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by Ştefan Bolea translated by Oana Popovici click aici pentru versiunea română The Herg Benet Publishing House opens an exciting chapter in the post-post-December Romanian literature (so post-, that maybe we should stop referring to 1989 as being our zero historical year, and decide upon 2010 instead!). Taking pride in its avant-garde and nonconformist […]
One Poet in Chicago This city is scary and supreme. Its shiny lakeshore with white yachts and seagulls and herons tilting quietly upon the marble waves.
(cronica nihilistei) de Cristina Nemerovschi (Morgothya) translated from Romanian by Silvia Bratu click pentru versiunea română The second baccalaureate session has passed with as many tears and as much heart-breaking whining as the first session which took place at the beginning of this summer. Indignant students, terribly annoyed parents furiously cursing the poor teachers […]
agnostic gnostic there’s no way you can prove god exists however I know you can build an alternate system of belief a non-god arises in my soul a fallen over-god perhaps still I believe I don’t believe in myself
by Dee Mason If you’d walked up to someone just ten years ago and asked him or her how popular books will be in ten years, they’d probably tell you that they’d have become obsolete. ‘They’ll be completely out-dated and replaced by computers’, they’d likely say. Yet, here we are and books are still […]
de de Lucian Mareș The Payment As I travel to the point of origin, all is fading and black void shrouds the nexus from which all life sprouts. I find myself lost in the black void, with no compass to follow and no means to travel further. I am alone, yet the one that […]
A poetic game in five stages. by Ioana Jucan Hand-Made Lying in your own hands at the time that was riper than ever before and again was not the situation entirely. All along were you planning on
Surrogate Memory translated by Nigel Walker & Alexandra Sârbu [MTTLC student] light was falling and breaking on the ground where I had spread grass and maize-flour rolls we were listening to rammstein on the quiet drinking from half grapefruits what we had squeezed out of them and debating the price of vegetables
by Ştefan Bolea translated by Oana Popovici click aici pentru versiunea română clique aqui para ver a versão em português I had reached a dead end. I had commenced to cherish the virtues of the year – 1 again. The conspicuous apocrypha. The exorbitant gravitational force of melancholy. The stuffy atmosphere, the burdening spirit, […]
by Chris Tanasescu Katie Farris heralds the dawn of a “new literature” with both fierce audacity and untender irony. In her first book – from Marick Press – where fiction has the taste of jaded post-history story telling and the sound of poetry in the making, she first threatens the reader with a capital (or […]