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Birth
21:33 Nov 26 2008
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Birth



a poem by Georg Trakl





These mountains:blackness, silence and snow.

The red hunter climbs down from the forest;

Oh, the mossy gaze of the wild thing.



The peace of the mother: under black firs

The sleeping hands open by themselves

When the col moon seems ready to fall.



The birth of man.Each night

Blue waters washes over the rock base of the cliff;

The fallen angel stares at his reflection with sights,



Something pale wakes up in a suffocating room.

The eyes

Of the stony old woman shine two moons.



The cry of the woman in labor.The night troubles

The boy`s sleep with back wings,

With snow, which falls with ease out of the purple clouds.







*****





the second translation:



Mountains: blackness, silence and snow.

The hunt descends red from the forest.

O, the mossy gazes of the deer.



The mother's silence; under black firs

Sleeping hands open

When the cold moon appears in ruins.



O, the birth of man. Nocturnally blue water

Murmers in the rocky ground;

Sighing, the fallen angel beholds his image,



A pale shape awakens in a stuffy room.

Two moons,

The ancient eyes of the stony woman gleam.



Woe, the screams of childbirth. With black wings

The night touches the boy's temple,

Snow that falls softly from a purple cloud.







*****



The translations are pretty different as you see.I prefer the first one but reading both and peaking in the original version is a revealing thing.

Lapus Land (Maramures Region) - Valea Rea (Evil Valley) - response to Drakontion
19:43 Nov 26 2008
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My dear friend, I don`t know why this valley is named like that.Some say because the wyvern that found shelter in the caves nearby and poisoned the waters until a handsome boy got read of it.



Some say it`s simply because passing through the valley is very dangerous.Under the appealing look of the leaves carpet there are wet cliffs and unstable stones and you may be crippled or even loose your life if you take a wrong step.



Here are more picture from that region:

Casa Barb din Copalnic

(Barb house from Copalnic village)









Stanca de la Cetate

(Cliff from the Fortress)









Dealul Ptigai

(Pitigai hill)













Gospodarie din Dealul Corbului

(Household from the Raven Hill)









Valea Stanjerilor

(Stanjers`s Valley)

Maramures
21:47 Nov 25 2008
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I have some nice pics from the land where I was born and from where my ancestors are.

They are also some arguments for you to love Maramures (the Northern region of Transilvania).

I don`t want to resize them because it`s a pity.

Sunrise on Creasta Cocosului:

a new day is born

You certainly should see this live: it`s a free moving picture with hundreds of colours

different, every day!











Creasta Cocosului Mountain during the day











Lespezi

(a place called Slabs)











Valea Rea

(The Evil Valley)











Evil Valley Cascade

(Cascada de pe Valea Rea)











One of the strange rocks from Ignis hights

They call this cliffs Babele

(The Old Women)











The mountains are sacred to Romanians.

The scene witha wolf nailed on a cross at a crossroad

from Coppola`s Dracula is not far from the truth









View towards Ignis Mountain











The land where beauty and millenary tradition are home:



a young woman in a bride dress







an old woman before the wooden gate of her house







A very old house made entirely from wood:

Casa aspra(The Rough House)









An interior from a Maramures house







Old crosses and ancient superstitions











The tallest building made from wood in Europe.A beautiful authentic Maramures church:











A peaceful zone hidden between the Carpathian Mountains, away from the noise of the cities.

Image with bean flowers from a side of a road.











Sunset in Maramures.

You don`t need photoshp here, isn`t it?

Lovecraft quotes
02:20 Nov 23 2008
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Just before dawn Arcturus winks ruddily from above the cemetery on the low hillock, and Coma Berenices shimmers weirdly afar off in the mysterious east; but still the Pole Star leers down from the same place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep.



H.P. Lovecraft



"Polaris"





Kuranes was not modern, and did not think like others who wrote. Whilst they strove to strip from life its embroidered robes of myth, and to shew in naked ugliness the foul thing that is reality, Kuranes sought for beauty alone.



