duminică, 12 februarie 2012

FinishRomania


George Anca


                                 

           
Cuprins:

Poems
I FinishRomania  
II Who Did Kill George W. Bush  
III Sonnets for the Alkyons  
IV Maiastra in dodii  
V Kerala Leopard  
VI New York Ramayana  
VII Other Poems in Translation       





PostIbsenians

Who else would turn again Davidoglu into Flaubert
Not a breath but yes halima Gine utters
Those in 50’ resew selves still more tearing preying
With the grave I had walked under the autograph

Compliments to the hooves moribunds on regalements
You do sing of our horse with hermit mother
No blood commerce to the putrefaction
Receiving me not you put dogs on me precisely

I asked do you want to enter prison groupped
Souvenir of proletkult in 50’ or 90’
The cave by Pituţ read by Valentina and Sandu saying
Many know we strain under blocks

The watchman in the Stalin Park is Vladimir Streinu
Most modern and safe way no to cover with shame
Who does kill you to be glorified by rider miller
Transcriptions of ghosts smoke the silence Latin corrupts

All died returning what you’ve stollen master Gaetano
One is Leonard then out of unsaid Catholics
Not a hope to the groups under antibodies
Parents did read too much as many lives as books

Their child Tror killed Lorki
Put hand on Thracia what we call Trudheim
From son to son Voden Odin his wife Frigida Frig
Valhall Ginnungagap void yawning

Troy out of Ymir’s flesh the earth from its sweat the sea
Rocks from bones trees from hairs from skull sky
From eybrows gods riding the woolf poison on face
The woolf swollows sun moon Odin

Ship from nails of men they sung and slung
Wake up Frodi happiness to the throttler
Snake in horn of  reindeer joy of sleep the web
To the dream the Volsung  kin anatomy of runes natya

Let us worship like magi weep and cry
Strange beauty I saw and with it I wounded my heart
Woman I didn’t know but I am not virgin
Catholic archibishop Milingo married through Moon

Our Father by Felicia Halleluiah by Wolfgang
Now and in the hour of our death don’t we grieve
Pectoribus moves us all in hora mortis
I believe many souls have been saved by this invocation

The indulgences  aren’t obtain for self but for
The souls of those in Purgatory no that you sin and
Buy indulgnces diversion let suspect ourselves
Our Father by Ciprian  saves and redeems us

Cra-crai Crăciun-Christmas pious ding-dong I don’t know what
Lerui-ler cradle little cradle the heavens have open
Till after Epiphany over presents and reindeers
The soft ray of sun washes face of lord

Since ages of peonies splashed with shots
And kitsch at fling all with fan in the larvae
So much the less artsists and thinkers weeded under caterpillars
Neither Jews nor Hungarians Gypsies Romanians

Revenge wil come Korean blow Odinic
Grace but nausea beauty of bladder kissed peachly
Septicaemia on this side subcommunist mawkishnesses
We don’t hang out of nothing all the others in mind

She wails all night that all those pain her doesn’t support tv
Some nervous also Lenutsa is here some day silent and angry
Neither she eats any more who’d give her chances at least she
Woudn’t torture like that belly back a little bit on bottom

You see the stupa heal the tree of life relics in darmakaya
Tuft on the crown Rigvedic stem Islandic tower in elevation
I was reading congratulations when a tooth broke in the apple
O deum Odin Wodan id est furor Tasmanian Edda

It’s so white down one feels pity to walk you mention a dream
Of eternal happiness which will make beautiful your days pity
That haven’t time for it I would have liked very much to know it
I couldn’t abstain myself and I bought Maupassant

Stasis but metastasis old jealousy why should I be sad
Perhaps for my daughter dreamt that I was killing with cold blood
The truth of  swallow of field and of sky
In the army I was translating from Rousseau for my father

The life was good mother to us I’m not Anca’s Jewess
I’m guardian angel Grivin anagram from Irving but Diaconu
Alibi all along life symmetrical penance passer by la chute
 IT offers you the freedom of choosing the right moment

From youths telling us to letters dust yet not curing us as plunder
One more winter our turn to the martin shave we couldn’t arrive
Golden number god of love at first sight Syzigia
How could I believe we’ll ever arrive to Amsterdam consonantal


thanking to you mole crickets
by a traceless leaf
lightning you as citadel
on citadel of sun’s snow

 presenting you with suicide diploma
on synchron vision fantasy
John’s Jane’s dream when
Our Viorica blossoms in Eminescu

writing to you the director’s cut
from Brăila but to Râmnic
opera gets distilled
up to the embassy in India

dreaming you as friends up on
own birth aphrodisiac
sorrow growth and death only
by our mother’s cancer

eleating you as empathic scraps
of razed rituality
through Hadrian’s epilepsy
in partisan history on Scurtu

dusting your hemp of gone
fir girls by pornography
still mush from nondigitised
bodies refused fairy whores

ageing you osteoporosis
without merit indemnity
who also children having not
a heavy immortal oldness

poeticising you what former improvisations
still intersected the ballad
as the hut would get severed
and the deigning would strenghten

dedicating you to Stăniloae’s lock-up
to the just from quills of free beard
to be mourn by Răzvan Ionescu
on the patriarchal esplanade

Dalai Lama doesn’t put head of yak on sheep’s body
A good death crowns a good life apud Mathieu
The monk was afraid mostly not to lose
The love and pity for those who had tortured him

If  I shouldn’t paralise in dreams immortal days pell-mell
We just regret our snow white tigers unskied with tram
Bells skald twisting our intranscriptible castity
Dinasty violent censer vandana maithuna from Eliade

Orgasm game beehive bones stupa crepuscule caravan
Regrettable allslowing kind-heartedness not so gossip depression
Do paint in dream the view crumbling with me at doors this Sunday
Here I was spreading my unconscious neglected on an appetite in Calafat

how did we pretend civilised a negritude
Russian bruise still Americanize us
on the rock threefold pact contorturors of saints

unwritten calotte to reconaissance un-
reckoning guillotine what matzoth the water butt
crest font  drip Christian crown

with a binary prelocomotive memory
the world Indianize in spiral detour
tardy diva deva in Deva kama karma

doublets of twigs the unleaf
                                                        I lie the bell I bell the lie

to other cart the heart exploded
into the loins of cousin’s father


combing not grow your chest
if you don’t cut head’s thesis

in the back of all shining feather
lacking of Sanskrit canta(ta)

