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Two Games At One Poker Table

by Oliviu Crâznic Like every Sunday evening, I exercise my talents, The girls are all around me, the ace is in my sleeve; Well, I was born to win, as scheming is my nature – And on this Sunday evening, I’m up to something big.

Mercy

by Ana Bazac If I would dedicate this note to the upcoming Christmas, it would be simple bumkum: “holidays are always the occasion to show our compassion for the unfortunate, our goodwill, our charity, au fond our love for humans, are they?” And tear-exciting palaver about poor children and mothers finding their happiness (goods necessary for […]

Cleanness and the man-project

by Ana Bazac Between the everyday external goods man needs not only as a living being depending on the permanent exchange of matter and energy, but just in order to fulfill its specific function – the exercise of reason – according to Aristotle, there is one matter-of-course and which is so integrated in our routine […]

melancholizing

  by Ștefan Bolea I live inside an iron maiden I’m just a rat beneath my mask squirming in the basement slimy and vile   wear the crown until I remove my eyes with mirror pieces until an army of devils surrounds and captures me until hell burns down and becomes inhabitable until the apple swallows […]

The regret

by Ana Bazac One of the most neglected concepts by philosophy was and is the regret. The reason is the huge content of personal responsibility towards the phenomena contemplated with sorrow. And for the regret is not only a sentiment of sadness related to what had happened – or could have happened but did not – […]

The Red Boots of Hong Kong

by Lex Demoncock A big “Sale” sign hung in the window of the Beverly Hills Polo Club.  Only a desperate social climber would want to be seen by another desperate social climber wearing that label and only in Hong Kong, that hot-house, demo-model of consumer capitalism the Brits set up to diddle the Chinese Communists. […]

poems by Ian Smith

 Brochure as Memento Mori   Former Calulu Post Office it says, High Ceilings. Lots of Shedding conjures a wry verb. Verandahs, Porches, twist my heart with love as artless as these framed angles are artful. Historic Old Charmer the board blares. I am up for auction, I jest, but nobody laughs. 

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