I’m not very good at Politics – just average as any normal citizen, habituated to watching TV and judging the news. At Economics, a little less. In any case, not more than any other normal citizen planning his budget and thinking: ‘How can some people make so much money?’ At Justice, even less: just as Read more...

  La politica nu ma pricep mai mult decat oricare cetatean obisnuit – obisnuit sa priveasca televizorul sau sa citesca presa. La economie mai putin. In orice caz nu mai mult decat oricare cetatean obisnuit care isi planuieste bugetul si se intreaba uneori ‘cum dracu de fac unii atatia bani’. La justitie si mai putin: Read more...

In his famous speech, titled ‘Poor world’ and given in 1978 at Harvard University, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn – the person who managed to trigger not only the end of Communism as a system but also the end of Communism as illusion – talked about the decline of courage in the West. I quote: ‘a decline sensible Read more...

  In The Moments of the Wandering Jew, David S. Cole’s play, the Jew is exiled for the fault of seeing in Christ’s passing under the heavy Cross just a geometrical figure.   Questioned on his disengagement with ‘history’s greatest moment’, the Jew responds: ‘Missed my moment? I tell you, no one ever drew nearer Read more...

  TV: they’re showing a star-studded ‘musical’ event, featuring Justin Bieber.   All I can hear (not watching!) is a continuous scream, bordering now on hysteria, now on ecstasy.   Think to myself: ‘Very sad gathering! THAT sort of applause…’   Despair beyond words… and sense of uselessness.   On the cusp of ‘ripe’ age Read more...

  Smooth Operator   ‘Collaborating towards a mutual goal, according to the principles of anticredentialism (you don’t need references or degrees to do a specific task well) and equipotential (everyone has the same potential to contribute to a collective project with their specific talent or project).’   Quoting from an artist residency call!   The Read more...

Umbrella                                                            It’s more than eight years ago: Ila and I were waiting for the bus, on a Saturday afternoon, somewhere towards the exit of the city. Read more...

Having nothing better to do with my time I suppose, I randomly look at ‘artists’ and their ‘activity’ – majority of this happening on Facebook where everyone posts something, likes something, etc. therefore one can ceaselessly link to people’s ‘activity’. In my case, predominantly ‘artists’, as that’s what they like to call themselves, even though… Read more...

BANDIT AND CHURCHILL… an attempt to rewrite our history-es!   Sleep tight, Mummy’s baby… no more Nursery rhymes are left on this Earth… The stories I’m not telling you – all Are dead under the cry of the cannon. Under tanks – hundred of years ago – Sun and Moon – in the porch – Read more...

Preparing for Bandit and Churchill… to start very soon…   Flowers… some crop up just to kiss you, Prattling little pieces of gossip. Others tiny, silly and mumbling Have the deer’s deep, questioning eye. Some of them sing… tell funny stories Gracious, chatty tavern hostesses! Flowers seemingly pinching the lute Confess, in wanly crossing themselves… Read more...