Pelasgi drying to the wind
unimaginable rest

sleeping shirt in grove
on congratualated plump plant

to you it will not seem still cantabile
the jealousy by shooting
to us it was good the cruelty
from over love of youth

to be sorry for all old age
pity for concentration in a dream

Indian fakir acted by Mozart
non Zoroastrian vultures rabble

India is the cradle of civilisation
but civilisation didn’t remain in cradle

I have no way to reach you in Valhalla
on the cold of correctness

we colonize the hills as carols
under the whip impotency

Legionary Communist truth
in the memories of Caraza

desert megaphones
camels in justice

on Seine in Sinaia
Chinese terza rima
you haiku us haiduk





Reconaissance

OrÅŸova fiord and you Danube
with French hour at crown
with a viper in Herculane
sweetening  spring
from sleep in vapours aporia
a priori pores horse of course
do sing last verse first Achiles
Atlanticum canticum Aviodun
n’arm gendarme Noviodunum
birth recognition of death

since sone mason monsoon
Kipling’s lodge in Chandigarh
warm wormwood of clubs

moor sucked in mirror
francophonia in Teremia



                                                                     parletre

in 90’s the badly loved
in coma I’ve translated
stall to perennial hyphen
uncut from ascesis father-in-law
ecumenical sands
it rains at candle
to yesterday sun


fancy of bad heart
the canon of cannon
to walls piety
gratitude of confessed
on tiger’s tango
spasm on sword Damascus
quickly we’ve conversed
this wind beat Ricoeur
in Ibalcea
green the willow salcea
banaticus
fanaticus
dissolved guids
on Giroc Way
petals of
artificial death
I saw my shoes
you look to know me
I was writing fencing
under soldering aura
by regions in a
revolute chater
menaces in gibberish
the egg of pensamiento
baggage of likeness
one’s fill spleen
paraph condensation strew
on unknown unrecruits
all time there is a
today in TimiÅŸoara
organisational fantesy
center of competitivity
lateness faced with China
superiority comlex
world changes
from stand Baudelaire disappeared
and Medea I gave to Bolot
dodophonie eye full
for Romanian fellows
in bigger letters I will
read to deafen you
creative Romania
numerical culture
proved school
visited stand
it must be known what
it is in machine
parrot more jungle
to reach us
don’t transport living
birds in marble
 part of the team we are
 by nobody afraid
tumulted thinness
concert of bells
numerical citizen
digital person
la f(r)acture numerique
youths of Poliana
avid of connectivity
avoiding sclerosis
all flow from selves
the global doesn’t leave cold the local
and neither viceversa
dephysicalisation of pedagogy
bridge over digital difference
the right to knowledge water
Francophonic writing
American orality
dying book
flow of patrons
Ricoeur friend with Eliade
internauts Visigoths
more thieves Romanian
palms street
silk weavers cimitery
Sophocles embankment
sun zone
Pandora like Eve
Medea Meduse
occidentalisation of the planet
Mozes the Egyptian founded
the first monotheism the Judaic
from which took birth
the Christianism and the Islam
turbid Danube
under black undulations
thawed fiord Gange

knives hardly blood the bottom
Babel confirms the devouring
our Danube who are in Doina
among goods wagons
movement against cutted wave
awakening on other honesty
blind was searching in olive trees
unrooted by frost fiord
birch trees white hora
with trunks of darkness
free only the destroying
of self with applause
on high on round the faithlessness
no one is to deny
jusqu’au-boutisme Canada
ice mimosa under ballads
Jung crucification by Paul Neagu
 la valse-hesitation Herve Fischer
I escaped alive also from TimiÅŸoara
untold open-handedness architect
the ptriotic Francophonic themes
we are bored by fanaticism
passion of antipassion
Niculceva had leukemia
closed sea Mihalcea and Cochn

terminating the saints
you put again yourself Nifon
to the drawn canons
over board me to mother
before I gnaw my cracknels
how she holds us in her arms
Christ God
religiosity over religion
Emma from Mancha
Antoine with Job by Ladea
print the bowler
odi et amo Catullus
Blanche the snow of yesteryear
mercenearies not defeating enemies
no chronicle no by heart
hanathomy and I sneezed
in paradise I lifted
gone at Paris with Epistemon
but in Troy with Paris
where are Tobie’s times
translation Communist crime
yes Leopold Africa of empires dies

play with glass pearls
you bag a penny and give god
that’s for BrăteÅŸti let her ill
nothing is as beautiful as the dance
I told him when I could open the mouth
the right you keep in lover’s
with the left you drive us
you wheat from grains of rein
when you were mole
not leaf out forest
witness to martyr illusion
a day before a day after
I hide I last short  sec
on Catalan waist coupa santa
pe talia catalană coupa santa
the other kings you don’t deconstruct the difference
on respect from people don’t hit any more


AmericanCorner


empty train like Olso-Bergen
mayby  through Moldova up to BotoÅŸani
also my button tore at departure
the play hasn’t scene for opera
at distance the adventures under memory
more honest forgetting letters
woman behold your son
doctrine of single race
ritualisation of representatrivity
smoke the polygon fold on destiny
train window melodrama
my noncelebrating kind
who else turnes on a side
of youths falling at word
neither the uselessness of dark
caution of Americans
nonunderstanding of youth
green cloths eyes still blue
Cornelian character Păcală
on Buzinschi street in Bacău
fertile Indies in the loss
from our teats Tyresias
we don’t defend any more the weed-grown
may be not worth the end of Romania
nobody left the cloister wing
we crested ouselves East-West travellers
he is ugly I’m handsome you ha ha
cavern from the last days cancer
even our students get old
the abstinence of living isn’t enough
pain painter colour to the place
bringing in spring our moistness
from fingers wives telling chaos
if not foretokening householder
places to unseen hours
the sparkling of temporalty
we hearded of years nonaeging
rain quarters somnolence
you mount flower’s usurpation
armies uprooting
you start longing me
abandoned an anniversary
I have not any more time for novelty
watch of nobody my eternal self
the chasing of tragedy
osiers of whine colour
avatar to abortion ipse
myself being unborn Ibsen
12 April 2006  you
won’t to meet yourself
the obscurity flight
full of birds
the death of same being
invitations to disappearence foot
green and a whip handle
eternally postponed sentence
neither born for punishment
motherlands going out nor
dependency of own birth
higgledy-piggledy we go
were we weren’t born
we just did the army
fluttered little stars
cold again
gnawing chips
of apocalypse
the rape of
last day
when I was born
delirium mounts us in the garret fallen
on leaves of onion on leaves of  walnut
excess of land
infertile accidents
unclear man unclear woman
front rodent
through Christians thorns of godsons grow
Stavru’s burnt cadaver
what use of life to you
olds and not greeneness
American corner
 French virus
on my birthday in Bacău
liberation from non-existence
of what exists
in the eyes of evidence
still rains high up

