Livia Ungureanu, “Virtual Miracle” (2011)
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Posted on Monday January 9th
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About me
"Whereas in the darkness of the slumbering consciousness, in the silence that is created by the numbness of all the faculties of undersanding, we turn an ear to this music which had not put an end to itself but must be the calm of the closed consciousness, whereas we doze, back supported by the corner of the train door, to listen, our twilit consciousness bent over it like over a shellfish our ear, our ear voluptuously squashed in that moment against the hard and shifting upholstery of the train is struck dully by the forte and intermittent tempo of the dull cadence of the train."
