- published: 18 Jul 2013
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The Bucegi Mountains (Romanian: Munții Bucegi [ˈmunt͡sij buˈt͡ʃed͡ʒʲ]; Hungarian: Bucsecs-hegység) are located in central Romania, south of the city Brașov. They are part of the Southern Carpathians group of the Carpathian Mountains.
To the east, the Bucegi Mountains have a very steep slope towards the popular tourist destination Prahova Valley (a.o. Bușteni and Sinaia). At a higher elevation is the Bucegi Plateau, where wind and rain have turned the rocks into spectacular figures such as the Sphinx and Babele.
The Bucegi is believed to be the Dacian holy mountain Kogainon, on which the God Zalmoxis resided in a cave.
The exact origin of the name "Bucegi" is disputed by philologists. "Buceag" or "bugeac" seems to be the source of the name, a word designating in the language of mountain people both the moss in the forest and the wilderness or the junipers. Archaic version of the name "Bucegi" is "Buceci", name still used today by elders in the mountains, and about which linguists say it's derived from "huceag", "buceag" or "bugeac".
Under the hood, the coldwater pump
lets the Monkey angels get us sick,
our flying flees and millipedes
Read our white count
and screen for the bug
The old fashioned physician treated bumps and bruises
Not hungry with tube feeding,
but the new slumber party
Cancer can't keep its solids down
We watch saints of popularity, rail thin snack on their Hollow legs.
The hairless pairs of replicas dance and gossip,
While at their feet are fighting fish,
the upper half is pressing
Flesh-some compaign of the neurotic black heart,
a vomit Competition.
The autograph is a lap dance from the grammaphone No one will touch
Their priorities bruised, and without memory
they had to start turning away the ghosts
Of ignored parents like the old men who work the vending machines
Who've only asked to use the toilet
Plastic dresses ath the biotech frontier tonight,
the pigeons are Continuous, their feathers burn toxic.
The medicine animal is A misfit to the drum,
desperate to duplicate the whimper like a snapshot.
Genetic jennies sip white zin and choose wallpaper
For the first boy crossbred with a sneaker's new nursery,
to sit Amidst change, a speak 'n' spell in his heart,
soon pacemakers Will be able to run for president,
or any creature with the proper papers,
until Detroit machinists, our laureates of the chariot...
Jesus Chrysler, cut me a break,
lay off the feelings and the spiders in the sink
and leave a depression in the wild,
a missing man without A car alarm