"What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire"
W. Blake
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
My understanding of God
According to Christianity, it is a sin to write these lines: I am not a believer! I do not believe in Scriptures, nor in my Church’s tradition. Nothing that I’ve read or experienced so far convinced me otherwise. I've read significant parts of the Bible, and I attended the Mass various times during my childhood, and I enjoy listening to Gregorian chants. Most likely, one day I'm going to be walking down the aisle in an Orthodox church, because we are prone to feel more attracted and more secure next to someone who shares the same religious beliefs. Sadly, religious wars, Nietzsche, the Reformation, the Scientific Revolution, blood and suffering were not enough to convince us that religion shouldn't be the main driving force in individuals' lives.
However, I’m not an atheist either. I believe in God, but not in His image depicted by a 3500 year old writing. I believe we can’t perceive Him, because He is perfect and infinite, and our senses cannot perceive infinity nor perfection. I believe in God as a much greater force than humanity. I believe in God as the primary cause of everything, and I believe in God as the power which set the world in motion. It is beautiful and powerful to believe in a God which you don't fear.
However, I’m not an atheist either. I believe in God, but not in His image depicted by a 3500 year old writing. I believe we can’t perceive Him, because He is perfect and infinite, and our senses cannot perceive infinity nor perfection. I believe in God as a much greater force than humanity. I believe in God as the primary cause of everything, and I believe in God as the power which set the world in motion. It is beautiful and powerful to believe in a God which you don't fear.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Nude then, nude today
Useful philosophy !
Berkeley is perhaps best known for his saying: “Esse est percipi”, the Latin for "To be is to be perceived"--an object can't exist in the absence of the observer. He argues that the knowledge we have about objects is based exclusively on our perception, and the existence of objects is questionable in the absence of an observer. I agree with his idea that the qualities of all physical objects are only in us, are mental entities, and not powers possessed by the objects themselves. However, I would go even further, and state that this principle stands for emotions as well. Anger, love, fear, happiness, and the objects surrounding us are only a sum of subjective pictures projected in our mind, and nothing exists outside of it. My main point is: as long as everything is in your mind,YOU HAVE CONTROL over it – over ALL your emotions and sensory perception. Overcoming fear, love, regrets, temptation – only a mental exercise!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
i like my body when it is with your
photo: Man Ray Electricité, Paris, 1931
"i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new"
E. E. Cummings
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Remember Eminescu
ODE (In ancient meter)
"Nu credeam sa-nvat a muri vreodata;
Pururi tanar, infasurat in manta-mi,
Ochii mei naltam visatori la steaua
Singuratatii."
"I never thought I would learn how to die.
Forever young, cloaked in my mantle,
My eyes, dreamful, were affixed to the star
Of Solitude."
"Nu credeam sa-nvat a muri vreodata;
Pururi tanar, infasurat in manta-mi,
Ochii mei naltam visatori la steaua
Singuratatii."
"I never thought I would learn how to die.
Forever young, cloaked in my mantle,
My eyes, dreamful, were affixed to the star
Of Solitude."
Monday, January 18, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Gaza

On Friday, I’m flying to Tel Aviv.
While doing a lot of research on Israel - mostly recent events, I found this moving article about Gaza and the Israeli attacks. Emphasizing Israel’s military superiority and Gaza’s suffering, this is the best article I’ve read on the subject. I can't know if it is the most reliable piece of information, but I believe the article is getting close to journalism at its best!
www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/11/09/091109fa_fact_wright
Rothko's No. 14

Isn't this a perfect symbol of the two of us?
Very few artist respected their art more than Rothko did. In 1958, the Four Season hotel in NY offered him a commission of $2.5M for few of his large canvases. But Rothko was skeptical, worrying that the clients of the Four Season's upscale restaurant and hotel will never understand the message behind his art. He initially accepted their commission, but later he refused to hang his works in Four Season. I can not recall another instance when art triumphed over money.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
I'm watching you dying...
"You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they're not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict-and they call it growth. At the end there's nothing left, nothing unversed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a performance which they have never held for a single moment?" The Fountainhead
I'm seeing people dying everywhere around us. Drowning every morning what they used to be yesterday; drowning their purity and individuality, by getting closer and closer to regularity and emptiness.
Few are aware of their slow, inevitable death. It is so disgraceful to see their struggle. Some are trying to save themselves through mediocre forms of art. Many are writing, sculpting marble, or building edifices. Most are also consuming love stories, they are devouring souls and flesh, stepping on others dreams and fears, in a violent, selfish attempt to reach eternity...
I'm seeing people dying everywhere around us. Drowning every morning what they used to be yesterday; drowning their purity and individuality, by getting closer and closer to regularity and emptiness.
Few are aware of their slow, inevitable death. It is so disgraceful to see their struggle. Some are trying to save themselves through mediocre forms of art. Many are writing, sculpting marble, or building edifices. Most are also consuming love stories, they are devouring souls and flesh, stepping on others dreams and fears, in a violent, selfish attempt to reach eternity...
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