Cu ușile închise

 

INES: (se uita la el fară frică, dar cu o mare mirare): Ha! (Pauză.) Stai, am înțeles, știu de ce ne-au strîns laolaltă.

GARCIN: Ia seama la ce vei spune.

INES: O sa vedeți ce simplu e. Simplu ca bună ziua. Nu există tortură fizică, nu-i așa? Si totuși, sîntem în iad. Și nu urmează să mai vină nimeni. Nimeni. Vom rămîne împreună pînă la capat. Asa e? În fond mai lipsește totuși cineva: călaul.

GARCIN (cu glas scăzut): Știu prea bine.

INES: Ei bine, au realizat o economie de personal. Asta-i tot. Clienții fac serviciul ei însisi, ca în restaurantele cu autoservire.

ESTELLE: Ce vrei sa spui?

INES: Călaul este fiecare dintre noi pentru ceilalti doi.

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ESTELLE: Ah, da, pe dinăuntru… Tot ce se petrece în capete este atît de vag, mă adoarme. (Pauză.) în camera mea sînt șase oglinzi mari. Le văd. Le văd. Dar ele nu mă vad pe mine. Se oglindesc în ele divanul, covorul, fereastra… ce goală e o oglindă în care nu sînt eu. Cînd stăteam de vorbă cu cineva, mă aranjam totdeauna să stau în asa fel ca sa mă pot privi în oglindă. Vorbeam și mă vedeam vorbind. Mă vedeam cum mă vedeau oamenii, asta mă ținea trează. (Cu deznădejde.) Rujul meu! Sînt sigură că m-am mînjit. Oricum, nu pot sa stau fară oglindă o veșnicie.

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INES: Hai, hai, sînt o oglinda de prins ciocîrlii, te-am prins, ciocîrlia mea mica! Nu e nici o pată. Nici cea mai mică urmă. Vezi? Dacă oglinda se apuca să minta? Sau dacă aș închide ochii, dacă aș refuza să te privesc, ce-ai face cu toată frumusetea ta? Nu-ti fie frica, trebuie să te privesc, ochii mei vor rămîne larg deschiși. Și o sa fiu draguță cu tine, draguță de tot. Dar ai sa-mi spui: tu.

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INES: Am sa-ți spun mai tîrziu. Eu însă sînt rautacioasă, asta înseamnă ca am nevoie de suferința celorlalți ca sa exist. Ca o faclie. O făclie în inimi. Cînd sînt singură, mă sting. Timp de șase luni, am ars în inima ei, am facut-o scrum. Intr-o noapte s-a sculat, s-a dus sa deschida robinetele de gaz fara ca eu să banuiesc, și apoi s-a culcat la loc lîngă mine. Asta e.

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INES: Ah, să uiți. Ce copilarie! îți simt prezența pînă-n măduva oaselor. Tăcerea dumitale îmi tipă în urechi. Poți să-ți coși buzele, poți să-ti tai limba, parcă asta o sa te împiedice să mai exiști? Și-ți vei putea opri gîndurile? Le aud, fac tic-tac ca un deșteptător, și știu că și dumneata le auzi pe ale mele. Oricît te-ai înfunda într-un colț de canapea, ești peste tot. Sunetele îmi parvin mînjite, pentru ca le-ai auzit pe parcurs. Mi-ai furat pînă și fața: dumneata o cunoști, iar eu n-o mai cunosc. Și ea? Ea? Mi-ai furat-o dumneata: daca eram sin­gure, crezi c-ar îndrăzni sa se poarte cu mine asa cum se poartă? Nu, nu: ia-ți mîinile de pe față, n-am să te las asa, nu, n-am sa te las în pace: ar fi prea comod. Ai sta acolo insensibil, cufundat în dumneata însuti ca un Buda, iar eu aș simți chiar și cu ochii închiși că ea îti dedică toate micile zgomote ale vieții ei, pînă și foșnetul rochiei, si că-ți trimite zîmbete pe care nu le vezi… Nu așa! Vreau să-mi aleg infer­nul; vreau să vă privesc cu ochii deschiși și să lupt cu fața descoperită.