to Americans the garrison
for chicks love
lamps would heat them
one more solitude train
dies as birds arrive
my day in dissapeared strangers
reamericanized zinc thread
tomorrow my sister is born
ever in other placeto be born
today in Bacău under arms
no more pressed in palms
on void on sleep all the same
where from so many Franch
Romanians on the way of disappearence

small marble drops
genesis nasadya voluspo
on what you write on what read
ancestrality rock
neither you didn’t convey
as zou should be the last ones
as you speak diction
chest the footlights addition




Sculpturograma

reading our letters
neither Paul nor stone
we will show our prana
without opera Parvati
give me in writing
the following in concert
citindu-ne scrisorile
nici Pavel nici piatră
o să ne arătăm prana
fără opera Parvati
dă-mi mata în scris
urmarea din concert

four faces on a head
all around neck-stork
abdomen in four teats
heart out horned
in shadow saw
on what the lid
that I wasn’t myself
on what perspiration
at neck tie energy
red paws portraits
at tip again wing
ribs fluttering
end of journey
apostolic couples
an year with months
may eclipse have finished
shadows at bulb
toward Basile with Sorana
ludicus incubator
crossed hands over eggs
Dutch static nature
by a gallow
fat bronze bird
hanging messy colours
on the table red moulding
ladder with legs non-siren
four nails one broken
 selfdining Christ
this composition with snake
horseshoe walked on heels
by the woman with big belly
a child outside in hand with a lance
thrusted in snake’s head
carpe diem memento mori
how to tramp a hoof
one doesn’t know speak
but knows to write
Ken was Adam out of poylmers
Barbi as out barbed man
let the matter float us
the cut the leaving
funambulist of change
delighting your order

this evening at the saloon
theme is kalokagathon
divine mind sweet voice
the luminary of all world
Rembrandt second hand
Sorana not understanding the sacrifice
spectacles of negritude
ash of award name
you come in Scotland as scolpturograme
before and after hermit


Unburnt wafer

unburnt the wafer of turf
from dying horses dream
uncounted Preda’s coast
in plutonium accident
let army still kill the bass
from hinge of unjustice
funeral fright
 selfexclusion
we lived in vain
to die the same

we passed the mask
the beast tore us
scandal on perfumes
stew of wings
foetus shooting
gone hosts
be I your gardner
arsenic parents
happy childhood
telling it tragic
the platoon excuses
the sergent a dream
woman detests Jesus
two sacks of carrots
liberate the bourgeoises
Eliade bhavan
in Shantiniketan
propitiated perfumes
the somnolence unsleeping

the boiling
cousin Tudorică
film notes
pastel colours
shooted dreams
watch hand cuts off
eye of big grass
Bunuelian bullet
young and thin
judge by want
chose the time
from bearded eyes
my last second
incarcerate
don’t leave corpses on the street

the endlessness of dive
through jazz ash
the forms’s crying
no more to swim it
who wants to send me to death
blush me caravans
drowned mounted in sund
brotherhood in breaking
wonder to unroasted goats
masks on cancer’s face
quarrel and remember
thouse out to light
neither from Dante nor from Ibsen
calm clan atavistic magnet
chains of calls
pantomime the unconscious
I wouldn’t dare to
digest my greed
turned into
sound combatants
perfume swamp
polecat’s wonder
living in letters
who came out from platoon
will burn my
letters after death
I read in books you in lotus
the architect writes in cupolas
we remain to partisans
cremated alive
under skirt a ripe traveller
hairy vision
on pubescent fingers
the skalds reincarnated in fiord
derision Derrida
the flowers return in the garden
we may have turned into the other
the poetry has died in America
you is the book’s name
I derecognized myself nonprerecognition
only by him understood hole in head
Protestant Catholic again Protestant
on the sun we gather vervain
little we miss to die happy
with opera in the middle of us
with the hunged I wetered trusteeship
sunsets no more telling verandah
lime unextinguished in sleep
I  am moved wreck
catcher in the rye bande mataram
tarragon in quenelles on Preda’s coast
that with days the fellow dies
if he doesn’t live quite nice
keep me silence
not transcribing the paternity
about three that I’ll die
I remembered
you poppy you arbor
genetic conversations to ended Romania
where brings us the schizophrenia
nothing as sweet as disappearence
don’t care that Romania is taken
adieu to Romanians graves
even to die we wouldn’t be
to our custom heredity
loss of country
how could we free again from yoke
pass it from you the ravens
corpses unfoundable
the people of former Romanians hangman
the veil wreckage on Lipscani
the end of Romania
mocked by the end-alls
the greatest risk is not to risk
theologaster globalabaster
Ibsen prohibited at IaÅŸi
on corpse of self’s army
plan to injustices cipher
on history of killed
depression of repression
Ibsen the Moldavian shepherd
from cave Cleopa on-line
and in sleep the revelations logos
Latins through Germanic empire
the self breaths in avatar
the altar flutters crowns
choirs in valleys flow sunrising
worship sounds in change
and yet we too much recognize ourselves

it will denounce you too
the writing of poem
let me be visited by
resurrection doina song
we met in
cosmogonies
olds with youths
our time will not come any more
yet we wouldn’t go to pot
nu ka sa ugula
pa idim ka rai
the noble knowing secrets
will go to paradise
apud Bucurescu
in the free Tărtăria
I saw you also last
year white flourished
see you next year apple
Chopin Sibelius
alfi from elves
our Vikings
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ready for Turku
FinishRomania



