Tag : Mike Sager old

mesaj de la Mike Sager pt mine – happppppppppy

“Mike Sager: if you are friends with my man Radu you must be a writer… i am happy to meet you…”

am gasit asta de dimineata, pe pagina mea de facebook, si brusc am devenit cel mai happy om din lume.
multa vreme am dormit cu cartile lui Sager la cap; si-acum am foarte aproape de pat Wounded Warriors si mi se pare minunat ca mi-a acceptat add friends-ul la facebook, ba chiar mi-a si scris citeva cuvinte.
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in fiecare an de craciun, de citiva ani incoace, cind lumea vedea filme cu clopotei si reni, eu ma uitam la Veronica Guerin, film inspirat din viata unei jurnaliste irlandeze. anul asta, n-am mai vzt filmul, am citit articolul lui Sager care a stat la baza filmului. tocmai ce imi luasem din america cartea lui, “Scary Monsters and Super Freaks – stories of sex, drugs, rock’n’roll and murder”

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stiu ca pare o copilarie bucuria asta, dar asta e… cum stiu ca o sa am nevoie de multe ore ca sa-mi fac curaj sa-i raspund…

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zic sa faceti putin cunostinta cu mike sager, in caz ca nu-l stiati. cu un fragment dintr-un articol pe care eu il iubesc f f tare.

You live in your body everyday of your life. Things change slowly, inexorably, in increments too small to measure. You gain weight, you lose weight, your hair falls out. Your skin slackens, your voice thins, your bones become brittle, your ankles swell. Your prostate and a piece of your colon are removed. Your back bends with the weight of gravity and passing time. You wake up twice during the night to pee; once in a hile, you wet your pants. Crossing your legs has become a project that requires your hands; getting out of a chair has become a gymnastics routine; eating a bowl of soup has become a logistical feat. Whenever you go to the store, you can’ remember if you have coffee at home.
(…)

You ask people questions several times over. Sometimes, just as you‘re asking, you realize that you’ve already asked this same question, that you ‘ve already heard the answer. You go ahead and ask again anyway. It’s too embarrassing to do anything else.

(…)
All of this happens; everything changes. But the odd part is, you don’t really notice. You’re aware of it, sure, but somehow it doesn’t integrate. Deep down, to yourself, you are always just you, the same pair of eyes in the mirror, the same familiar voice inside your head still wondering, “when will I feel grown up?”

Mike Sager, Old pentru Esquire 1998

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batrinete

azi e ziua internationala a oamenilor in virsta.

de ce ar sarbatori cineva batrinetea?

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intr-o vreme, cind semnele de batrinete ale parintilor mei deveneau din ce in ce mai evidente, n-am mai vrut sa ma duc sa-i vad. mi-era groaza de momentul revederii (ii vedeam la citeva luni distanta) pentru ca erau evidente modificarile de pe trup, ridurile de pe fata, albitul parului.

acum un an am citit un text al lui Mike Sager cu titlul Old. o poveste despre batrinete, ilustrata prin viata unui batrin de 92 ani. textul, mega premiat, e incredibil de emotionant si de rafinat.

era un fragment acolo care m-a facut sa zimbesc si sa ma gindesc ca, oricit ar inainta in virsta oamenii, ei se simt pe dinauntru ca si cum ar astepta continuu sa se maturizeze; sunt vii, copilarosi, vioi. ei asa se stiu dintotdeauna si, cind nu se uita in oglinda, se minuneaza de ce cei din jur nu li se adreseaza ca unor copii mai maricei.
cu gindul asta mi-e mai usor sa accept ca parintii mei imbatrinesc

You live in your body everyday of your life. Things change slowly, inexorably, in increments too small to measure. You gain weight, you lose weight, your hair falls out. Your skin slackens, your voice thins, your bones become brittle, your ankles swell. Your prostate and a piece of your colon are removed. Your back bends with the weight of gravity and passing time. You wake up twice during the night to pee; once in a hile, you wet your pants. Crossing your legs has become a project that requires your hands; getting out of a chair has become a gymnastics routine; eating a bowl of soup has become a logistical feat. Whenever you go to the store, you can’ remember if you have coffee at home.
(…)

You ask people questions several times over. Sometimes, just as you‘re asking, you realize that you’ve already asked this same question, that you ‘ve already heard the answer. You go ahead and ask again anyway. It’s too embarrassing to do anything else.

(…)
All of this happens; everything changes. But the odd part is, you don’t really notice. You’re aware of it, sure, but somehow it doesn’t integrate. Deep down, to yourself, you are always just you, the same pair of eyes in the mirror, the same familiar voice inside your head still wondering, “when will I feel grown up?”

Mike Sager, Old pentru Esquire 1998

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ma gindeam ca azi e un bun prilej sa ne aducem aminte ca imbatrinim si noi. si sa spunem la multi ani “batrinilor” din viata noastra.

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Mike Sager – Old- … povestiri de Paste

Uneori Pastele imi miroase a batrinete, iar Craciunul a copilarie.

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You live in your body everyday of your life. Things change slowly, inexorably, in increments too small to measure. You gain weight, you lose weight, your hair falls out. Your skin slackens, your voice thins, your bones become brittle, your ankles swell. Your prostate and a piece of your colon are removed. Your back bends with the weight of gravity and passing time. You wake up twice during the night to pee; once in a hile, you wet your pants. Crossing your legs has become a project that requires your hands; getting out of a chair has become a gymnastics routine; eating a bowl of soup has become a logistical feat. Whenever you go to the store, you can’ remember if you have coffee at home.
(…)

You ask people questions several times over. Sometimes, just as you‘re asking, you realize that you’ve already asked this same question, that you ‘ve already heard the answer. You go ahead and ask again anyway. It’s too embarrassing to do anything else.

(…)
All of this happens; everything changes. But the odd part is, you don’t really notice. You’re aware of it, sure, but somehow it doesn’t integrate. Deep down, to yourself, you are always just you, the same pair of eyes in the mirror, the same familiar voice inside your head still wondering, “when will I feel grown up?”

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Cea mai frumoasa descriere a batrinetii. Un fragment din Old – profilul unui batrin de 92 de ani – scris de Mike Sager, pentru Esquire Sept 1998.

Articolul e in cartea Revenge of the Donut Boys: True Stories of Lust, Fame, Survival and Multiple Personality

Mi-am adus aminte de el vazind, pe strada, batrinii care pleaca la slujba de inviere.

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