Sunday, April 19, 2009

My own private readingfest w/e

music: Faultline w/ Chris Martin - Your Love Means Everything Pt 2

*04/18/09: old issues of Cultura & Legături bolnăvicioase by Cecilia Ştefănescu

In high school, our principal teacher would bring us Dilema (now Dilema Veche), Cultura and other cultural publications and let us read articles during her class (hm, is there an equivalent for this class, "dirigenţie", in English? I'll have to look it up.) Or she would show us the latest books she'd bought -- I remember that one of those books was South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami; I took that as a recommendation, and read it too. Unfortunately, I was kind of disappointed with that book, and didn't read anything else by HM. Until now.

Anyhow, this summer I found those very few issues of Cultura that I had bought during high school, and for some reason I put them aside in order to re:read them. It's so strange to read these articles again and actually recognize (some of) the names of the ppl who've written them. Two yrs ago, I couldn't care less who wrote the articles I was reading. Now, the first thing I wanna do before reading an article is to see who the author is.

Also, I've finally read Legături bolnăvicioase by Cecilia Ştefănescu -- I've had this book ever since I saw the movie, Love Sick, for the first time (in 2006). Although a novel, the book is very poetic, and I love the atmosphere created by CŞ -- it makes me wanna read Nichita Stănescu's Ploaie în luna lui Marte over and over again. However, if this book has such a thing as a narrative line, I couldn't follow it; it was pretty confusing. (Funny thing: I started reading the book on Friday morning, and in the evening, the movie was on tv -- of course I watched it again. And now I keep listening to Your Love Means Everything Pt 2 on repeat, just like I did after having seen it for the 1st time. I've never really liked Coldplay, and I still don't get all the buzz around this band / Chris Martin, but this is one haunting song.)

*04/18/09: my kitty kat likes reading too ^_^

*04/19/09: Haruki Murakami & my rothkoesque walls
(and a badly edited photo, might I add)

This weekend I've finally finished reading HM's A Wild Sheep Chase (I like the Romanian title better: În căutarea oii fantastice). This book is so effin amazing!! that I don't want to spoil it with my silly observations. I think it's enough to say that I highly recommend it.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

It's complicated

music: Conor Oberst & MVB - White Shoes



"Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years and you may never ever trace it to its source and you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate! But there is. It's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born, but while alive you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone, or something to make it alright. And it never comes. Or it seems to, but it doesn't really. So you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry. And the truth is I feel so fucking sad. And the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long, and for just as long I've been pretending I'm ok just to get along, just for... I don't know why. Maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen."

"What was once before you, an exciting mysterious future is now behind you. Lived, understood, disappointing. You realize you are not special, you have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone is everyone."

-- Synecdoche, New York