Who did kill George W. Bush


among silky embodiments
family and phone in Sicily
from Cajuns in Acadiana


my got be not killed
my land  not a shield


you'd call me from tree
bastard fountain Cerne
mother in lucerne
carcinoma blood be


mother divorced interned
buried your father


sculpturing Rapa-Nui were dying


from nothing and a little
assassin's magnetization


I  unwind from wind
for the sleep  trophies
lyre symphony
without Orpheus


kala kairos
Hindu ash
Pirandellian laughing
mind your steps


my writing will doze
toward America
more so to Washington
in night coach
aircraft carrier
Quadalquivir
poiesion


who to read
the writing
only bullets
residences


with eyes at gate
towards America
too unpunished


totalitarianism
a popular request
to vampire
at Birmingham's hour


I also
wrote verse
on furnaces
of brick

the smell of privy
in my nose
to bring it to Americans
against a green card


I think
only to
sloughing
of own time


poured brain
crunched by
the famishment
of cats


you left me
psychlogist
in the non-existence
of schizophrenia


neither what you think
what passes through your mind
nor what you think
you do not think it

and I'd be I
to what woud you think
I think
not to think


we ravage
imagining
in physical crowd


symbolic politics
between maxim secrets
with earth at ring


the securist from
night taxi
democray Sionist Nazism


father I haven't preoccupations
you speak alone scold
taking fetching



what more do you unpaste
you look at watch you've given
your competence at bull


people in need
supple computers
catechesis in haste


compose you
I write that
 we need more of us


nothing in head
Cioranian superintelligence
your laptop

pen discourse
nothing with nobody
I bab forecourts


I don't mix
rank you read
over shoulder Chinese


gone you are knapsack
blouse from army
 the crop


criminal against
nobody
however


all life nonsense
in black matter
obsolete saintness


I throw the ball
of time to collect
waiting


to drink a mouthful
if doesn't fall
it convulses something

you are
delaying
the flight

let’s talk
about your
future


grey tail
novels on tray
flutter


I swolow
numberless
humiliations


especialy I
humiliate
myself


how stand
cabs
the skopets


we merit our
titanic
in Washington


tu ridi
on wing
back 22

1944
ultima eruzione
di Vesuvio



if they wouldn't barefoot us
my wolfovits
are teared


Bizets I missed
Sao Paolo
biggest Italian city


you copilot
geologist
Washington


TulgheÅŸ water
at Durău
on Ceahlău

in dream
I defended
Eliade


on the dry wood of bench at left of Justice Palace
I was sitted backing the modern art galleries
ten by ten columns Athene triangle zodiac virgo
food not home eating but in kabab house Gajendra
the profanation makes Eliade avatar on Mântuleasa at Sanzianas


by where did more I styed in Washington
on wooden benches in Eminescu
Zenith galleries as at Dreteanu
in Barrier at Otilia
tries on what day and today
with few writings a bird
red under churchy gold
the hour I counted no more
the cup drinking by year
on the ocean from between telescope
rain is coming I'm alike
with road always twin

how many closed in the world beyond
how much hell's refusal in the center
the South of green cupolad white
spiral window untraveling
in front of Baudelaire imagination
he makes a man out Edgar Poe
imaginative invisibility of the power
Russel house kindled nontemple
the Capitol's aura you Plata in singularities
the Eminescian worlds of Mircea Eliade
the loss after the last loss
sign books are seen it eats
in the bookshop dust is touched
police is contemplated museums are amused
it sits on bench it leads the world
despised the world is refashioned
you will never do anything better
than what you do now said Brancusi

did you read or arrested me Baldacci says
imagination hasn't yet been assassinated
the inextricability wipes the
spots of immutable untruth
I will search it more if it doesn't search me
god in inextricability
I walk after him through the temple
 the grandeur of masonic
boredom in Washington
one must be someone to say nothing
and only you to speak applause
they don't need anybody or they don't come
witchcraft to the religions pavilion
Kennedy says God Mozes Jesus Francisc
palaces of darkness in the night
in front of golden calf with Tintoretto
our valley doesn't loom
let us leave Washington
and go to Paris
more one empire shaking


SONNETS FOR THE ALKYONS
                                                              To Alexandra and Victor



I

king Ceyx Alkyone
implores you don't go
to the oracle not on ship
take also her you agon
drowned she sees you hypnos
gods turn you both in alkyons
over weaves down
to birds on eons

kingfishers dancing wedding
in dive through fine zones
albatrosses in diaspora
with military embracings
the wings anemone
or to the oracle clones


II
what fate on pilgrim king
starting alone on oracle route
how he guarded his queen that he doesn't
take her in the journey now
she beseeches him to take the land
he in the ship longing endures
the storm falls the father evening star
doesn't know his graves

eol his father-in-law do read Ovid
in albatross feather iridium
their longed methamorphosis in flight
rewaves drop to bodies
we miss the sight of virgin canine
and dog burks us mortal



III

you that are flying over forest
leaving both shore and sea to others
I wouldn't tell from wings long and short
a black dog to enamel sheeps
other grazes me out from tours
shadowing the legs of psalm singer
remained to my theaf person
as wind's run at aim I raise

broken by cyclist bronze
precincts weave us
that neither in  hunger bonze
nor Mila nor shinto statue
would not open for us
the belly of that gone to lie



IV

sonnets choirs counterpoint
Indian lizards
alkyonard jazz accent
if you don't ring if radio
be it wa-wa to you
Saint Mary
India-s day
devil grace

son to kingfisher
Chekhovian what fun
what pick on nation
winged stones
 birds nested
in my head


V

drought's foliage rustled by wave
in cross the alkyons eyes
we would canton our exhaustion downstream
of pharaohs' crossing
metamorphosis nuptial tearing
from song rised to eons
even by us since yeasterday at bank
to see as if for sturgeons

secluded wing you return
to the couple dumbed by storm
only waves the spumes on horns
a music in burning of runes


