. P'orma... imi aminte cetos ca'mi trageam agasat gluga djallabyei peste ochii'aproape'nchisi si ma culcusam vag ghemuit in nisipul fin, strangand in mana stanga codirisca scurta din tibie de tap a kurbashei si'n a'dreapta cana de tabla smaltuita albastru. Cu creierii bine'ncleiati,in timp ce adormeam,bombaneam grohaind ragusit spre Djiby: "-Ce'z'sasi ? aa ? Aaa!Chestia aia prea rotund amestecata cu " < <>>". Bine-bine,multam de efort, multam da spiel. Numa'caa...mmm...Ba Navlecule! Io's grecotei dupa dume-nume, dahoi si daimon dupa spirit si chtonogenet dup'a mea nascare mhm; si p'orma ce serbetu' meu tot stai cu curu'n doua samare cand ai doar un catar!?Pa' bine baa... Eblis Rebegit! Numa'n limita dantre doua lumi soaptele'ti excitate? 'T'ar capu'al'reacu' d'evaziv lesinat! IIIIh!! 'R'ai'al 'iaca'lui! ca esti numa o umbra'mpleticita,un suport de burnus,o chicotela tampa de pleostit Lurens al Rabiei! Un hardau in care'ncape juma'da feddan de prostie... camilele tale au raie bactriana si tu te pisi impotriva Khasimului dageaba caa...tot sub burta calului tau o sa crapi... s'o sa ai tu parte de Meded dan parti!iihi..mmsi.. plesni'te-ar amocku'ngg...sukrekit betiv ce esti...hrsss...". Intre timp alde Djibril sforaia demult. Activitate la care dealtfel am purces si eu cu toata voinicia. Presupun. Apoi...Apoi... ma reunesc eu cu mine insumi intr-o amiaza tarzie aramita de un crepuscul lenes. Ma trezesc subit in fata moscheii Nebi Daniel (Imaginea acesteia imi pare de o fulminanta sobrietate, drept pentru care in gand trimit la decojit Moscheea Albastra din 'Sta'bul).In juru'mi nimeni,pustiu de oameni, animale, pasari.De'a stanga si'a dreapta'mi doua giulgii copte de in iordanizat. 'Nainte'mi o gramajoara de nisip auriu siluita de trei picaturi de sange. 'N'urma'mi cinci pene de quetzalli.Deasupra'mi, vibrand in aerul imobil,soapta transfigurat monotona a sclavului Bilal : "'sha''llah...Makka!'sha'llah...". Intre talpile'mi crapate limba smulsa a unui cimpanzeu batran. In mana stanga un kurbash, in cea dreapta un styl de plumb. Inlauntru'mi, un volum de vid alb, sufocant prin senzatia de unicitate neinsingurata transmisa. Mi se intuneca vederea, ma preling pe pamantul pietros, ma chircesc orizontal si adorm incovrigat, pentru a ma trezi intr-o hruba lunga, bland boltita,cu peretii din caramizi brune smaltuite. Sub lumina spectrala, vert-fonce, Alexandra isi hacuie sevaletul de atelier cu o secure dubla, pe coada careia e scrijelit stangaci,cu litere inegrite de foc,XIRON. __________ ____________________________________________________ ...Full Black-Out. Unica Vaga Perceptie...Vid.Vid. Suspensie. ......................................................................... Impietrit urmaresc scena. O stare, un timp, uu...u... uun mmomm!...mmmomment! cuuu... cccc...uumplit de cunoscut, simtit intim, personal, un moment mereu idem configurativ, o stare de ondulatoriu palpabil, chinuitor de prezent sentiment desfigurativ, o sfera de vaste senzatii, perceptii, respirate drept naucitor de important cumul transfigurativ...definit drept...EU. Eu. EU...MERCURIUS Marian. MERCKURYO MARIAN. Mercurius Hiperboreus. Marian Merck-Ur-Y-Om-Arian...Marian Diacu. Abscons ascuns in Mascariciul Alb al Chintrei de Ambra, AKA White Jester of Amber Kyntra, dit Le Pasquin Blanc du Ambre de Kintre. Disjuns in Ravenis Kalikanzaros Periplousus Chtonogenetou, zis Sahr'el Khalid ibn Kaan Z'Arouz. Eu,Maimuta-Peste, Jaguarul-Uliu, Sabia-Pin, Ghepardul-Delfin, Mimul-Acronim. Eu,Mhrabout Rifiel Kukykokolomo Loloma Macikumba. Eu, Gerizu Drako Pelsagau Kuz Kogaion, alias Kalias Maginulfas Pontifex Verbum. Eu, Kyntrakynokymatrah Amtrashivamidzhar Boddhisattva ...EU, XIN EUXIN. EU,XIRON XIN. EU...XIRON.EU. EU, SALBATICIE, Dementa Arborescenta, Decomprimare, Dispersie, Fuziune, Fisiune, Punct. EU. !Dar EA?Unde este Ea?!Unde e Alexandra!? UNDE? Scanteie.Tresar.Observ.Tresar.Violent.Preaplin sufocant. Inghetat, gatuit...observ. Simt, zaresc, percep, inteleg. Fulgerare de'o secunda, multicolora, caleidoscopica, eruptie imagistica pazita de nefilimi si cherubini. Aceeasi Viziune-Obsesie. Prabusindu-se peste mine strivitor. Indiferent de evolutia fundalului. Atempic. ALEX, Sevaletul, Securea, Hruba, Smaraldiul, Eu. Ritm sisific al respiratiei. Enorma mea vinovatie, dureros constientizata, indefinit invaluita insa de continuitatea inextricabila a marsului meu. Haotic in frenezia'i nepasatoare, furibund in neodihna'i visatoare. Marsul eternului peregrin spiritual,nemilos cu sine si crud cu ceilalti, ars de setea calatoriei, consumat de foamea tintelor etape. Insensibilitatea hierophaniei culisand pe senzitivitatea epiphaniei. Fecunditatea hagiographiei educata prin sterilitatea olographiei. Autarkeia Graphein.Ideatic mono-sacralic punctuat de factic omni-profanic. REALITATEA Visului. Exista. Dar...exista mai ales VISUL Realitatii.