e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
translated by Stella Davis & Mădălina Moţ [MTTLC student] Surrogate of the rain no one is interested in politics anymore the poem about it burnt in ‘89 so no, another theme everybody writes about them, about love stories and affections, dreaming and afterwards crying and cursing and almost everyone gives up
translated from Romanian by Nigel Walker & Loredana Matei [MTTLC student] #super hero (…) no one knows that I am a super hero A few might suspect it, but they wouldn’t bet a cookie. I am a super hero and I light my joint As a super hero does, From a carbonized old trout, An […]
translated from Romanian by Margaret Wilmot & Mirona Palas [MTTLC student] 1. Ayla, Ayla! You smile and the earth shakes under me you listen to wings fluttering and my wings uncouple, dance – each free you speak and the air around you
translated by Chris Tanasescu & Martin Woodside the first. the second (“primul. al doilea” from weekend printre mutanţi, Pan, 1994) god doesn’t give you the first that you look for alone straying step by step from your fellow of flesh of blood of word—I look
uproar translated by Joan Michelson & Andreea Banciu [MTTLC student] I do not fear hell, but the purgatory I have survived – the deafening fires. I even had my faction. we called ourselves the bloody ones because the waking nights burst in our eyes and inside the umber iris.
translated by Nigel Walker & Alexandra Sârbu [MTTLC student] Surrogate of Indifference I’m painting some eyes on an evening dawn and I imagine that I dream in blue no pain tempts me other than the old ones that everybody forgot in me or whatever name may have the last mistake in which I believed
ayla [fragments] translated by A.C. Clarke & Monica Tone [MTTLC student] When I make love Ayla hides between fingers the shape of carnivorous plants she becomes
by Carmen Firan (USA) Translation from Romanian by Mirona Palas, MTTLC student Editing by Robert Fenhagen pentru versiunea română click aici Arriving in New York, Radu had intended to stay a few months, but now, the months had rolled by, and he was still staying with an old friend on Roosevelt Island. One of the […]
by Dumitru Radu Popa (USA) translated from Romanian by Olimpia Mihai pentru versiunea română click aici “We’re coming! We’re coming! Don’t worry!”, the Americans said on the radio at night. “We’re coming! We’re coming!”, grandpa heard up in the attic. I haven’t been through all that, even if I was already born; I was too […]
by Răzvan Petrescu [Romania] Translation from Romanian by Dorothy McCarthy and Iris Butnariu, MTTLC student pentru versiunea română click aici `Mr. Prosecutor, I am innocent!’ `Sure, they all say that…’ The magistrate sat clasped in his armchair, gnawing his nails, with a blank look on his face. The clerk’s quill was running across the […]