e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
[interview with our guest from this issue, Professor Andrei Marga] by Ştefan Bolea & Ormeny Francisc Norbert translated Romanian by Stâncel Theodora-Eva Ştefan Bolea: Professor, Francisc and I are doctoral students. You defended your PhD thesis in 1976, with a thesis on Marcuse. You also studied, in Germany under prof. Habermas’ supervision. What can you […]
by Andrei Marga translated from Romanian by Stâncel Theodora-Eva Once the PhD was considered to be the key to scientific formation. The subject and the proportion, of the PhD thesis foreshadowed the scientific personality, and the university was as strong the professors that illustrated it were prestigious. In recent decades the importance of the PhD […]
by Andrei Marga translated from Romanian by Stâncel Theodora-Eva The expansion of the “cynical reason”- of that consideration of people that rather takes into account the place in administrative hierarchies, than their humanity- is just a sign of late modern society. Another one, at least in Gilles Lipovetzky’s opinion, is the “void”, a void of […]
[interview with the French Photographer Jean-Marc Caracci about his project “Homo Urbanus Europeanus“] by Sorin-Mihai Grad 1. Everybody is taking photos of churches while visiting a new city. How come that after intensively clicking into the galleries on your project’s site I did not notice any church? Well, working on the “Homo Urbanus Europeanus” project, […]
by Irina Savin I imagine Jean-Marc Caracci as a stalker haunting the streets of unknown cities in search for glimpses of urban stories. A gawky stalker, with his instrument of subjugation in sight, as it defies by size the small rectangular left pocket of his coat … and he can’t hide it in his sleeves […]
Adriana Boagiu is a poet whose lines carry a wordy town into flowery flurries of memory and eroticism, both ingenuous and insidious. Her sound skinning sonnets know how to allure and kill softly, while her irregular-iambic-pentameter or vers libre riffs shake and caress with mixed mercilessness and affection. I am happy to greet her shrewd […]
by Patrick Călinescu When she had tried to smile back at me, her lips creeping on her face skin stopped her short. Unable to sketch the least outlined lip curvature, she just nodded her incapacity into a final shrug.
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Languidly, I squeeze ink from my wrath. Purple ink covers these soul-peels like little fractal veins circulating my unloaded anger. My moth-mouth stares at daylight wide open, burnt by the unexpected gift of foreseeing. I am legion, but I am squandered. Split I am by your eye blink, and unlocked to […]
by Alexandra Claudia Manta Lately I’ve been thinking at some linguistic operations such as substitution, permutation, and at underlining and the use of block letters in written communication. I and Myself. I within Myself. I whom I see in that which I see you see. Is reality merely a question of vision and point of […]
by Marius Surleac I run over the seas and dive in the skylines burnt by the fires of hell the night that will come with all its whispers will embrace us