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„GARCIN: Bronzul… (îl mîngîie.) Iata, a venit momentul. Bronzul e aici, îl contemplu si înteleg ca sînt în infern. Va spun ca totul a fost prevazut. Au prevazut c-o sa stau în fata acestui camin, apasîndu-mi mîna pe acest bronz si toate privirile astea pe mine. Toate privirile astea care rod… (Se întoarce brusc.) Cum! sînteti numai doua? Va cre­deam mult mai numeroase. (Rîde.) Va sa zica asta e infer­nul. N-as fi crezut niciodata… Va aduceti aminte: pucioasa, rugul, smoala… Ah, ce mai gluma. Nu-i nevoie de flacari si de smoala, infernul sînt ceilalti oameni.”

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Fragmente din piesa de teatru Cu ușile închise, de J.P. Sartre

 

 

 

 

Anunțuri

Lanark

„…Thank you, I don’t smoke,” said Lanark, cooling a little. A while later Lanark said, „Would you tell me exactly what the creature is?” „A conspiracy which owns and manipulates everything for profit.” „Are you talking about the wealthy?” „Yes, but not the wealthy in coins and banknotes–that sort of wealth is only coloured beads to keep the makers servile. The owners and manipulators have smarter ways of banking energy. They pay themselves with time: time to think and plan, time to examine necessity from a distance.” An old man leaning on a stick and a dark young man with a turban entered and stood talking quietly by the pillar. Grant’s loud voice had been even and passionless, but suddenly he said, „What I hate most is their conceit. Their institute breaks whole populations into winners and losers and calls itself culture. Their council destroys every way of life which doesn’t bring them a profit and calls itself government. They pretend culture and government are supremely independent powers when they are nothing but gloves on the hands of Volstat and Quantum, Cortexin and Algolagnics. And they really think they are the foundation. They believe their greed holds up the continents. They don’t call it greed, of course, they call it profit, or (among themselves, where they don’t need to fool anyone) killings. They’re sure that only their profit allows people to make and eat things.” „Maybe that’s true.” „Yes, because they make it true. But it isn’t necessary. Old men remember when the makers unexpectedly produced enough for everyone. No crop failed, no mine was exhausted, no machinery broke down, but the creature dumped mountains of food in the ocean because the hungry couldn’t pay a profitable price for it, and the shoemaker’s children went shoeless because their father had made too many shoes. And the makers accepted this as though it was an earthquake! They refused to see they could make what they needed for each other and to hell with profit. They would have seen in the end, they would have had to see, if the council had not gone to war.” „How did that help?” „As the creature couldn’t stay rich by selling necessary things to the folk who made them it sold destructive things to the council. Then the war started and the destructive things were used to wreck the necessary things. The creature profited by replacing both.” „Who did the council fight?” „It split in two and fought itself.” „That’s suicide!” „No, ordinary behaviour. The efficient half eats the less efficient half and grows stronger. War is just a violent way of doing what half the people do calmly in peacetime: using the other half for food, heat, machinery and sexual pleasure. Man is the pie that bakes and eats himself, and the recipe is separation.” „I refuse to believe men kill each other just to make their enemies rich.” „How can men recognize their real enemies when their family, schools and work teach them to struggle with each other and to believe law and decency come from the teachers?” „My son won’t be taught that,” said Lanark firmly. „You have a son?” „Not yet.” The chapterhouse had filled with chattering groups and Ritchie-Smollet moved among them collecting signatures in a book. There were many young people in bright clothing, old eccentric men in tweeds and a large confusion of in-between people. Lanark decided that if this was the new government of Unthank he was not impressed. Their manners were shrill and vehement or languid and bored. Some had the mark of the council on their brow but nobody displayed the calm, well-contained strength of men like Monboddo, Ozenfant and Munro. Lanark said, „Could you tell me about this committee?” „I’m getting round to it. The war ended with the creature and its organs more dominant than ever. Naturally there was a lot of damage to repair, but that only took half our time and energy. If industry and government had been commanding us for the common good (as they pretend to do), the continents would have become gardens, gardens of space and light where everyone had time to care for their lovers, children and neighbours without crowding and tormenting them. But these vast bodies only cooperate to kill or crush. Once again the council began feeding the creature by splitting the world in two and preparing a war. But it ran into unexpected trouble–” „Stop! You’re simplifying,” said Lanark. „You talk as if all government was one thing, but there are many kinds of government, and some are crueller than others.” „Oh, yes,” said Grant, nodding. „An organization which encloses a globe must split into departments. But you’re a very ordinary victim of council advertising if you think the world is neatly split between good governments and bad.” „What was the council’s unexpected trouble?” „The creature supplied it with such vast new weapons that a few of them could poison the world. Most folk are dour and uncomplaining about their own deaths, but the death of their children depresses them. The council tried to pretend the new weapons weren’t weapons at all but homes where everyone could live safely, but for all that an air of protest spread even to the council corridors. Many who had never dreamed of governing themselves began complaining loudly. This committee is made of complainers.” „Has complaint done any good?” „Some, perhaps. The creature still puts time and energy into vast weapons and sells them to the council, but recent wars have been fought with smaller weapons and kept to the less industrial continents. Meanwhile the creature has invented peaceful ways of taking our time and energy. It employs us to make essential things badly, so they decay fast and have to be replaced. It bribes the council to destroy cheap things which don’t bring it a profit and replaces them with new expensive things which do. It pays us to make useless things and employs scientists, doctors and artists to persuade us that these are essential…”

