i had beautiful thoughts stacked in my mind;
i had photos i wanted to show the world stacked in my computer;
i even had a bad case of cold stacked in my lungs... but did all these wonderful things make me wanna create a blog? well some of them almost, but the thing that made me create it in the end was anger... anger stacked in my soul.
i didn't wanna give the name of the blithering idiot that made me write this, dragos bucurenci but this guy actually has a thing against Eminescu. I'm not sure why that is, but it's got to do with the fact that he was tortured by eminescu's poetry during highschool and probably got a 9.90 at literature. he can't understand how all his knowledge cannot comprehend the intricate emotions in eminescu's entire work. Well Dragos, "have i got news for you", to quote one of your favourite tv persons, you cannot even fully understand the life and lyrics of vali vijelie, and you dare to think that you fully understand eminescu? Can you imagine that after all of your studies on Eliade, there is a ten times bigger story behind eminescu. can you imagine in what you've got yourself into? can you imagine that therea re people who studied their entire life eminescu and still didn't get to the bottom of his story? can you imagine that there are people who know more than you about eminescu? can you answer any of these question or should cioroianu stand up for you?
and one more thing... eliade is not the most well known abroad... how about.. brancusi... and it's not even about the name.. it's about their work... so if u want to compare... compare one of his works to coanda's jet engine, or nadia's 10 or brancusi's coloana infinitului.. go on.. i'll let you pick whatever work you wish...