H.P. Lovecraft



"Celephaïs"





But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.



H.P. Lovecraft



"Celephaïs"











We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.



H.P. Lovecraft



"From Beyond"

Sapanta Merry Cemetary - an odd burial custom from Maramures - Romania
00:15 Nov 21 2008
Times Read: 2,367

The worldwide fame of Sapânta is due to the unique cemetery that has become an important tourist attraction. Some days the throngs of tourists that assault the cemetery with their cameras ready make one wonder if it really is possible to rest in peace here!

The original character of the cemetery is first of all suggested by its name: Cimitirul Vesel that means The Merry Cemetery. This paradoxical name is due to the vivid colours of the crosses and the amusing or satirical epitaphs carved on them. It is said that this joyful attitude towards death is a legacy of the Dacians who believed in the immortality of the soul and that death was only a passage to a better life. They did not see death as a tragic end, but as a chance to meet with the supreme god, Zalmoxis.



The cemetery dates back to the mid-1930’s and is the creation of the local folk artist Stan Ioan Patras, sculptor, painter and poet rolled in one. Patras used all his skills to create this masterpiece. For half a century the master created hundreds of wooden crosses, carved in a distinctive style, so famous today. After his death in 1977, his work has been carried out by his apprentice, Dumitru Pop Tincu.







The material used for the crosses is oak, which, after being properly cut and dried, is carved by hand. On the upper part of each cross is a bas-relief with a scene that describes the life of the deceased. The scenes are simple and naïve in style, but have an undeniable power: they bring back to life the inhabitants of the village and present their main occupation or a relevant aspect (either a virtue or a flaw) of their life. There are women spinning wool or weaving rugs, housewives baking bread, men cutting wood, farmers ploughing the land, shepherds tending their sheep, carpenters working the wood, musicians playing their instruments, butchers chopping lambs, teachers at their desks, alcoholics drinking, and so on.



After the carving is done, the cross is painted. The background colour is a distinctive vivid blue, called “Sapânta blue“. Then the scene and the geometrical and floral decorations of the borders are painted with vibrant colours, yellow, red, white and green.





No cross is complete without a short poem, a few simple rhymes (between 7 and 17), carved under the image. The epitaphs are written in the local dialect. Sincere, spontaneous and written in the first person, they are messages from the dead persons to the living world. The style is usually lyrical, but ironic or satirical rhymes are also frequent. Each poem contains the name of the deceased and presents briefly an essential aspect of his/her life, personality or habits; they can even talk about things that happened after the death of the person, at the burial for example, or describe how death occurred. Bad habits are humorously presented, but with a deeply moralizing intent.







One famous epitaph is:



Underneath this heavy cross

Lies my mother-in-law poor

Had she lived three days more

I would be here and she would read

You that are passing by

Try not to wake her up

For if she comes back home

She’ll bite my head off

But I will act in the way

That she will not return

Stay here my dear

Mother-in-law.

Sapanta - Merry Cemetery

The grave marker of Stan Ioan Patras, the creator of the Merry Cemetery.



Other poems:



The grave marker of Stan Ioan Patras, the creator of the Merry Cemetery:



Ever since a little boy

I was called Stan Ion Patras

Please listen to me good folks

What I say are not lies

All the days that I lived

I never wished ill for anyone

But all the good that I could

To whoever asked for it

Oh this poor world of mine

So hard was my life in it.



Here I rest

And Gheorghe Pop is my name

Like a handsome mountain fir

I was in my parents’ yard

Young and kind-hearted

There were not many like me in the village

When I finished the army

I bought myself a car

And the whole country I toured

Many friends I found

Many friends that were kind

The way I liked

When I was to live my youth

In the earth I rot.



With these images and the short poems, Stan Ioan Patras and Dumitru Pop Tincu have managed to recreate the entire village at the cemetery and give the people a second life beyond the grave. The more than 800 painted crosses constitute a vast archive that preserves, carved in wood, the stories of the people of Sapanta.

