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summer in Cascais

the summer days when we dabbled in automatic writing our new integument still showed the graft of what we had been before but now we were sooner sentiment and desire “I’d like to write a book that would shut those idiots up stop them from devouring the world” said Andrei and kicked the rock on [...]

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campo Borges

and we used to wait listening to the silence exhale one of us would glance aslant (not possessing ubiquitous vision) to understand whether we thought alike in the eyes of the world we seemed a team but that was a perverse way of putting it with a bitter patina like a mould blooming on a [...]

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I didn’t ask myself any fundamental questions that Saturday morning I was just walking along the street, reciting from Gellu Naum: “it seems that at the terminus of silence there slips in a disorder stirred up by the world’s desolation…” I kept repeating this line from the poet with whom I’d drunk – in ’93, [...]

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days as if I were awaiting a shipwreck an existence overwhelmed by dilemmas, used up pointlessly I’m silent and know it’s a guilty silence for a long time no one has looked me up I am alone – with the forbidden urge – alone among books and things which now insinuate themselves even more suggestively [...]

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Berlin engraving

it was July I was plotting lyrically in a Berlin attic but all I could manage was to splice a film sequence with a beggar singing “Katyusha” by the Reichstag a crowd was flowing over the bridge each man carried his poem shielded against the day’s neuroses I thought how suffering lifts up some casts [...]

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                                     for Mariana Codruţ I lived far from the sea, I shunned mirrors and the crowds that rejoiced and prayed with equal fervour it was now silent there and I could observe how one was sleeping, the others guarding his sleep and they were unaware that he was already dead, that his mouth was filled [...]

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she comes and says

the character Clarissa returns at night when the light heightens the colours she has green eyes and red lips she clasps her hands in a simple gesture and this imbues her with even more grace but I remain silent, I make no comment of any kind she regards me and says: “how you live / [...]

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vasgar în America

Aş vrea să mai ajung în America. Acum e vorba despre altceva. Spuneam că-mi plac mesajele e-mail, englezo-române, ale lui Carrie Messenger – sunt expresive, mobilizatoare, decisive, optimiste, pătimaşe… Carrie îmi traduce în engleză poemele, uneori le traducem împreună… Zilele acestea am primit de la Carrie, din SUA, patru reviste literare cu poeme de-ale mele: [...]

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Felicitas

A fost Târgul de Carte de la Leipzig. Am veşti bune de la Felicitas, care scrie romane şi predă literatura germană la Whashington. În vara aceasta sper să trecem din nou împreună podul, la Berlin. Iată versiunea germană a poemului meu care va fi publicat într-o Antologie de poezie dedicată Berlinului. Berliner Kupferstich Es war [...]

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neume (I)

I used to like Bernanos I remember it was an evening without history – a weak discolored light – and we were discussing the parallel of the self with the world we used words we’d learned from books, with witching sounds - ah, yes, the light was just strong enough to push our words (I imagined [...]

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