e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
by Oliviu Crâznic A poem inspired by documented events of 1892`s Rhode Island I I hear the baby crying: there`s someone at the window; The moonlight fades to pale – she`s getting in, alas! This is indeed her home, but she’s not welcome here; My antidote to darkness: one bullett through the glass.
Antigone She sleeps the sleep of the content wrapped in a lover’s embrace
The Stray Dog’s Tail For a stray dog, the curvy tail is a dangling noose.
by Ana Bazac As we know, the historically determined society based on power relations – i.e. of domination-submission, first of all on economical level – has functioned only with all the types of constraints on the majority of population, the ruled. This means that rarity, the main ontological factor of the constitution of the human […]
by Oliviu Crâznic Last chapter of our future, the sun about to set, I carve your name in marble – so come to me, Odette!… A warning to the lover, the night we were to met: “One watchword is Forever!, the other one – Forget!”.
by Călin Torsan translated into English by Mihai Andrei Fulgescu He was a writer, but he had never made money out of it. Moreso, he hadn’t even been capable of winning a single literature contest. So after that 2-hour walk in the park with Alice, having endured the cold and rubbish spouted by her to […]
by Ana Bazac Introduction in the “Marx” paradigm “Marx” – like the Kantian Idea with regulatory function[1] – means here also Engels, as well as Lenin; and all the Marxist thinkers who, even developing rather fragments/aspects of the Marxist paradigm, have showed its integral constitution. “Marx” is not any leftist conception, neither called by the […]
Insomnia Saigon, shit: it’s Saigon, it’s jet lag, and I’m not a big Valium fan, or of counting sheep (or of reading Conrad),
Umbrella In the lips of thunder, we never feel full as rain slips from our mouths– the brick streets are slicked with histories we will not yet slip. Sediment lodged in the curb will displace in time. Our tongues slicken in the dry we create so we thirst for the wet we tried simply […]
This is not a method O blacklist of preeminence louder than life itself countdown sequence of aired mysterious booms natural coction the shadow of a shadow of an obtainable new order to bathe in the splendor of lathe and labyrinth as momentum grows that bold and legitimate certainty of endlessly repeating variations and recollections […]