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(from atheism to agnosticism and back) [IV] by Ştefan Bolea click aici pentru versiunea română “I want to die in a tavern, where wine is close to the mouth of the dying man.” (Carmina burana) I bought Minois’s newly translated book into English for my birthday: Georges Minois, The Atheist’s Bible: The Most […]
[homage to El Greco and Nikos Kazantzakis] by Martin Burke From REPORT TO GRECO by NIKOS KAZANTZAKIS (1) Not night, not yet, yet I gather sight and speech to speak against the dark; night’s-owl that I am watchful from tree-branch and turret or battle-steeple; non-neutral observer, partisan of that radiant dark deeper than night […]
click aici pentru versiunea română Continuum (previously published in Altered Scale in the original English) We multiply best in open bodies with low mass indices swarm and flock cluster and conjoin
Stale Hearts Drifting Apart This is what happens when silk turns to stone. This cold.
by Gabriel Tocu My dog flattens ecosystems he brings nuclear winter nights long and empty to the xanax cities
by Patrick Călinescu cliquez ici pour la version française Stephen Hawking’s argument against God is strikingly similar to the traditional cosmological argument for the existence of God. Both sides rely on the concept of causality when investigating God. Both sides understand the concept of causality in quite the same way. Basically, both […]
click aici pentru versiunea română A Kosmogony intensity outstretched to explosibility comes full circle into the incipit of fire begging to be kindled out of the initial spark
by Patrick Călinescu The sum of all self-inflicted deaths is called suicide. All these self-inflicted deaths are the assuming forms of suicide—the forms that the phenomenon of suicide has traditionally been molded into. But one, all of them will prove to be just impure casts of suicide. Anyway, I won’t be getting ahead of […]
by Scott Utley A diva doused in deep scarlet diamonds, black sable and hair electric blue, held her place before me as our elevator fell free from the top of the World Trade Tower. Between heaven and hell, I fell in love. This much I could feel, this much I was sure of. I […]
[from the MARGENTO collection forthcoming from Casa de Editură Max Blecher] by Margento click pentru versiunea română The Euro-Gate MARGENTO Hungry Hell – Romania 1948 after Randall Jarrell Out of little Paris, as if waking from a dream, into the slammer an empty belly and enigma cell: tomorrow… How long […]