the difference between a writer and a loser by Bogdan Dragos

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"Look," she said, "I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things I did for him mattered no more." "Oh, well," he said, "me, I'm not smart." "Nice try," she said. "but you already told me you're a writer. You write poems an' stuff." "That don't make one smart," he said. "Writers aren't scientists, you know? They're more like thugs, criminals. It's all about having a natural talent with lies, telling stories. I haven't even gone to college." "What?" she said, "Even I went to college." "Well," he said, "I didn't." "Hmm, say, you wouldn't just say that to get in my pants, would you? I feel…

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Muses aren’t only for Writing by Bogdan Dragos

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A spectacled man sitting at a typewriter and staring at a gray cloud above his head that is raining down letters
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“Muses,” he said, “aren’t only

for writing

and painting, and stuff

like that.

That’s just what the

world likes

to believe.

But me, I use my muse

as inspiration

for pranks. This is my art.”

A few days ago

he dressed in

ragged clothes

and got his face dirty with


and went around a

bus station

begging people for

spare change

He didn’t get any,

but that

wasn’t the point

The point was to be seen

by as many people

as possible

as he cried

and stated loudly that he’s

so hungry

he could eat anything

People did their best

to ignore him


they saw him walk by the

trashcan near the station

and reaching for

something inside

His hand came out

with a

used diaper. It looked full

and yes, he proceeded to

unwrap it and

lick and slurp its contents

as the…

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writer brain taking over by Bogdan Dragos

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A man's whole life revolves around his work that's what we've been raised to believe, haven't we? What right under the heavens have you, a man, to demand acceptance, love, gratification, without giving something in return? From the very days of creation you have been told: “By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.” Put in the work, man. Put in the work. There's no way around. There just isn't. The words were carved deep with a hunting knife on the top of his desk, and whenever he'd fling and hurl the papers and pens away he'd see and read them and then cover them back with papers and pens Being a writer is just as hard as any other job but you can make…

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It helps release stress hormones by Bogdan Dragos

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different creatures will have different ways to cope with grief and stress There was a movie once in which a group of explorers got captured and imprisoned by a tribe of cannibals who were taking them out of the cage, killing and eating them one by one. And there's this scene where one of the prisoners pulls his dick out and starts rubbing it vigorously as the others watch with unspeakable indignation The explanation was simple. It helps release stress hormones Well, if it worked in a situation like that, he thought, then surely it will work as he does it in his room He's not surrounded by cannibals about to kill and eat him No, on the other side of the door is just a crying mother holding an eviction note in her trembling hands, reading it aloud to him through sobs, begging him to understand that it is…

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BUTUNG IS LAYP | Coconut is Life

afternoon coffee with Bogdan
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Mandaue City

Taking a short break from doing translation work and now devouring Bogdan‘s 2020 poetry collection PourWhiskey Over My Heart And Set It On Firewhich carries with it the signature images that scandalizes, tears, and undo me every time. I love how Bogdan’s poetry disturbs the psyche and annihilates moral boundaries that sometimes Boccaccio’s The Decameron comes to mind and marries every heinous psychological thriller film there is. Great afternoon read!

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Poetry and Prose of Ken Hume

5. Where did you get the idea for your Daydreaming as a Profession blog site? Was it something you’ve always wanted to do? And how long has it been in existence?
Daydreaming is and was always my favorite activity. And the one I’m really good at (because it happens effortlessly). I’ve been doing it all my life, but never thought I could create something tangible from it.
Now pretty much every poem is the result of daydreaming.
Growing up, I’ve often been told that I daydream too much. The Romanian expressions for daydreaming sound something along the lines of, “to dream with one’s eyes open,” and my personal favorite, “to dream of green horses on the walls”.
Goodness, I can’t recall how many times I’ve heard that in my life. If someone could show me snapshots of my life, 85% of them would probably be of me holding a fixed…

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Poetry and Prose of Ken Hume

Welcome folks to the latest edition of my Brilliant Blogger Poet initiative which this week features what promises to be an intriguing and insightful interview with the daring & provocative Mr. Bogdan Dragos. He works in a casino by night dreaming of being a writer of renown, where I imagine he meets all sorts of interesting & strange people. Thank you Bogdan for agreeing to participate in this initiative.

1. First of all I’d like to ask you have you always been drawn to expressing yourself through the written word and telling stories?

Oh, absolutely not!
I hated reading and writing as a child and as a teenager. I hated school and everything that resembled or reminded me of it. One time I got into a fight with a friend at the end of summer vacation because he wouldn’t stop talking about how eager he was for school to begin…

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whatever you seek you will not find by Bogdan Dragos

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the more you struggle to attain happiness the heavier depression becomes but somewhere along the way you have to realize why you want to be happy What's the reason? If it's just because happiness feels good and the other thing doesn't then it's not enough the very search for happiness occurs because the mind thinks it's smarter than the heart. It thinks that it knows better what happiness is what a fool pathetic the mind doesn't know shit it's just a bully who coerces every other part of the being to agree with its twisted ideas And the heart, not being able to fight back because fighting involves hating an opponent, just surrenders, lets the mind have its way Do not seek to get rid of depression seek to be okay with having it Side with the heart, not with the mind The heart loves and accepts and you can't…

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Unele lucruri nu mai pot fi puse la loc


some things can never be put back together

Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart

No matter how much
willpower is involved

One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage

Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell

Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her

Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?


MasticadoresRumanía Editora: Manuela Timofte

de Bogdan Dragoș

unele lucruri nu mai pot
fi puse la loc, nu mai
pot fi 
reparate după ce au fost stricate

indiferent de câtă 
voință este implicată
în încercare.

Unul dintre aceste lucruri,
își dădu ea seama acum,
ar fi o căsnicie

precum cea de care fugea
zburând pe autostradă 
ca un liliac scăpat din iad

Și un alt asemenea lucru 
ar fi mâna ei dreaptă 
care zăcea retezată pe scaunul
din dreapta.

Desi nu era chiar așa de sigură
în privința mâinii.
Poate dac-o s-ajungă la timp
la spital...


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Fakespeare by Bogdan Dragos

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he sat on his knees

before the


by the window

and tapped swiftly

on the screen

of the cheap tablet he’d

bought second hand

It had only a few apps

and the one

he used was

the notes app

It’s hell having to tap

on a screen

to write

but the alternative was

scratching words with

a pen on


and those couldn’t be sent

anywhere these days

He had to get with

the times

At night he kept dreaming

of a device that

would turn one’s thoughts

into written words.

The future will

bring that for sure, but

for now he couldn’t even


a small laptop

It’s hell having the

words in

you, ready to blaze out,

and not being able to

offer them the means

Oh, he

was frustrated, alright

And behind him a

woman’s voice

kept asking ‘when’

“When what?”

he snapped…

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