Things to see in Bucharest
23:38 Nov 18 2008
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I don`t know your tastes, but I would recommand you some of the most interesting places there from my point of view:



1.The National Museum Of History

(you can find out about an ancient civilisation The Dacians - a tribe of Tracic origins, our ancestors.You have a replica of the column and some exquisite pieces of gold helmets in the Trasury. They were the only civilisation in Europe besides Romans and Greeks that had stone citadels and their proper way to rise them.They were conquered by the Romans in 106AD and that`s the way Romanians formed: Dacians+Latins)



http://www.mnir.ro/ro/Default.aspx



2.The Old Voivodal Court - in the middle of Bucharest, near Unirii Plaza, rised by Vlad Tepes himself.The only thing that was preserved was the underground dating from that period.If the diggings are still there, you can see under the broken streets the bricks Vlad used to build a great citadel, when Bucharest was just a small city.



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curtea_Veche



3.The National Museum of Arts:

Grigorescu, Brancusi, Rembrant, Rubens, many more



http://www.mnar.arts.ro/



4.The Village Museum:

genuine Romanian traditions and folklore we inherited from the Dacians and romans, lovely houses from all over Romania.I guess you`ll be impressesd.I know Germans have a good taste for the genuine folklore, as I do much appreciate the German Romanticism.



http://www.ici.ro/romania/en/cultura/mz_satului.html



Clubs and fun:



1.Revenge Club - near to the Voivodal Old Court of Vlad and Cretulescu Church.

You can headbang and drink a fine absynth underground in a small metalheads club burried under the walls from Vlad`s time.



http://www.sapteseri.ro/ro/detalii-loc/revenge/bucuresti/



2.Dracula Club - a must see if you`re into vampirism and stuff.Many different chambers and a nice chilling atmosphere where you can drink genuine Tuica and serve Romanian food.



http://www.count-dracula.ro/





There are many more but I`ll resume at these ones for now.

If you`re in Bucharest, have fun and tell me how it was.

journal? nuitnal?
23:26 Nov 12 2008
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Some of my friends make different journal sections for throwing the garbage of their life and displaying the jewels.I stuck all the things here, in the same cauldron.

In a a mix of angels dancing and decay.

The rebuts of the every day hits in my guts, buried in the pile of dreams.I hope.

Not dead dreams, not dreams that I forget the next day, but dreams I`d love to love them incessant... just like love should be...

living dreams

creations or dreams of other people who believed in them...



and then I remember the amused air I`ll have tomorrow when I`ll look at this words, during daylight...



dead dreams huh?



journal?

nuit-nal?

shallow steams and the light
22:39 Nov 12 2008
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DEAD!

Dead...

yes, I am!



You look at this words and you imagine me trying to fight that fog on this frozen night.That fog so thick that I could cut with a knife... so thick that I can`t see my own feet touching the asphalt on this long and straight road.I`m walking home, and thinking at my love...

and how she would feel so far away from her home next year when she will walk this road with me... So far away of everything she knows, so far away of everything I know... so far that I only can touch but with my thought.... no not even with my thought, but only with my memory...

she would feel just like me in another shell... and she will think that she lives another life and she will know everything in her life has been a statue of steam surrounding you... just like this moment... and she will walk by my side... and she will remember that I already told her this story.. she will know that I wrote somewhere about this yellow light suspended in the dark hundreds of meters away... so different then the regular lights on the side of this road...

and she will realize how great is this little power

of living for that light that guides you... from your past... going into future... and in fact being a dead thing.A dead thing that lives only through his future.... through their brains who will read this.No, not you.

No, I`m not talking about your living eyes.

No, not you.

But someone really dead.Someone that`s just like you.

A vampire that lives only through his future sentiments,

walking slowly home



back





to his light

me?
01:51 Nov 10 2008
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That`s a cute drawing I have obtained using a nice program.

Plane crash leaves Mexico interior secretary dead
11:54 Nov 05 2008
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By MARK STEVENSON

Associated Press Writer



"MEXICO CITY (AP) - One of Mexico's top pointmen in the war against drug trafficking died when a government jet crashed into a Mexico City street, setting fire to dozens of vehicles and dealing crusading President Felipe Calderon a serious blow.



