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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-12-11 | | I will make you a gift it’s a poor man’s gift – since it is a mere secret of mine that I’ve been working at all my life, and a strange man’s gift too since I want to pass it to you before it becomes an unbearable truth. it is actually about Katsushika’s swallow. something that was to be a landmark of my childhood a piece of golden silk, painted by Katsushika Taito in the forgotten year 1840; a woman stands on a punt, on the shore of an almost sand-barred lake, her dragons-amongst-clouds obi flutters as she turns around in awe to look back and there, almost entangled in the black kimono is a swallow in flight. this painting was set by I don’t know what irrational inspiration in my father’s workshop a place where I spent enough time to acquire the strong conviction (which was to be such a bother throughout the years) that, on the one hand, anything can be hand crafted should you have enough time and someone to hold the other end; and on the other, that women’s truly characteristic activity is looking back to see whether some swallow entangles in their clothes. later on I saw the Aberdeen Bestiary where a beautiful swallow illuminated in an olive green exergue (the distinctive fork tail presented with pious exaggeration) is accompanied by a warm description of her moral and intellectual qualities in twelfth century Latin; in Münster, during one of those absurd walks that led me to the huge Karstadt supermarket where I sought tranquillity in the artificial suffocating light I discovered they had a philately section full of birds people avoided it, perhaps afraid of the birds’ attitude towards their overburdened conscience; there was only one thing for me there, I saw an Egyptian swallow from 1994 on a branch glaring at a postal plane in the sky, maybe with the only purpose of showing off her red breast and white belly and the beak as a tiny stick glued (arguably with honey) to her rotund head - I kept looking sunk in thought, I knew it was the same swallow but I wisely kept this to myself; and then, a fresher in the Archaeological Register, I saw in Kent the Roman mosaics from the Lullingstone Villa - the woman who tried to impersonate Spring had a swallow on her shoulder, probably one from the imperial swallow family, who had just landed and was obviously planning on spending a couple of minutes in pointless and elegant tossing and turning - I had at once recognized Katsushika’s swallow maybe she recognized me in turn - oh yes, that’s the secret - that she is always in my life that this swallow is you.
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