VI

pushed in lodgings by windows 
the tractor strews smoke to you
ships on chimneys you do live
and nor good-bye last evening
in whom way news to sands
hallucinations not even on string
in the doze of Dantesque tales
to Dumitru's royal eagle

on us if hello at quits
at turn on belly swiming
the brush of a victorious whiting
payed we'd be with a Corot's painting
like in Eminescu from Ovid and Brit
the arbour of detached tarot


VIII

after that we'd just narrate
and you mum one Eliadian
Dan Botta on plate you were here
I still get tanned unique manna
of chance a bird I saw
eol  hardened is food to you
of father in Egeic empires
alkyone our daughter nana

I entered in water came out of skin
leaving drowning myself a bit
in guard of earthly sails
I can't forget the dog look
from me in wave and dales
in morose weed


IX

origami wings
beak for salute
claws in Miami
abdomen ship
poop pecking
shaped griffin
mother with Adams
father in horror

shave our flakes
in Coromandel
divulge its rays
small evening star
girl of mother Fulga
and of Jundandel

X
I'v pasted with sprite my leaflet
metamorphose in dry prose
tale's omen Joimăriţa
poet drowned in Euxinus
under plane afion
child priest not unkle
legs arched spoke
Roman unseen by Dacian

devil onto wrinkles verse and wave in waltz
to non-reader also peace
in wing's net which are sales
o Thracian my secret they'll know
to contemplate the painting of Franz Halls
or killing laid Orphus


XI

on verse's verso agape
birds suicide pas
bear's eye your water sounds
 kin at requiem
to self seeming carawfish at pope
that from pews iconostatis
wings the montain and ditch
at Georgescu Delafras

long change on non-baker
alkyonar invented
Buzinschi Sântimbreanu
suffix to Teoctistt
flowers harness crosses of schist
rhyming however no gloomy



XII

king sailers drowned
nonyestearday old epitalamion
today flocks fly the wedding
on the sea with sands dialect
tribal  paw claw the tiara ploughs
to unseen queen beehive respect
we flutter ourselves bird beast
as sect seven of leap year

trans in person asper interregnum
to these I look ignorant
the double children wing sign
wind's flowers to angels
dreaming to keep in mind dignus
of sunflower sower


XIII

now word of sorrow longing in the sea
forms the painters of motion
on them we hit as avatars
Ovidorm metamorphoses
cast zodiac reliable
it's void and evidence do die
medals Dali Daedalion salting
from baskets throwing out shaormas

shadow to dog fisher doors
down Sanskrit auroras usha
too many would enjoy clods
to rain the hands no wicked ones
the myth's greived for doesn't
remember his dead and mine


XIV

you wait solitude wave sand
witgs packed fest
one doesn't know where wind beats zip
you go to brothers and sisters to West
most former South pair at a face
look fixedly to a boat in arrest
 verify Kuldip's ballad
what broken wedding up to Budapest

for time's bitterness moon only
circles on linen  dishevelled alkyons
feathers' almond converged hazel
closed eyes red swarm in tomorrow
since a life I didn't pay to you earnest
as for the last judgment


XV

arrows in living wheel curved
 don't flow war Daedalion
two twins from two gods a girl
coming from front would bear non
neither with Diana would come across widely
to throw yourself from promontorion
Ceyx bury you when Peleus search
shelter to him he killed his brother Dodon

you'll die on road toward oracle
Alkyone would weep you metamorph
from people you chose other miracle
Buzzatti's Eura without Orf
Tracula waves to mountain spectacle
and rhymes few living nor f'


XVI

what did you need leaving wife
to take the waves of destiny
what she also asked to take her
loving her you didn't take her anywhere
from you two be not born
the travelling Kunigunde
evening star to adopt her
up birds at eggs bow

while drowning you called her by name
and heard you've been by separators
and she to dream you home come on
and at wake dead only dawn
make me a bird to fly at least
through undulating shadows

 


XVII

let the brother's cuting build
to the mosaic or to mosque
lanscape again Medealike
as she didn't bear sons of godess
as to death given gelosy
return to ethereal murder
and you kiss her on mask
in prayer of Egean catching

we adjectivate the non-sun under cloud
if at a sudness the amphora is heavy
the syntax of antiqueting rhythm
would beat the pair of Alkyons
and even lost archaic meteor
I worship I'm cold that no



XVIII

Eol to Alkyone father airs
with waves groom breath
Ceyx saw from Lucyfer she earth
of father memory keeping
enamoured couple gets unmad
and who to cremate the sky
through clouds burying horizon
in shouts of young voice

from star and wind earth kings in vineyards
flyng we recognize ourselves alkyons
storying not among us childhoods
dreeming to sturges joints
wind blows again you don't entertain us
from wings raising eons



XIX

dead was the transforming king
today birds break on his throne
from part of Alkyone in a tongue
unspoken to self Kogaion
yes god make us aura to you
to same penumbras standard
in silance as harping us
the urchins from Cirene sauron

we stay sonnet's wings for
saved alkyons from teared lovers
we depart cutting us from center
amnesiac if we move again as corybants
these old out of young venter
in beaks fish in ocean infants



XX

I pray to god the letter
to fly it to sculptor it
I don't change Ovidian theme
king queen in birds
air embodied aura
with peace the bigger boy
of morning aster
in iamb the tragedy

I think also to aqcuintances
argo undrowingable
embracing on
cliff  with Vigeland
feathers uniqueness
love on sea on land


XXI

you Alkyone I Ceyx
neither dead nor bird
we don't dance any more flamenco
we write sonnets each other
we wake with wings
I sign you on sand
not seeing you
when we converse

you will not separate
cause king goes to oracle
together metamorphosis
father after cloud morning star
open the mouth
speak in Getic


XXII

I searched in flock in swarm in paradise
bird to the dog on satelite
detour flow under clouds rarely I ploughed
if I wouldn't reach a voluble kin
hi gulls choir life on poker
to bankrupt's lengthened wisdom
in Barbu's lyras lyric lay
disliking what did tell I

only that cold from marine people
on draught slavery canaan
peaceful pascal's sleep returns
we have views wifes clan in field
mud house passed torture die
Aldebaran do not get young again


XXIII

we turn one into another
Shrovetide of blood
enamoured asters when we'll be not
we light of self rigor intrigue
rare maternal desfigurement
in patriarchal mourning
I suit metamorphosation
of dead lovers in gulls

