Here is an idiotic animal
born without edible buttocks
and without any mouth-anal orifice
he urges us to think seriously
about the unclean, the improper,
the repressed which at any moment
can return and the idiot has reached
the age at which you end your days
out of tiredness, out of disinterest.
But... there is nothing to be done,
nothing to be done:
the animal has a cursed mission.
He was invented in fellatio
and his protector is Cain.
This drawing by Liviu Neagoe captures a vivid moment of predation and struggle, rendered with striking simplicity and symbolic tension.
The central focus is the gray bird of prey, its wings spread wide in a powerful diagonal sweep that dominates the composition. The bird’s motion conveys both grace and aggression, its open beak and sharp talons emphasizing the act of capture.
The green lizard-like creature clutched in its claws introduces a counterforce — its elongated body and angular limbs twist in resistance, creating a dynamic interplay between predator and prey.
The rocky cliff and nest below anchor the scene, suggesting a cycle of survival and continuity. The nest may symbolize protection or renewal, contrasting with the violence above.
The blue background evokes vastness and freedom, yet it also isolates the struggle, turning the sky into a stage for existential conflict.
The gray and green contrast sharply — the bird’s neutrality against the lizard’s vivid vitality — perhaps representing opposing principles: spirit versus instinct, intellect versus nature.
The orange-brown form in the upper left corner, ambiguous between rock and celestial body, adds a surreal dimension, hinting at cosmic observation or fate.
Neagoe’s work often explores themes of confrontation and transcendence, and this piece fits that pattern. The bird’s dominance may symbolize higher consciousness or divine will, while the lizard embodies primal life and resistance. Their encounter becomes a metaphor for transformation — the moment when one force consumes another to sustain existence.
From dawn till dusk I exhaust myself
with the desire to suck the dick.
Since I know myself, morbid fear
of people, of the pallor of their faces.
Now I know the reason for it: specifically
that, since I was still a child (a polymorphous
pervert) what they did, did not interest me.
The same thing today. I find no reality
in their deed and the fear of them makes
me absolutely incapable of collaborating
in all they do. I feel excluded from their
acts, I am a good-for-nothing. But when I
show them my tongue fluttering it in the air
like a snake they are moved like some matrons,
chiefly the old Jews, I fall on my knees
and they caress the crown of my head
and I suck their dick to exhaustion
and then I feel like a cogitator as cynical
as Diogenes -- What is the fellatio? A gratuitous
demi-act. In this world of cannibals wicked is
every man who does not suck. Everyone keeps
guard on everyone and I am preparing to become
the most terrible executioner. Judging by certain
signs that's what my father also wanted to be:
he had Gypsy habits.
Em. Cioran, "I am metaphysically Jew". "Job -- my protector" and Beelzebub makes me Rabbi. Let us drive all the schmutz of the Jews out of our memory. They hold me in their arms like a babe found and thrown into the weeds. Among the Jews, it's warm as in the mama's belly, as in the shit. In this world of freaks and boors it's not good for you to be Gipsy, however you have to be Jew.