Officials said the Tuesday crash appeared to be an accident but the loss of Interior Secretary Juan Camilo Mourino, former anti-drug prosecutor Jose Luis Santiago Vasconcelos and six others thinned the ranks of Mexico's already embattled leadership.



U.S. Ambassador Antonio Garza praised the two officials and suggested them as models for the fight against organized crime.



"Their dedication and commitment to accomplishing their work, especially that which strengthened our bilateral fight against those who attack the security of our two countries, certainly will be a model for all of us in a common effort that will continue to strengthen," Garza said in a statement.



Mourino, 37, was one of President Felipe Calderon's closest advisers but has been embroiled in scandal since taking office in the midst of Mexico's violent fight against drug cartels. He was in charge of the country's security.



"With his death, Mexico has lost a great Mexican, intelligent, loyal and committed to his ideals and his country," Calderon told a news conference. "I ask all Mexicans that they don't allow any event, no matter how difficult or painful, to weaken them in the pursuit of a better Mexico."



Calderon has sent tens of thousands of federal police and army troops throughout Mexico to fight drug cartels that are fighting increasingly bloody turf battles and killing police officials.



Presidential spokesman Max Cortazar said Mourino and a group of advisers had attended the launching of a program to welcome returning migrants in the city of San Luis Potosi on Tuesday, and were headed back to Mexico City's international airport when the plane went down.



Officials said no distress call had been received and the crash appeared to be an accident, but Calderon said his administration "will carry out all the necessary investigations to find out the causes of this tragedy."



U.S. experts from the Federal Aviation Administration and the National Transportation Safety Board will arrive on Wednesday to assist in the investigation, officials said.



Mexico's fleet of government aircraft have suffered accidents in the past and the country has long said it needs new helicopters and planes to fight drug cartels. Mexico is slated to receive more helicopters and planes as part of a $400 million U.S. aid package known as the Merida Initiative approved in June, but which has not been yet released.



In 2005, a helicopter crash blamed on poor weather conditions killed Mexico's top police official, public safety secretary Ramon Martin Huerta, the head of federal police and seven other people.



The Learjet carrying Mourino crashed on a street in the posh Lomas de Chapultepec neighborhood, an area filled with tall office buildings. Officials evacuated about 1,800 people from area offices.



Mayor Marcelo Ebrard said all those aboard the plane were killed and that more people may have died on the ground. "It's likely that we will find other bodies in the vehicles," Ebrard told the Televisa news network.



Hundreds of police, firefighters and soldiers swarmed the scene, which was littered with the burned-out hulks of vehicles and pieces of what appeared to be bodies.



Eight bodies were recovered and at least 40 people were injured, seven of them seriously. The jet seats eight and Calderon listed eight people _ including assistants and spokespeople for Mourino _ but it was unclear whether all the bodies recovered were from the plane. The bodies were too badly burned to be immediately identified."

Faust - Murnau - 1922
01:06 Nov 04 2008
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What a combo!
12:51 Nov 03 2008
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Lost In The Night
02:13 Nov 03 2008
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Lost in the night, somewhere, there is

by Lucian Blaga



Lost in the night, somewhere, there is

all that once was and no more is,

what got lost, what was uprooted,

from living time to time that’s muted.

In Hades is -- all that has passed.

From Acheron, the river vast,

all memories to us return.

In Hades is -- all that has passed

the springtimes, and the loves we yearn.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



În noapte undeva mai e

de Lucian Blaga



În noapte undeva mai e

tot ce-a fost şi nu mai e,

ce s-a mutat, ce s-a pierdut

din timpul viu în timpul mut.

În Hades e - tot ce-a trecut.

Din aheronticul ţinut

vin toate amintirile.

În Hades e - tot ce-a trecut

prierii şi iubirile.

Happy Hell-o-ween, my friends!
18:32 Nov 01 2008
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