I try beattings
of wings shadowing
we heat with
sea's drop
no foreign bird
in man come you too


 XXIV

ark argo
ovid eggs
boredom oracle
from where founder
with no a poor
Dacia

oracle black aura
let us be healthy o Ceyx
until we drown
love waits for us
left in life
mount me
on ship to don't
sleep sibyl


XXV

I'd dream you
we'd chat
self forgetting of
alkyon kin
alive to fly to swim
joy of burial
in oracular predictings
from cause unrecognizing

alone they can
dream selves oracles
I speak not
only of gulls
fall first
you god


XXVI

oracle surounds us tents
on the sea shore unexpectant
we don't discuss four farthings
califs on polychrome horses
prodies two with two efforts
on three in one parodist
of flight in lands fluid resorts
could have retransformed resurrecting

we catch our collar in the pillar
under listening caravan
what our father aster is doing
when we died without food
no soldier abandoning castra
Ceyx vain Alkyone waits for you


XXVII

waves sea sailors
the king hanging on lath
sea salvors rare in ares
seeing the queen in shape that

Avars ford wait for him
charms with Arald on a burr
if would sell him what corsairs
script to be with her fiddle

the carrier of light
beyond cloud as beyond wind
Alexandra Vic alkyna

look there land
the corpse isn't guilty
with the oracle word



XXVIII

weekenders ers of sadness
sheltering me from best written book
at wave taboo on crumble-sea
from gulls the woman toward rest
bronzing the angle of corsair thigh
at once wheel their eyes from test
the canine couple last night standing
at escalade nor on Everest

you do translate in foreign languages the price
when to the alkyons I prostrate sternly
you'd ask if I'd fill your glass
at autograph schools of consternation
recitative to entire county
next autumn patriarch Holofern



XXIX

no any oracle if not eol
seen by the alkyons as father
eyes no more phoenixes mother alcohol
you didn't bath us that the groom's father
intoxicates evening star's superpart
remained unjolted star
hidden but after corolla cloud
at evening boy at day girl

messengers came to the dipped dead
and only his living looking
flutter him self devoured
blown selfresurrecting wing
abysses of true drowning
sculptured metal Miro mirror


XXX

you dreamt gyroscopic birds
with white chest to the East
of palace hawk music
what words did here any more

let the chalk sun see you
 not entring blackened circle
foam spiral as egret
depth of the sea stopped you

the palace howls for not
queen hear what strom killed
she also dreaming self
from imperial kin one only
if sleeping neither rain paparuda
nor to noises belladonna


XXXI

let your attitudinizing accident be
of people's food rune
on flight of eyes to horizent
said avatars combine you
I woldn't let self in Dervent
to prayed stars' sisters carrying moon
up to Mekka Ayodhya advent
to musicalize the lagoon

sucked wave puffs contrary chest
surrounding it flight swim sand
throwing of hunch be your rune
wing enamoured of wing
harappa antananarive
in beaks of ancestral polyp


XXXII

the phrase waits you be precise
as crow's gull in dodii
you believed circumcised even moon's dream
under white half-moon of Cernavoda
you listened understanding Paris
one meditative one on pomegranate
we don't explain prohibited land
flinged by lady from the zodias

the oracle burnt lady
in seduction words
she snatches your husband as a rag
on sea she pommels him to the storm
and pour him in whale's bowels
so even cajuns to don't find him




XXXIII

in shortest you said the phrase
to hierarchs on beach according to the rite
what meditate what you do Zaraza
pardon Hamza naramza slaughtered
 blackamoor in lackbeard  noon
since yesterday in willows wind and
hired anacoluthon gulls stasis
until the oracle didn't utter

part to speak only eating I write for her
as a word she doesn't let with food
let's hear fastidious oracle
with no effect litlle unkles on wound
so do lose us got kidling cheep
returned from sea in bird Diana



XXXIV

shifted to people at us two silent
there are days you tear also words
in the sea you sharpen the clearnesses
you fattish only at mind
we speak you don't and too among gabbies
translation parents graves
enough the carriage yoke ostrichs to it
we recognize us as eloquent birds

do not make sense you're not American
do speak in dodii in order to understand you
you don't hear a sound beyond screen
with umbrellas oracle and Tvareg
don't call me the same stone
archaeologist writes Petcheneg


XXXV

go with don't go song tralala
don't go don't give yes no yes
turn return rent in tent orthodox
good wind bless god

code triodyon period nonHerod the great
of master hymn land root knout eminence demand
winded hunted wine father monk
opted resting

pity of sins napkins airs
the rent saint to us glory belief in tongues
patriarch sea gull sprite gone
at Jesus real parade
let sing seen at you master
you interrupt voices  writings frights


XXXVI

drowing us as foam crowns
evening stars shadow us
you being the couple Ceyx Alkyone
I am the wind your father Lucifer
the theme of sorrow rejecting
sell after my death
the censers murmur
to paradise the new comer

gulls' diocese
burying us to sea
we renounce death
for burial
Trachinian to
Thracians daisy

 
XXXVII

I'm wheat peck me gull
more prayers than sinners
it starts from samsara to god
bird charm in song
imagine waves
in my place
the happiness of transformation
of sea in gull

black aurora
 you look where agora
toward diaspora
you don't enamoure
island Azore
alkyon adore


XXXVIII

the prohibited gulls from these fluffs
reach me metamorphosis I ask them
do you want with new death other masks
they disappear far of from Erebus
runing from sea sun spot await
young plaits cut in Maghreb
I both lived and died at ear phones
that even last ephebe heard me

I did read say of metamorphic stop
the children after Ceyx come you too
what mother Alkyone Gothic sun
oracles fmother you don't go
storm yes to chaotic sonnet
in me an unhindu ash


XXXIX

no gull I'd care for parents
anyhow I mind nobody
as you kill me in Mehedinţi mountains
as I make feet to pampas over house
as grass on school wants endeavors
as flag on tent adopts scythe
as bodies are dead on carpets
as the sentiment isn't of terrace

I've as much air as to find out what I wrote
in insolation as for dream
to pass over virgin paradise
that isn't purgatory in action
with hell only no one step
of man winging waits for us


