Twee gedichten van Valery Oisteanu
De onsterflijke anarchiste Voor Judith Malina Jouw dromen zijn nu onze dromenZonder jou zien we die nietHet is lente en we zijn blindWat is het )even nog zonder jouHet is
Category: Poetry
Zwei Gedichte von Valeriu Oisteanu
Nachkriegsmoment Ihr äquinoktialen WäscherinnenAufdem zentaurengepflasterten Vieleck versammeltWie lachen eure kankrösen MünderIm Bauch des PräsidentenWurde sein toter Bruder entdecktGeputzt zur ersten KommunionNuckeln Kinder an einer WasserschnarreAuf jeden Anruf des öffentl. FernsprechnetzesSind
6 Published in Big Bridge Online
Ira Cohen—In Memoriam What’s next? whispers Ira and becomes invisible Scream no more, from unquenched fateWe’ll see you on the other sideA Jewish Shaman walks away While the big flutes
2 Published in Void Magazine Online
Romanian Derangement Condensing and suppressing eternityNearby an old champagne factory,Instability of identityIn an old age home of the Jewish community.Exploding multiple vulnerability of guilt and alienating absurdityThese are the hazardous
Published in Dilema Veche Online
Outside Timeto Gellu Naum @ 100 The temptations of St. NaumJust one of those things, an apparitionNext life misery wrapped in “hypotheticals”Defeated by passion but un-subdued by destinyNaum, keeper of
Remembering Anne D’Harnoncourt
Journal of Surrealism and the Americas, Vol 2, Issue 2 (2008) Poetic coincidence? UnlikelyYou were born three days after me, September 7th, 1943The artsy-Virgos have a special role in art
Scorched Landscape of My Third Eye
from In the Blink of a Third Eye My head echoes the sound of vertical ice Falling through the cracks in my windows What you are about to hear, to endure, is Ice