Saturday, December 09, 2006

Casuta mea, cuibusor de nebuni



Portret de grup cu o familie de maimute locuitoare a cartierului Dame du Roi.
Casa nou termopanata din inima mahalalei. Zumzait de bormasina, carat de scanduri si rame, batai cu moloz,alte activitati proletare de maxima precizie si contributii intelectuale feroce, dans de societate si bune maniere.
Din acelasi ciclu "Imbogatirea vocabularului: brenner, spaclu, sapa[cu sh] autonivelanta, trafalet" si "Zugravit la -4 grade, o epopee" sau "Avem o casa, cum procedam".

Renovare, renovare, dulce renovare,
Arunca-ti molozul si ascunde-ti placerea,
Si mica burgheza o sa-si verse fierea!

Somnoroase bormasine, [plural poetic, iertare]
Se strecoara-n asternuturi
Daca vrei sa dormi la mine
Tot te vei trezi in suturi!

Sa curga poliuretanu',
Ca sa rasara termopanu'!

Si bobul [de neghina] din lan ne spune pe aceasta tema:
[Daca-l vreti si-n urechi l-am asezat aici: mat'raaaaa!mat'raaaa!.]

On The Road Again
by Bob Dylan

Well, I woke up in the morning
There's frogs inside my socks
Your mama, she's a-hidin'
Inside the icebox
Your daddy walks in wearin'
A Napoleon Bonaparte mask
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, do you have to ask?

Well, I go to pet your monkey
I get a face full of claws
I ask who's in the fireplace
And you tell me Santa Claus
The milkman comes in
He's wearing a derby hat
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you have to ask me that?

Well, I asked for something to eat
I'm hungry as a hog
So I get brown rice, seaweed
And a dirty hot dog
I've got a hole
Where my stomach disappeared
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I gotta think you're really weird.

Your grandpa's cane
It turns into a sword
Your grandma prays to pictures
That are pasted on a board
Everything inside my pockets
Your uncle steals
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, I can't believe that you're for real.

Well, there's fist fights in the kitchen
They're enough to make me cry
The mailman comes in
Even he's gotta take a side
Even the butler
He's got something to prove
Then you ask why I don't live here
Honey, how come you don't move?

[Poza facuta de un tip care se pliba cu comunitati de nomazi prin marea jungla americana! Mai multe aici: Nomadic Relish ]

2 comments:

Murphy said...

Familia ta e fulminanta, Maria. De cand te cunosc (si nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc la numarul de ani) ai tai sunt tot intr-o mutare/ schimbare/ achizitionare/ renovare. Eu zic sa te apuci de New Age si sa te faci Traveler.

merimeriquitecontrary said...

de ce crezi c-am pus linkul cu Nomadic Relish? m-am hotarat sa fug cu circul? (sau ma rog, cu femeile care nu se mai rad la subsuoara)... poate totusi mai bine invat sa cum e cu tamplaria pvc. you never know...