This is the world of a philosophy graduate, who happens to work with old paintings, who invents all sorts of memories and tries to overcome his limitations (as far as he’s aware of them) through writing.


Some facts…

  • I once saved my brother from drowning.
  • I have no sense of orientation.
  • Never seen one episode of Game of Thrones.
  • I have learned English mostly from watching TV.
  • I can’t skate or rollerblade.
  • There is no instrument I can play. But I can follow a rhythm.
  • I can’t dance.
  • Nothing can beat a gin tonic. Except for ouzo, sometimes. Depending on the weather.
  • I am happier in the summer months. I like the sun.
  • I missed my first university exam by one day (marked the wrong day in the calendar).
  • Going to dancing balls bores me to death.
  • I’m a rather good child entertainer.
  • As a kid, I used to collect stamps.
  • I rarely dream. I need to have slept enough in order to dream.
  • You can always tempt me with dark chocolate.
  • I like eating raw quince.
  • The first cigarettes I smoked were made of (dried) corn hair and newspaper paper - I was just a teenager in a village in Romania.
  • I used to get headaches most of my adult life (once a week, usually).
  • I like teasing people. Some can take it. Some not.
  • I try to cut down on things I own. Every couple of years I empty my shelves.
  • I once fell asleep while driving (I succumbed to Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue). It will never, ever happen again.
  • I had a Time subscription for almost 15 years.
  • I have never killed an animal (except for a handful of ducklings when I was a toddler).
  • I am a very bad swimmer. I can only keep afloat.
  • I like clear, open spaces. My ideal living room has two concrete walls and two walls made of glass. And almost no furniture.
  • I can’t stand a bit of noise. It’s either loud or quiet.
  • The most memorable nights out are those when I really did not feel like leaving the apartment.
  • I like the bread I make more than any other.
  • Put a bit of tahini on a fresh crust of bread and I’m in heaven.
  • I sleep on my back.
  • I don’t like shopping for clothes.
  • I can smell if a dish needs more condiments. Usually i cook without tasting.
  • I like coffee. Espresso. As well as cold brewed coffee and tonic water.
  • I often have difficulties finding shirts that have the right arm length.
  • Of all the places I jogged in until now, Speicherstadt in Hamburg was the nicest.
  • My jaw clicks and is slightly unhinged on the left side (thank you, brother!).
  • I used to smoke pipe as a student. The vanity!
  • Never wore glasses.
  • I learned Russian in school but forgot most of it.
  • I used to have shoulder-long hair.
  • And a goatee, too.
  • I sometimes “borrow” books from those lying around in hotel lobbies.

Why CENTO?

From Wordsmith:

CENTO

PRONUNCIATION: (SEN-to)

MEANING: noun: A literary work, especially a poem, composed of parts taken from works of other authors.

ETYMOLOGY: From Latin cento (patchwork). Earliest documented use: 1605

NOTES: Nobel-prize-winning poet T.S. Eliot’s observation is relevant to centos: “Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.”

Examples of centos:

The Oxford Cento by David Lehman
The Dong With the Luminous Nose by John Ashbery

USAGE: “Louis Zukofsky continued to write … a play, a novella, a book of criticism, a 500-page cento of philosophy in homage to Shakespeare …” Bob Perelman; Finding His Voice; Tikkun (Berkeley, California); May/Jun 2007.


So... let us write!