Alasdair Gray – Lanark. A Life in Four Books

Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.

Man is a genius when he is dreaming.

Akira Kurosawa

Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.

Joseph Campbell

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Terry Pratchett

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.

Paul Valery

Exista vise simbolice, vise care simbolizeaza realitatea. Sau exista realitati simbolice, realitati care simbolizeaza vise.

Haruki Murakami

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

The most important thing we learn at school is the fact that the most important things can’t be learned at school.

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

I’m not so weird to me.

Haruki Murakami

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

Friedrich Nietzsche

We do not belong to those who only get their thought from books, or at the prompting of books, – it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful.

Friedrich Nietzsche

I have 
 seen the 
 future and
  it doesn't work.
                                   -- Robert Fulford








 

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell

“SOCRATES: Behold! human beings living in a underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets… men [pass] along the wall carrying all sorts of vessels, and statues and figures of animals made of wood and stone and various materials, which appear over the wall? Some of them are talking, others silent.

GLAUCON: You have shown me a strange image, and they are strange prisoners.

SOCRATES: Like ourselves…”

–Plato, The Republic, Book VII (Asta se potrivește și cu filmul ăsta)

Not all those who wander are lost*

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

– Stephen King

 

I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn’t learn something from him.

– Galileo

 

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. „Which road do I take?” she asked. „Where do you want to go?” was his response. „I don’t know,” Alice answered. „Then,” said the cat, „it doesn’t matter.”

– Lewis Carroll

 

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

– Bob Dylan

 

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

– Kahlil Gibran

 

Irreverence is the champion of liberty and its only sure defense.

– Mark Twain

 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

– Sylvia Plath

 

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

– Virginia Woolf

 

The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.

– Bertrand Russell

 

Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth.

– Albert Einstein

 

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

– Albert Camus

 

The better the state is established, the fainter is humanity.

– Nietzsche

 

Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance’ Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world, That ain’t been there before.

– Shel Silverstein

 

What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?

– Henry David Thoreau

 

The only paradise is paradise lost.

– Marcel Proust

 

You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.

