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I Dream in Breathless night. My body smothered in darkness, radiates a solid that should not be. I struggle against invisible ropes more stagnant than my skin, inhale the smoke generated by imaginary friction. Sadly, I know there is no hope of bursting into salvatory flames. A Fly Buzzed […]
by Adrian Ioniță click pentru versiunea română To commemorate the tercentenary of the Treaty of Utrecht (1713), the Utrecht Foundation KF Hein released in 2012, the Art Of Making Peace project. The winner of this project, Hans Laban, a graphic artist from Utrecht, presented in 2013: We do have something in common, a […]
EgoNews-Living the Moment (Diplomatic Art, Galeriile Bastionului Theresa, 12.11-12.12.2015) by Adrian Ioniță translated by Andrei-Radu Bîrsan [MTTLC] click pentru versiunea română Julien GARDAIR is the prototype of an artist globetrotter who does not waste time in one place. It seems that he has the metabolism of a man in contact with the vibration of the […]
Delirium tremens All that is useless All that is banned All that gets thrown away All found in the Delirium minds of the deranged. All Raw Unprocessed
by Ana Bazac I One of the most frequent and, at the same time, dangerous epistemological faults of the contemporary thinkers – and indeed, only these ones are blind, since the former have only discovered the significances of time – is the homogenization of situations, images and concepts related to man. Philosophy works, […]
by Mihai-Andrei Aldea translation by: Sorina Gheorghe The Typology of Initiatory Journey (in the Romanian Folktales)………………………………………………. 1 The Typology of Initiatory Journey (in the Romanian Folktales)………………………………………………. 2 The Initiatory Journey – Introduction…………………………………………………………………………………… 2 The Initiatory Journey in the Romanian Fantasy Folktales……………………………………………….. 8 II.a. The Extraordinary and the Estrangement……………………………………………………………………. 8 II.b. A Brief Attempt at […]
Song as Axiomatic Password Driving in rain, radio on, Moby’s Mistake, the slow start redolent of regret then the beat insistent as grief swoops, leaves me depleted. I could have died a dozen deaths but lived. Wrenched apart by a song. A song? Edge of night I heard the iron cries of trams […]
Dusk Front I saw lines of shadow cross my backyard and seep through the dry soil. With erasure inbound, no more will we lament the loss of a friend. The day ends with the drought of wordy creases, so much that I cannot feel myself think about what had happened.
Olympiastadion My throat was sore in Berlin Als das Kind Kind war so I missed the Reichstag fire but on television saw the Wall come down
by Oliviu Crâznic Algid the air, on crystal clear horizons, Beyond the eyes of angels I have drowned; Yet, funny, it’s still snowing in my ocean – Watering flakes and one black tear adown.