26th LES Festival of the Arts 2021
Valery Oisteanu is performing on Saturday, May 29th and Sunday, May 30.
the official Website of Valery Oisteanu, poet, artist, writer
Valery Oisteanu is performing on Saturday, May 29th and Sunday, May 30.
The Roger Smith Lab Gallery The Roger Smith Lab Gallery is a project-based exhibition space at 501 Lexington Avenue and 48th Street. At the invitation of Daniel Rothbart, 12 performers
(appropriately depressing) Poem half remembered from a dreamWrinkled like aging female breastsGetting smaller, flattened under my feetLost among the living and the dead Spreading the solitude of shattered sleepExpanding psychedelically
Curator: Carolyn Ratcliffe Where Theater for the New City155 First AvenueNew York, NY 10009 When April 10-May 16, 2021 Live streaming Event: April 10, 5:00-6:00 PM on TNC website and
Privileges in Purgatory (translated into Romanian by Nadia Brunstein) Poetry First Prize Privileges in Purgatory—author Valery Oisteanu (USA), Itaca Publishing House, Dublin, 2020 Distinction of Itaca Magazine, Book of the
Continue readingWinner of Ithaca Publishing House Award for the Best Poetry Book of 2020
(Translated poetry published 2019 in Banchetul de Vara) Global PSY-Dada(to Tristan Tzara on the 50thAnniversary of his death)Lui Tristan Țara la a 50a aniversare a morții Care este viitorul suprarealismului?Cu
Continue readingSelected Poetry from Anarchy for a Rainy Day
(1924-2013)In Memoriam Taylor Mead! Oh! Taylor Mead!Your ass was a symphony leadOn speed, stoned on weedCannot precede a Taylor MeadHe stimulates everyone’s sphincterScreaming Frank O’Hara’s non-repressed desire:“The general return from
C’est de nouveau le printemps en AtlantideLes oiseaux migrateurs reviennent à la maisonSe posent sur des lacs empoisonnésDans les trous d’eaux toxiques laissés par l’industrieDans les mares contaminées de l’enfer
Pour Sarane Alexandrian Le mat in s’est eteint a la Bibliotheque des AlchimistesCollectionneur d’amis fantomes rebellesEndormi avec des lunettes de catastrophe apocalyptiqueLa main de l’historien a cote des dessins de
Les arbres en fleurs furieusementLes fleurs écumant de rageCivilisation brisée, blessante, exaspéranteL’usine récurrente de la mort redressant la têteMais tu ne peux mettre le printemps en quarantaine Ville immobile, calme