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Erele, sferele

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Nu-l mişcă ştiutele
crînguri cu ciutele.
Cărarea cu urmele,
iezerul, umbrele
nu-l cheamă. Copitele
sfarmă ispitele.

Prin ceaţă cînd lunecă
zări el adulmecă,
nu apropiatele,
ci depărtatele.

Ciulindu-şi urechile
prinde străvechile
rotiri, sus, de tulbure
foc şi de murmure.

Şi-aude, subt naltele,
unele, altele:
erele, sferele.

(Lucian Blaga – „Cerbul cu stea în frunte”)

În marea trecere

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Soarele-n zenit ține cântarul zilei.
Cerul se dãruiește apelor de jos.
Cu ochi cuminți dobitoace în trecere
își privesc fãrã de spaimã umbra în albii.

Frunzare se boltesc adânci
peste o-ntreagã poveste.
Nimic nu vrea sã fie altfel decât este.
Numai sângele meu strigã prin pãduri
dupã îndepãrtata-i copilãrie,
ca un cerb bãtrân
dupã ciuta lui pierdutã în moarte.

Poate a pierit subt stânci.
Poate s-a cufundat în pãmânt.
În zadar i-aștept veștile,
numai peșteri rãsunã,
pâraie se cer în adânc.

Sânge fãrã rãspuns,
o, de-ar fi liniște, cât de bine s-ar auzi
ciuta cãlcând prin moarte.

Tot mai departe șovãi pe drum –
și, ca un ucigaș ce-astupã cu nãframa
o gurã învinsã,
închid cu pumnul toate izvoarele,
pentru totdeauna sã tacã,
sã tacã.

(Lucian Blaga)

Autumn day

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Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.

Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

(Rainer Maria Rilke – Autumn Day)

 

India calling (4). Havelock island (smartphone photo)

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Havelock island, South Andaman

Andaman and Nicobar special administration area, India

January 26th, 2015

Samsung Galaxy S4

Ne vom vedea în Cer la porți de Învieri

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Ne vom vedea în Cer la porți de Învieri
Din ale Sale cânturi primi-vom mângâieri.
Din aripile-I întinse peste ale noastre gânduri
Vor răsări speranțe și-or înflori colinduri.

Imposibila întoarcere | The impossible return

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Golden Horn, Bosphorus, Istanbul, november 2014

“Was it the same light that enchanted the first photographers? It is the same, and it is still brand new – it is something that never wears out.”
– Edouard Boubat

Supersymmetry

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Okay, first a little science. According to the Standard Model, there are only two types of elementary particles: fermions and bosons. Fermions are matter particles. They are the physical stuff of the universe. Bosons are force particles, and they’re responsible for phenomena such as light, gravity and magnetism. I’m aware this is a dramatic oversimplification, but the distinction between fermions and bosons is essentially the distinction between the material and the ethereal.

This is where the poetry comes in. Supersymmetry is a theoretical extension of the Standard Model that predicts a corresponding boson for every fermion and vice-versa. In other words, every matter particle has a corresponding force partner, and every force particle has a corresponding matter partner. Supersymmetry links them. It is an elegant scientific principle that poetically bridges the divide between the material and the ethereal.

The idea of supersymmetry is repeatedly invoked as a conceptual metaphor for what it’s like to still feel linked to someone who no longer exists ( i mean, in this dimension, of course). With one simple word, it encapsulates existential grief, one of the most powerful emotions in the human condition.

Simply put, it’s a reference to the concept of “soulmates”. This is the case in Spike Jonze’s „HER”. In the context of the film, Supersymmetry is a lament – a simple expression of the pain one feels after the loss of a loved one.

Every Life Comes With A Death Sentence

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Look, I’m not an intellectual – I just take pictures.
– Helmut Newton

Tortura tăcerii (III) | The Torture of Silence (III)

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“We are all one people — we are probably all one man.”
– Sebastiao Salgado

Blue, Yellow, Green (smartphone photo)

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Samsung Galaxy S4, Snapseed

The creative act lasts but a brief moment, a lightning instant of give-and-take, just long enough for you to level the camera and to trap the fleeting prey in your little box.
– Henri Cartier-Bresson