 IL

 oracle or wind hand
of king's compulsion to drowning
queen may not be odalisque
in bird no discord no hemstitch
love punished until
autumn if passing throughout
wounded Lucifer sideways
you gull to peck'im ram

remained in mas the trouver ananas
with Naso into competition banana(s)
he'd swim at arms and shot
ravished in alkyonian cry
by other punishment contrabass
in a maidan orchestra



ILI

I'd have stopped when you chased me
both from singing and chattering
the sonnet full demijohn
the basement had reflected gods in pitch
convention prayed afion
of those in graves branch
they to whirl medicine in wound
that living wouln't do for us a gala

you spend your allay
not reading I don't quote
from metamorphoses nor gore
enough to you the Maltese falcon
at movie same old archaic wine
from verse also alone I blush



ILII

unsaid at end the timing salto
you're back to life a step above
the flying you chase chisel
for to the pinguins it is plused
so in his memory and alto
you donated the statue and put you
under the gone Rialto's bird
I keep to the alkyon both ways

to heavy dipping answer
 throw the shadow from zenith moira
the sea was to oracle shortcoming
how we had remained in Cairo
to pay us Ion Creangă
and if you would long Zaira


ILIII

on road to sonnets ashes
be strewen in vast cellar
unstrayed Tatar girl
at inn to them rekindle flame
Ovid to Gets on door
entring sadness sigh
we received them kings in wen
ovoid flight in pentagram

we were says among kins the phobic chips
walked by alcedas out of pity
Trachinia of Thracia a grain
another and humble Dacia
again you offend us anaerobic nose
in the Lucifer's night


ILIV

I can't end what I didn't start
Petrarca Voiculescu in abstract
and I didn't passed through eros
in death's descent without act
crass suitor in flowers rut
in air on land in water jact
I give the gull for Menumorut
and no tomorrow or after pertract

I compared them with sun flower
with no success  memory army
of posthumous love the fowls
through courts domestic wish their sbirros
as secretly alkyons love
the valkiries' queen



MAIASTRA  IN  DODII

THE SCULPTOR
MAIASTRA
DODII

(THE OLD)
(THE MUTE)
(THE SUNDAY)
*
ADODIA
*
DODIE (SUNDAY)

To man
Longing

Iondinpom Mănâncăbrâncă
Moşpegroş Usucăţuică

Johnintree Eatshand
Oldongold Driesbrandy

Circle from circle
to try it vehicle

Dodie tragedy
from eyes of Dochias

The child the ancestor
the mute and the fool

Dodie now
Dido pothoumous

From venter you
grazeborn me

In elbows Ipate
in snub Sunday

What's not in wing doesn't wing
it's not in dodie what's not in zodiac

on land on sky
iron bird high

The Hamlet Cocor-crane
doesn't take its flight

DODIE

THE SON

Parents ate unripe grape
and my mouth is set on edge

Father cuts
mother baths

DODIE

Nearest forest
 leafs out waters

From down forest
brook dearest

Bewtween you on valley
a forest flowers

THE SON

Sides outsides
beds with no cloths

and with no for bath
gooses  fly in dust

DODIE

Wonderful wonder
you speak like a girl

Hill from under mountain
pass over foot bridge

THE SON

Mother and father would hear you
and we will see what's about

DODIE

You keep mouth shut
that aren't alone in path

THE SON

Better a rain come
to ask us garm

more a scoarching
to give us kissing

We are quits brothers sisters
frogs strawberries bee eaters

DODIE (THE OLD)

Ene on eyelashes drops
on Vasilica's eyes

Grangur to find them still
Florea after four horses

Empress
higher flyer

aster ox eying
under eagle's wing

In sun's palace
sword of skylark

at wing sad
at mouth proud

from weanling bones
village's columnes

golden eagles to the unlighted world edge
from one side to another be slaughtered

