Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Inevitability.

5/4/11

Inevitability.

In urmatoarele doua luni ma voi dedica exclusiv unor probleme din aria profesionala... Acest anunt il fac pentru tine, cititorule necunoscut, care te-ai regasit in scrierile mele si ai zambit sau te-ai intristat la vederea lor. Tie vreau sa-ti multumesc pentru ca dupa ce ai pasit prima data in lumea virtuala pe care am creionat-o, ti-a placut ce ai vazut si te-ai intors.
In ultimele noua luni am scris cu patos si cu dedicatie pentru a ma linisti si pentru a te atrage in acest univers cu nuante felurite si cu muzici catalogate de unii bizare...si am reusit.
Lumea aceasta este la o distanta apreciabila fata de lumea reala si trebuie sa-ti mentionez ca acest blog nu este unul exclusiv personal. Va lua o noua turnura insa, cu modificari substantiale si mai ales legate de tematica abordata, dar toate la timpul lor...

M-am simit bine citita de tine, dezvaluita intr-un fel, insa niciodata inteleasa. Pentru atentia si stimulul primit din partea ta, iti sunt recunoscatoare.
Nu ma cauta, nu ma vei gasi, voi fi in afara acestui orizont local...daca vei vrea sa ma gasesti in altii, nu vei reusi... si zambeste cititorule, iti sta mai bine astfel.
Va reincepe jocul fiecaruia dintre noi cu realitatea si lumile alternative, salvatoare...
Inchei acum printr-o veste excelenta primita recent, Mihai Dobre a.k.a. Haute Culture va lansa in sfarsit un material discografic, detalii here: http://localrec.ro/?p=2177.
Let the good music surrounds you ...

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”