this seat is taken

by invisible guests

shop-blocked

“These-items-cannot-be shipped-to-Romania” anger.

portocala si mecanicul

Eu si iarna suntem o pereche de culori complementare.

Eu ii sunt galben-chartreuse si magenta.

Ea e cyanul si indigoul meu.

Eu

fructe de persimmon, piureuri de carote, compoturi de caise,

seminte de mustar

ambra galbena,

vase din pamant ars,

tesaturi pudrate cu cinabru,

cercei de coral rosu,

lemn de acaju,

carpete in culori fove,

cnidari.

Ea

camera mea albastru-otel.

The Invisible Stairs

uncreative writing

It’s dark and gray and cold and by the look of things this world is nothing but a pickle jar filled with twisted, heavy shapes soaked in formalin, up on a shelf in a dusty school lab.

A perfect example of a sentence resulted from overexposure to postmodern mannerisms and winter.

etiology

This is how the entire therapy frenzy must have started. With a comfortable divan. Wouldn’t you start talking about everything that crosses your mind and even make up details here and there (you know, the “yeah, I’m jealous of my father and attracted to my mother” kind of thing) just to linger a little more on this genius invention of Levantine langour?

chin-wagging

It’s sunny, it’s Friday, what other reasons are there to enjoy life? I might have to look for a second job (third if you count storytelling), get pepper spray (dogs here in Baghdad are vicious), search for another hideous studio (I don’t want to move in with Shah Shahryar, there’s no telling what that guy would do if I run out of stories… actually it’s pretty obvious), but otherwise things are fine and the financial crisis has gone south (to Greece I mean). Cheers to you, eunuchs and harem girls, sultans and slaves, merchants and idle people! Now go see Avatar or something.

marginalia

I asked him what, if anything, got him down about teaching. He said he didn’t think that anything about it got him exactly down, but there was one thing, he thought, that frightened him: reading the pencilled notations in the margins of books in the college library.

J.D. Salinger

cave talk

Acum zeci de mii de ani i se spunea soare cu colti de Smilodon fatalis…

folk lore

In tramvai: “Mi-am facut toate analizele, frate. Nu vreau sa ratez viata”.