homo fantomas

It takes a split of a second to kill a person or more, whether you pull a trigger, cut a throat or blow up a building. Coincidentially, it also takes a split of a second to...shoot a photograph. You probably don't see it, but there is one more reason to consider photography the most dangerous art in the universe. When you shoot, in that split of a second, you kill, not a person, but time itself. The camera thus becomes an instrument of destruction, far more powerful than anything we've ever seen. On the other hand, any sane person will tell you that time doesn't exist. It's a pure fantasy of ours and if this is true, then the question is, what or who the photographer kills. If the camera renders us as ghosts stuck in a matrix and the photographer kills an illusion, then we can safely say the photographer is only beholder of the Image, static Nature in motion, for just a split of a second. He is Homo Fantomas!

h0stile

muie si sacaz///

de ce? pentru ca se poate///

De criza///

Cu ocazia "frigului" excesiv, revin la "faza zilei" (o secunda pozata dintre cele 86399 scurse inutil)

2/12/2008

Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici \\\///

VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Ve Shall Strike///

2/06/2008

in sictiro veritas///asa-i in tenis

Am fost zilele trecute la un interviu cu unul dintre dragii nostri Amputati, anume Corneliu Ciontu. Preafericitul presedinte al Clubului Amputatilor. Cauza nefericirii lui fiind ancestrala piatra de temelie a ceea ce va sa devina "New Mecca" crestina romanesca. Din pacate nu a ars la reintrarea in atmosfera de la ultimul ei salt din parcul Carol, izbindu-se fix in ograda casei popoului langa terenul de tenis al clubului in care domnia sa activeaza ca presedinte. Din aceasta cauza preafericitul prevede niste intrevederi cu preafericitul Daniel, in idea "mai incercam si noi odata?" so, rezulta teren de tenis VS catedrala neamului...
Nu incep sa sa mai intru in detalii gen, nu avem nevoie de o catedrala, un monument gigantic, inutil cu iz de grandomanie si comunism, ca de banii respectivi se pot ajuta x persoane cu diferite nevoi speciale si alte programe de ordin social... It's just me sau tot ce e in jurul meu tinde sa semene tot mai mult cu o pictura de Hieronymus Bosch? Doar ca piatra filozofala si procesele alchimice sunt inlocuite cu spaga si coruptie... Am ramas numb, singurele cuvinte care se ciocnesc de peretii mintii mele legat de ROMANICA sunt "de un absurd, penibil si halucinant"

Am icalecat pe un topor si am zburat in popor/// THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!