tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post6775770123880999899..comments2023-04-01T14:05:22.574+03:00Comments on private dreams upon reflection: Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the gardenCristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-75805813071495222522010-10-08T00:23:50.791+03:002010-10-08T00:23:50.791+03:00Anonymous,
The pleasure was all mine, I assure yo...Anonymous, <br />The pleasure was all mine, I assure you. I love questions, detours, explanations, surprises and your presence here, on this blog. ;)Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-45773859600914026692010-10-08T00:08:41.209+03:002010-10-08T00:08:41.209+03:00oh, draga mea cerasela, cum ma cuceresc imaginile ...oh, draga mea cerasela, cum ma cuceresc imaginile acestea ale tale, ca secventele de film, ce cuprind in ele esenta. doar daca si imaginile mele s-ar ridica la delicatetea alor tale, atunci ar fi un dans ca nicicare altul.Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-22872676970115680632010-10-07T22:27:53.506+03:002010-10-07T22:27:53.506+03:00...and then suddenly fell into place.
Sorry:-)...and then suddenly fell into place.<br />Sorry:-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-40730336091896063542010-10-07T22:03:05.768+03:002010-10-07T22:03:05.768+03:00Cris,
Thank you for your beautiful answer and you...Cris,<br /> Thank you for your beautiful answer and your gracious post scriptum. I understand your point now and I'm happy I may have spotted some of your intentions. I think it's always fair to ask your way in a new 'text' as in a new town. I've never been ashamed of asking questions ... especially when I get such rewarding answers.<br />And I love detours...they can be so full of surprises :-) Like this post which seemed so difficult in the beginning and then it suddenly fell into place. <br />Thank you again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-1649063483170734452010-10-07T20:22:09.007+03:002010-10-07T20:22:09.007+03:00acesta imi apare a fi o secventa decupta,delicat,d...acesta imi apare a fi o secventa decupta,delicat,din caruselul acela care imi ameteste imaginatia in noptile grele ale insomniilor mele;si intotdeauna se invarteste prea repede,si dimineata pare o poveste pe care nu o pot prinde;si iata cum,acum,este aici,unul dintre acele locuri in care imi gasesc,in sfarsit,somnul ravnit.iti multumesc pentru ca imortalizezi visele meleceraselaminoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-53615065303619455952010-10-07T19:01:07.973+03:002010-10-07T19:01:07.973+03:00Hi, Anonymous,
I apologize for not replying at the...Hi, Anonymous,<br />I apologize for not replying at the time of your comment. Probably I took too much time for my smile and now, reading again your lines, I am a bit scared that my explanation won’t rise to your delicate and subtle interpretation of my post.<br /> <br />Your second interpretation is closer to my intention at the time of this post; it actually offers more than I can explain, although I shall try. <br /><br />This sombre image was for me the epitome of in-betweenness: the reflection of the ‘real’ world with ‘hooded cloaks or be-specter-ed tablecloths’ (as you playfully and superbly said) on the other ‘artificial’ world, the one of the painting or of the framed (sacred) image which is only slightly visible.<br /><br />The photo juxtaposes two images (in a Post-modernist style – why not?), in tension with each other, none of them clear, none of them whole, none of them plain, more of a ghostlike shapes and figures. They are equally important and equally distant, and equally fragile. While the photo plays with the erosion of sharp distinctions between the real and the not-so-real and ‘speaks’ of a fragmented world, in which the real and the artificial collide and their clash creates tension, the poem contrasts it and brings order where it lacked. Or, as you beautifully put it ‘It brings spirit there where there was emptiness before.’ Indeed, the emphasis was more on Eliot’s lines than on my photo. It was, so to speak, my need of finding equilibrium in my own distorted worlds. <br /><br />I hope you will come again.<br />C. <br /><br />P.S.: How could I bear a grudge against someone who so subtle deciphers my posts?Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-36781569044026353282010-10-06T17:46:05.994+03:002010-10-06T17:46:05.994+03:00Hi, Cris,
I hope you don't bear a grudge agai...Hi, Cris,<br /> I hope you don't bear a grudge against me.On second thought, perhaps the very essence of humanity is at stake in your post. The image tells of human disappearance, of empty spaces and loss (the reiterated flapping piece of cloth), while the poem speaks about spiritual revival and rejuvenation through faith. It brings spirit there where there was emptiness before. Perhaps the image only enhances by contrast the message of the poem as a sort of sophisticated litotes (!). Now I'm confusing myself...really.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-45489731380979042792010-10-04T21:30:16.559+03:002010-10-04T21:30:16.559+03:00not to confuse, my smile is not condescending at a...not to confuse, my smile is not condescending at all.<br /><br />I like the song, I've never heard it before though...Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-80403775718333101782010-10-04T21:15:23.806+03:002010-10-04T21:15:23.806+03:00Anonymous,
Now I smile a bit. This post confused ...Anonymous,<br /><br />Now I smile a bit. This post confused at least two people. <br />After I smile, for a while, I shall return and offer a proper reply.Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-71516393808459960012010-10-04T21:09:40.139+03:002010-10-04T21:09:40.139+03:00Cris, and speaking about raincoats, Tim Hanauer ha...Cris, and speaking about raincoats, Tim Hanauer has a beautiful song 'Yellow Raincoat'. Sorry, I couldn't refrain...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-14569285578954242212010-10-04T21:08:17.318+03:002010-10-04T21:08:17.318+03:00Cris,
I'm at a loss with this post. The image ...Cris,<br />I'm at a loss with this post. The image is so Po-Mo, full of juxtapositions, transparence-en-abymes, hooded cloaks or be-specter-ed tablecloths hanging looser than language - a glass-and-steel universe with leftovers of humans.<br />While the poem is so holy-esque in its modernist imagery, so full of desired redemption and casual formality, if I may say so, in style...that I would hardly match them. Though...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-68487936766157591002010-10-04T12:16:09.156+03:002010-10-04T12:16:09.156+03:00;-) TS Eliot is a marvel.
Nu il mai citisem din f...;-) TS Eliot is a marvel. <br />Nu il mai citisem din facultate, ii uitasem versurile, starile.<br />I was also still, silent for a whole afternoon, reading and re-reading his perfect lines.Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03712519723409889530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5447307902471174467.post-79670980102964910502010-10-03T17:00:06.677+03:002010-10-03T17:00:06.677+03:00ce frumos! m-am pierdut acum - just sitting still,...ce frumos! m-am pierdut acum - just sitting still, for a while, just this...Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.com