#bacovia

[misu-bacovias-version]

I just saw the wednesday actors reciting one of George Bacovia s poems. Of course it was in english,as god forbid we actually speak the language of the country we're filming in. And of course they americanised the pronounciation of the poet s name. At this point I am just waiting for the 8 year olds who think they re wednesday to pretend they know who Bacovia is. Yes ,I am petty. Hours of research and a ton of money spent on 2 first editions later,with judgement of society because of my love for this poet,it's half-assed and mainstream. I apologise for the rant.

[elizabethanism]

“the text in light of the living context”

Hadot on the obsession of modern historians with blunders and defects in ancient philosophical exposition:

“I came to observe that it was always necessary to explain the text in light of the living context in which it was born.”

“the sky of lead rules everlastingly”

Bacovia

“From Adam to Baudelaire or Dostoevsky, man did nothing but chronicle the consequences of the catastrophic.”

Cioran in Nature and Nihilism

[modalitate]

Nevroză (adaptare după G. Bacovia)

Afară ninge prăpădind Și sufletul mi-e chinuit, Orașul s-a întunecat, De parcă ninge-n cimitir.

Iubita cântă-un marș funebru, Iar eu nedumerit abia mai simt; În corp începe să se lase gerul. De astăzi noi nu o să mai fim.

Ea plânge si-a căzut pe clape, Si geme greu ca în delir... Cu degetele-i șterg ale ei pleoape, Iar eu abia de mai respir.

Și plâng și eu și tremurând Aș vrea să trec peste acest chin... Mi-aș dori s-audă "pe curând", Dar noi nu o să ne mai întâlnim.

[0hymn]

“Plumbul ars e galben.Sufletul ars e galben ...”

George Bacovia-interviu in revista "Viata literara"

[pisica404]

George Bacovia - Decembre

Nicu Alifantis interpretând Decembre.

[onlyasiluette]

~G. Bacovia~

[ange-revolutionnaire]

Was sleeping deep the tomb made out of lead,

And flowers made of lead and funeral array-

Was sitting in the crypt... and there was wind...

And squeaking were the crowns made out of lead.

~

Was sleeping turned my love made out of lead

On flowers made of lead, so I began to scream-

Was sitting by the corpse... and it was cold...

And hanging were her wings made out of lead.

- George Bacovia, "Lead"

[dark-cyberpunk]

It Feels Like Rain (Poem)

It Feels Like Rain (Poem)

It’s dark, it’s cold, it feels like rain.

I feel the mist, the death approaching…

Nevertheless the coffin brakes

And flies from underground are floating.

I’m dead.. you’re dead.

The souls are rotting.

Your chances minimizing faith,

Into abyssal bliss are dropping.

I’m dark. I’m human. I’m alive.

I was good once… now I am evil.

Awake, eternity I strive,

Embracing obscurity’s receival.

I say…

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