– Plato

 

Let us make one point, that we meet each other with a smile, when it is difficult to smile. Smile at each other, make time for each other in your family.

– Mother Teresa

 

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

– Kafka

 

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on.

– William Burroughs

 

Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.

– Aldous Huxley

 

Religious people tend to have a god shaped hole in their hearts.

– Salman Rushdie

 

As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.

– Federico Garcia Lorca

 

People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

– Marcel Proust

 

We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.

– Carl Jung

 

You have to strive every minute to get rid of the life that you have planned in order to have the life that’s waiting to be yours. Move, move, move….

– Joseph Campbell

 

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

– Nietzsche

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

– Charles Bukowski

 

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

– Edgar Allan Poe

 

…to be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodnes disease. -notes from the underground

– Dostoevsky

 

*- J. R. R. Tolkien

 

Un alt dans

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«  Nu stiam nici macar de unde sa apuc lucrurile. Ajuns la templul Meiji, m-am asezat pe iarba si am privit cerul. Am incercat sa incep cu prostitutia. Serviciu international de curierat. Dai comanda in Tokyo si te culci cu o femeie in Honolulu. Foarte sistematic, iscusit, sofisticat. Nimic murdar. Profesionalism. Dincolo de un anumit punct, nici cele mai indecente lucruri nu mai sunt  judecate in termeni de bine si de rau, pentru ca acolo iau nastere iluzii independente, particulare, care, o data aparute, functioneaza ca un produs obisnuit. Capitalismul scoate din orice un produs comercial.  « Iluzia « este termenul cheie. Chiar si prostitutia, traficul cu carne vie, discriminarea sociala, atacul la persoana sau perversiunea, daca sunt oferite intr-un ambalaj frumos si cu un nume atragator, se  transforma in niste produse splendide. Probabil ca in curand o sa gasim cataloage cu dame de companie la centrul comercial Seibu. You can rely on us. »

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« Ar fi interesant sa vezi un actor serios ca mine scotand la iveala partea comica din el. Incerci sa duci o viata dreapta intr-o lume stramba.Comicul consta chiar in acest stil de viata. »

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« Da. Si el se temea mereu ca o sa dispara ceva. Nu inteleg ingrijorarea asta. Orice lucru dispare, mai devreme sau mai tarziu. Noi traim intr-o continua miscare. Toate lucrurile din jurul nostru se transforma o data cu noi si, cu timpul, dispar. E inevitabil. Orice lucru dispare atunci cand ii vine vremea sa dispara, dar nu inainte. De exemplu, tu o sa cresti. Peste doi ani n-o sa-ti mai vina rochia asta frumoasa .Talking Heads o sa ti se para prafuiti. N-o sa mai ai chef sa iesi cu mine la plimbare. E inevitabil. Trebuie sa te lasi in voia curentului. N-are sens sa te preocupe toate astea cand inca nu e timpul.

-Dar tu o sa-mi placi intotdeauna. Asta n-are legatura cu timpul.

-Ma bucur ca mi-o spui si sper sa fie asa, am zis eu. Dar, sincer sa fiu, tu inca nu stii prea multe despre timp. E mai bine sa nu decizi anumite lucruri de pe acum. Timpul e ca putregaiul. Poate sa atinga si sa schimbe lucruri la care nu te-ai fi asteptat vreodata. Nimeni n-are de unde sa stie ce-o sa se intample. »

(H. Murakami – Dans dans dans)

De la Ina

To be awake is to be alive*

First, I was dying to finish my high school and start college

And then I was dying to finish college and start working

Then I was dying to marry and have children

And then I was dying  for my children

to grow old enough

so I could go back to work

But then I was dying to retire

And now I’m dying…

And suddenly I realized

I forgot to live

To make money we lose our health, and then to restore our health we lose our money…

We live as if we are never going to die and we die as if we never lived…

(de aici)

(*Henry David Thoreau)