I have to say: I lost track with the Romanian contemporary literature & art. A short visit last Friday at Romanian Cultural Institute in Vienna to receive the Martisor-book (great initiative, btw) and I managed to catch up a little.
The word is sharp and cuts deep in the reality. Pretty harsh images. Well, Gothic. Don’t read him on a bad day.
“We knock on the doors for them to open, to
let us out, but those on the other side don’t hear us and
they too knock on the doors for us to open and let them out
and when they open it’s ourselves we bump into
but we don’t pay attention to ourselves and we say we want out
and they say we want in, don’t take the door away with you,
we wouldn’t have anything to open on the way out,
there would remain a blank spot in the wall,
we won’t find any way to get out.”
“I told you to stay away from mornings,
their raw sun is not for us.
whereas the blurred and heavy sun of our world
hardly steams up the horizon. we are
at the beginning of another world and of other suns.
you’ve remained alone. it’s good. you have the whole past at hand.
you’ve seen evil with eyes wide open and you will heal.
one day you’ll understand that everything that shines
brings death closer to you.
evenings, on the other hand, will please you here:
you are in the age of livid worlds,
half shadow, half unknown.
be welcome. here the future
has almost passed.”
to be continued. Tomorrow. With a few witty cartoons.