Thursday 5 March 2009

if white-fingered




Cu degete albe dacă bat în fereastră

Voi credeţi că ninge şi nu m-ascultaţi

Mircea Dinescu



If white-fingered I tap the window
You will think me the snow and won't listen

trans. James Owens





























10 comments:

  1. Comme une illustration en fusain s'élaborent des visions du monde, j'aime on peut vivre longtemps.

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  2. Siam, quand j'etais plus petite, j'aimais avant tout dessiner "en fusain"... j'adore l'elegance et la simplicite des traces noires, qui ressemblent tantot aux brumes indecises, tantot a la nuit la plus noire.

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  3. uite ce minunatii, e scoala serioasa de fotografie la Craiova...

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  4. you have surprised me by posting my "poem" on your blog. but i am pleased anyway. thanks. it gives a few friends of mine something to laugh at when my lines get called poems. some of them, you see, are really poets. but i try to imitate.that blog of mine exists sometimes for sport. and for indefinite things called poems.

    anyway, thanks again.

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  5. Simona, hehe, nu prea am legatura eu cu vreo scoala, sunt mai mult asa, un lup singuratic (sa zic 'lupoaica' nu prea merge? :-) ceea ce nu inseamna ca nu e scoala serioasa de fotografie la Craiova :-)
    multumesc de vizita.

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  6. Kubla, I understand what you say, I don't take my pictures seriously either, in the sense that I don't consider myself to be a photographer. I am surprised (and happy!) that (some) people seem to like them.

    no need to thank, it was entirely my pleasure to surround my pictures with your words, or, should I say, emotions.

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  7. Your are excellent in capturing and interpreting the visual components. And you are very good at communicating your ability to the world with the photos. So by definition, you are a photo Artist, so called. :p

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  8. 'so called' is a very good way to put it, indeed, Peter :-) don't tease me :-)

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  9. these i love so

    they are tools of breath
    and yet, they take
    take away my breath.

    so nice.

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  10. mansuetude, I just knew you would love them. there is silence in them, I only try to listen to it.

    (I'm so happy to hear from you, I have to say this again :-)

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