Nyt on yö. Minä kuljen yksin tyhjiä katuja. En tiedä, mihin olen menossa, hyvä kun tiedän mistä olen tulossa, ja ruumiissani soi tuhat kaunista ja voimakasta sävelmää, minun koko menneisyyteni, ja silmissäni loistavat tuhannen ihmisen silmät, silmien takana tuntemattomuus, tätä naista ei tunne kukaan, se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään, ei kukaan tiedä mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.
- Mirka Lattunen
El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete. Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi. El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ. Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură. El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul ca un umăr. Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul ca un trunchi noduros. Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva. Eu am trecut prin el. El a trecut prin mine. Eu am rămas un pom singur. El un om singur
- Nichita Stănescu
Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.
- Karl Marx
The Hermit’s Song
A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree Is my roof, While nearby a great oak tree keeps me Tempest-proof.
I can pick my fruit from an apple Like an Inn, Or can fill my fist where hazels Shut me in.
A clear well beside me offers Best of drink, And there glows a bed of cresses Near its brink.
Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours, Nestle near, Wild swine come, or broods of badgers, Grazing deer.
All the gentry of the county Come to call! And the foxes come behind them, Best of all.
To what meals the woods invite me All about! There are water, herbs and cresses, Salmon, trout.
A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey Are my meat, Heathberries and Whortleberries For a sweet.
All that one could ask for comfort Round me grows, There are hips and haws and strawberries, Nuts and sloes.
And when summer spreads its mantle What a sight! Marjoram and leeks and pignuts, Juicy, bright.
Dainty redbreasts briskly forage Every bush Round and round my hut there flutter Shallow, thrush.
Bees and beetles, music-makers, Croon and strum; Geese pass over, duck in autumn, Dark streams hum.
Angry wren, officious linnet And black-cap, All industrious, and the woodpecker’s Sturdy tap.
From the sea the gulls and herons Flutter in, While in upland heather rises The grey hen.
In the year’s most brilliant weather Heifers low Through green fields, not driven nor beaten, Tranquil, slow.
In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering, Skies are blue, Swans call, river water falling Is calling too.
I hate myself so much sometimes. When I can't get my pictures to be sharp, for instance. Even more so, when I don't get sharp pictures because I'm too stupid (and/or stressed) to check that the lens is in the right position (with my camera, it's kind of hard to tell if the picture is sharp just by looking through it). And most of all, when this happens when the picture would have been EXCELLENT!!!!!
So, anyway, here is the result of my photoproject 'Romania between Orient and Occident'.
Supermarket Trio Orient & Café Club Occident, not too far away from each other on Buzesti street in Bucharest.
Both of the pictures are unsharp like hell. Dammit.
It was raining quite heavily when I took the 'Orient' picture, and I was going to go back and take another set of pictures, but apparently I never got that far. And in any case, the trio of Gypsies would probably not have been there again to wave at me ...
My apologies to my readers and especially to the nice man who waved in the picture, but I'm too stupid for my own camera.
(Mihai just told me that in the building where 'Trio Orient' is nowadays, there probably used to be a caravan serai (that's 'han' in Romanian, by the way). Hence, the name ...)
Well, it's like my eyesight. Everything is blurry, but I DO see things ...
He he, maybe I could try to claim that the blurriness of my photographs is an 'artist's statement' - I want to depict the world the way people with visual disabilities (or whatever the politically correct word for that is) see it!!
LD50 December 17, 2004 02:26 AM PST
Though not very sharp, the pictures are quite relevant for Romania.
I do recognize HOME!
bubu December 10, 2004 06:29 PM PST
sul pitäs olla statiivi... no toi karvapallo on ainakin kiva!