Acum cateva zile m-a lovit: Cum ar fi sa citeste “Jurnal de scriitor” fara sa citesti nimic altceva de Dostoyevsky? Asa ca a trebuit sa vin la BCU sa citesc ceva de Borges dupa ce acum o saptamana am citit Dialoguri cu Sabato si Borges. M-as fi simtit superficial in continuare daca nu as fi citit macar Cartea de Nisip. Apropo de BCU, azi a fost ultima oara cand am avut un pretext adevarat de a merge acolo: un ultim examen. De 4 ani am mers in fiecare sesiune sub pretextul asta: de a invata pentru examene. A fost motivul principal doar in primul an, anul doi de facultate. Dupa aceea pretextul a ramas dar motivul era altul. Am mers ca sa descopar autori necunoscuti, ca sa citesc fragmente de Martin Page, ca sa revad fete dragi mie, ca sa aberez cu stil pe blog, ca sa… Gata! Azi ar trebui sa fie ultima zi in care am mers sa invat desi ceva imi spune ca o sa mai ajung in sala 7 ca sa-mi fac “proiectul de diploma”.

Intre timp am terminat cu examenele asa ca e explicabil sa ma apuce un fel de nostalgie si sa recitesc posturi scrise acolo. Mai jos gasiti linkuri la cateva posturi scrise de-a lungul anilor la BCU.

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  1. Cred ca a certain someone are mult, mult Borges, adus de la Ramnicu Valcea. Sau poate e doar o iluzie.
    Si, vis-a-vis de biblioteci, desi probabil stii deja:

    The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite and perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries, with vast air shafts between, surrounded by very low railings. From any of the hexagons one can see, interminably, the upper and lower floors. The distribution of the galleries is invariable. Twenty shelves, five long shelves per side, cover all the sides except two; their height, which is the distance from floor to ceiling, scarcely exceeds that of a normal bookcase. One of the free sides leads to a narrow hallway which opens onto another gallery, identical to the first and to all the rest. To the left and right of the hallway there are two very small closets. In the first, one may sleep standing up; in the other, satisfy one’s fecal necessities. Also through here passes a spiral stairway, which sinks abysmally and soars upwards to remote distances. In the hallway there is a mirror which faithfully duplicates all appearances. Men usually infer from this mirror that the Library is not infinite (if it were, why this illusory duplication?); I prefer to dream that its polished surfaces represent and promise the infinite … Light is provided by some spherical fruit which bear the name of lamps. There are two, transversally placed, in each hexagon. The light they emit is insufficient, incessant.”, de aici

  2. Hmm…ciudat. La mine mere, dom’le. Poate te saboteaza, stii…you have to pass a test of patience to be able to read my crap. 🙂

  3. Da, deci in mod clar te saboteaza. The photo stuff e in majoritate pe meow, cred. De aseara incepand. Goood, I need a kick in the behind.

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