Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
More than a month has passed since the last entry. Everyone needs a settling time, and I have truly been in need of it. Since I tend to defy the general “blog” trend – write daily, provided the subject (or not) – this lack of rhythm suits me.
I feel as if I have become immune to the Romanian nonsense. My rage has a constant autochthone support, but everything gets weary in the end… Fear not, my fervent readers, I will be back soon with irated pages! I’m sure I can rely on my beloved country to supply me with the daily ration of aberrations.
After all, how could I be enraged when I’ve just found out I’m going to a Leonard Cohen concert?
Season’s grievings!
I guess I am supposed to start with ‘Now that the holidays have passed, with good and bad things…’, as I have seen it is quite trendy when it comes to writing about them. Sorry to disappoint you. Yes, we all know they have passed, yes we all know they’ve had their ups and downs. And what I certainly know is they’ve had carols. Wherever I went, from bars to parks and even in the goddamn streets, the a-caroling was ubiquitous. Carols in the train station, carols in buses, carols in cabs. Everyone is better these days, sure, but is it too much to ask for a slight variation in music? No matter what your musical background is, from rapper to houser or ‘manelist’, carols are a must this time of the year. Well, guess I’ll never get the gist of this kind of Christmas spirit. Why has Christmas become so sanctimonious? Couldn’t gifts be given silently, without asking or expecting a reward? Can’t carols be understood and sung deep within, quietly, understanding the miracle, not shouting it… Well, I reckon it’s part of being a Romanian – lacking measure. It’s a default setting. It may seem a reminiscence of Latin spirit, but nowadays it’s just a instinctual way of living. Is it Christmas time? Let’s sing and listen to carols.. continuously. Is it New Year’s Eve? Let’s party like there’s no tomorrow… Speaking of New Year’s Eve – ever notice how humans are the only ones to celebrate? For the rest of the planet, for all beings, time flows as it did before, there are other cycles, much more profound, those of life, to be followed…
I wish you dreams in this new year. Not fulfilling wishes, because that’s killing them. May you dream, may you fight for your dreams, may you keep them alive.
And, as I always say – May you have a new year!
This is not a blog (II)
No, it is not, as I have previously, and, to some extent, unsuccessfully stated.
There are several reasons for this, which have been amiss from the homonymous post. It may appear as paradoxical, but the fact that I say that this is not a blog, is the cause and effect for its subsequent true nature. For I give birth and sense to every letter written here. And by doing so I dictate its character, its identity. I choose my own creations. The only term I could somehow cope with is a ‘dreamlog’. It is more adequate. This is a detail upon which I would not have insisted unless others had done it.
Another major reason is the fact that, at least ab initio, a blog is understood as an online diary. Or, any diary has a major temporal component. Not the case here. It’s in my way of life to be, in a certain respect, atemporal. It is true, my posts are dated, but that’s almost irrelevant to their content. They’re just a form of scholê. This ancient Greek word is the etymon for the modern word ’school’. And – awkwardly, or not – it meant ‘time off; pause’. Consider everything here under these auspices. Of the time off needed in order to create.
Finally, the title, ‘Assertions of awareness’, tells it all. I know the amount futility implied in a pompous name – ‘aware of nothingness of being… of being aware…’ – still… I have no intention of proving anything (not even that this is not a blog) to anyone. It’s a self-contenting action. Whether or not others can make something out of it…
This is not a blog
First things first. This is not a blog! For all you newcomers out there (assuming that you exist), I want to stress the sole fact that this is, under no circumstance, a blog. I hate the term, as well as the ‘trendy’ outfit it has been given. It’s a mere page for my ideas, assertions and reactions to this proposterous world in which we are confined to live.
More recently I’ve noticed a sort of a paradox in which I’m dwelling: I haven’ t written in a long, long time. So, perhaps this will somehow facilitate my creative ideas.
For further explanations on the nature of the page you are currently viewing, I suggest taking a glance at the following image – a painting by surrealist belgian artist René Magritte.
