e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
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 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 […]
translated by Stella Davis & Mădălina Moţ [MTTLC student] Surrogate of the rain no one is interested in politics anymore the poem about it burnt in ‘89 so no, another theme everybody writes about them, about love stories and affections, dreaming and afterwards crying and cursing and almost everyone gives up
translated from Romanian by Nigel Walker & Loredana Matei [MTTLC student] #super hero (…) no one knows that I am a super hero A few might suspect it, but they wouldn’t bet a cookie. I am a super hero and I light my joint As a super hero does, From a carbonized old trout, An […]
[Cristina Nemerovschi – Sânge satanic, Herg Benet Publishers, 2010] by Irina Du Plessis I began reading this book with my somewhat mediocre Romanian, though well enough trained in the arts of philosophy and other social sciences, to be able to grasp the subliminal messages thrust with brutal force in my face and down my throat! I found […]
translated from Romanian by Margaret Wilmot & Mirona Palas [MTTLC student] 1. Ayla, Ayla! You smile and the earth shakes under me you listen to wings fluttering and my wings uncouple, dance – each free you speak and the air around you
translated by Chris Tanasescu & Martin Woodside the first. the second (“primul. al doilea” from weekend printre mutanţi, Pan, 1994) god doesn’t give you the first that you look for alone straying step by step from your fellow of flesh of blood of word—I look
uproar translated by Joan Michelson & Andreea Banciu [MTTLC student] I do not fear hell, but the purgatory I have survived – the deafening fires. I even had my faction. we called ourselves the bloody ones because the waking nights burst in our eyes and inside the umber iris.