Bird on trunk
trunk on root

Maiastra sings
from the unseen

Parents get angry
at home in the kitchen

THE SON

From all clouds
bring me a bird

Give the lightning
to horses wings

villages of babes
bird of feathers

DODIE

Girl calling
willy-nilly

To cure me
at belly

THE SON

To reach me
the long wing

DODIE

To turn me
the large wing

DODIE

All of us to hide
under wings fathom

THE SON

Let it stay
also sister to come

DODIE

To mount higher
angel to hire

To let down
in old bones

THE SON

O but of darkness I'm afraid
since the bird was birdie

DODIE

You never have seen her
go only and kiss her

THE SON

Up to sky up to gate
with you bosom

DODIE

No dragon
is bad omen

perhaps the bigger
with needles mosquitoes

You speak like mother
and mum like father

THE SON

If I'd grow this night
I'd awake Maiastra

DODIE

So we will wait
until it awakes

Longer is bird's
second the wing

Moon lights
dumb kites

Don't go
to be soiled

THE SON

Maiastra bird
will get awaken

she sleeps beyond cloud
with wings in flight

DODIE

If you sleep on you
she'll give you to the bees

Bird to the ancestor
to give it just now

To frighten it one-two
and to put it on eggs

World's egg
mother's chick

Small world
little bird

Big world
flying bird

Yo go back
I see you all

At courage by hand
you fly a month

you mount in the tree
branches are opening

slip on light
up to root

you dig after treasure
bury you when it flies

then bird
fire flame

THE SON

Returned to haven
the tail of dragon

fallen paper
to take my hat

Mother sings at window
like a Maiastra bird

Father listens with longing
and with hunting thought

DODIE

Come to forests
don't steal wood

Wolf of wolves
and of children

Bear of bears
and of children

Walk only singing on road
otherwise wouldn't be road

So many people like children from far
and children as people almost

THE SON

Sucked from biestings
maiastra bird

DODIE

I heard also
a flutter

More unfluffed
at belly burnt

Milk from fish
don't beware

Mother is black
by where is dear

Father is long
by where is of value

Turning on a side
bird wandering

THE SON

I return to life
on neck of maiastra

I open the eyes in peace
dreamed of the Parcae

I cry mother
it unravels

I cry father
it make drunk

Light's cocks
awaken neighbors

I lie to you all night
to hear my whisper

Eternally poor
maiastra bird

MAIASTRA

Eternally yours
I slip maiastra

DODIE

The camel is little
the swan is hale

The mute the ugly
the old man cock

Light like
Sunday

Like bird
she brings you

THE SON

You stupid of ours
Maiastra more ours

DODIE

You awaken with mother father
also her most enlightened

now you weep
to reach her

up with swans
of quick streams

with childish
tales

Who to play
bird's peace

I was little egg
I grew people

MAIASTRA

I was walking road
border I remained

You dispersed
if I chased

For flying to you
I will go too far

One will follow me
also with the love

With curse other
where we aren't

DODIE

Bird bath them
rock them

until by chance
it fall or flies

They love since then
girls and boys

waters with rocks
rights with lefts

THE SON

Unpasted  from eyelashes
I'd rotate also on waters

among tender bodies
of babes in cradles

Only weep without weeping
and your ungatherd singing

When to climb it is statue
bird which was an it is not

DODIE

it isn't bird
for is burnt

isn't burnt
for is branch

isn't branch
for is eagle

isn't eagle
for is virgin

isn't virgin
for it sweeps us

it doesn't sweep us
for it threshes us

doesn't threshes us
for it tremble us

doesn't tremble us
for it harvest us

doesn't harvest us
for it rocks us

doesn't rocks us
for it is stepmother

it isn't stepmother
for is cave

it isn't cave
for it lightens us

it doesn't lighten us
for it rounds us

it doesn't round us
 for it strains us

it doesn't strain us
for she is young

she isn't young
for make us thinking

doesn't make us thinking
for she is alone

she isn't alone
for she cries hi

doesn't cry hi
for she is afraid

she isn't afraid
for her mothers come

her mothers don't come
for she is their's

she isn't their's
the Fates

the Fates
but Maiastras

DODIE

maiastra oldhood
for poor youthood

for hundred good
we announce nuts

for a mummy
a granny

for an plane
a butterfly bow

on this world
the Maisatra

MAIASTRA

I stop from flying
to don't kill you

I don' t charm you
unto saint spirit

I don't love you
in dragon's haven

I don't somersault
in Constantinople

like in Capadocias
with parents in dodii

I don't more hear you
in raw silences

I don't caress you
golden and silver

but I dip you with humus
in the mother's spit

little hollows and curls
I let be covered

I push you in the chasm
near to the devil

I turn your sight
until nature is blind

I turn you soon
from glades

I take you in the night
where swain  is

BADODIE

DODIE (SUNDAY)

On the way of branch
at soul of the kin

in the land of immortals
in the cradle of clouds

before the traveler
the house of longing

DODIE (THE OLD)

house in desert
day in eternity

beginning of tale
waters with fishes

mysterious fate
in stone warped

columns and rocks
the wedding gates

place upward
hidden in clouds

DODIE (THE MUTE)

Bird gets down
to be evening

Life's pillar climbs
the morning star

When to rise again
the eyes from here

When to descend again
the soul at day break

Stars when fall
don't rise again

DODIE (THE MUTE)

But the sky doesn't fall
that irons keeps it

The iron will not fall
that frost freezes it

The world will not fall
that humus keeps it

The humus will not fall
that mother keeps it

The country will not fall
for ladder keeps it

The ladder will not fall
that horizon keeps it

The man will not fall
that tree keeps him

The tree will not fall
that wood keeps it

The self will not fall
that light keeps it

The light don't fall
that supper keeps it

The hero doesn't fall
that egg keeps him

The egg will not fall
that chasm keeps it

The head will not fall
that needle keeps it

The needle will not fall
that sack keeps it

The sight doesn't fall
that nature keeps it

The nature will not fall
that building keeps it

The stone will not fall
that chisel keeps it

The chisel will not fall
that another keeps it

DIDODIE

MAIASTRA

always bride until the wing
of wedding my groom would bewitch

DODIE (THE MUTE)

cock's crest
old's soul

THE SCULPTOR

She alone and voice
above heard waters

DODIE (SUNDAY)

Above clouds with split soles
underground with soft crowns

THE SCULPTOR

Full crop empty world
inside outside

The desert eye the grain
and low claw the mountain

A hill toward a valley
of flower whited over snows

MAIASTRA

Two times maiastra at wedding
and song without song

THE SCULPTOR

Back awakened
afraid of darkness

The soul after wedding
opposes the bird

clay like
now

till after
us

DODIE (THE OLD)

Happy birds
that I ate them

DODIE (SUNDAY)

To my sons
all breath

To Maiastra the forest
defoliated before

MAIASTRA

My bones
suck you in flight

THE SCULPTOR

I dreamed my mother
up to issue from wood

The steps made me arrow
I return to put them chisel

as house
so stone

rock
hand

egg
new

DODIE

I'm no more
on earth

THE SCULPTOR

I'll cut long
until reach you

DODIE

Cut root in trunk
and trunk in resin

THE SCULPTOR

Come in house
bride

DODIE

I'd see you
I'd liken

our
maiastra

THE SCULPTOR

I liken a
neighbor

neither white
nor fair

DODIE

squeeze it hardly
to don't fly

disappointed of land
detached of wind

THE SCULPTOR

 Let cut
of  halt

THE SON

in the air dents
will be parents

I will smile to them
even I don't hear

THE SCULPTOR

Eyes kissed
by mothers fathers

DODIE

leave on death bed
fate's cymbals

You remained home
the night of bride

MAIASTRA

presentiment day break
among match makers

unknown to the night
the morning of death

Weep it to my sadness
wedding of the morning

DODIE

The Dragobete
passes hurriedly

MAIASTRA

laurel on water
in depth bury me

nenuphar grows me
bride of fish

eagle since life
climbs with me

with right most loved
I marry my soul

it brought me in flight
it left me in cloud

old ghost
to kin mother

DODIE

daughter
of a day

MAIASTRA

I hear a chick
of nobody

His small wing fall
my air rises me

I'd fall I'd make me pit
full with wings of water

I long to catch it
and comprise it

From cursing
to place flying

Let birds know me
fluttering scythes

DODIE

The Dragobete
dances the girls

MAIASTRA

I stay sky stays
I fall from seven fruits

DODIE

One with ours
maiastra bird

sings with tongue
mums with leaf

MAIASTRA

Leave me to nobody
instead of the chick

stallion's grasses
rise through land

DODIE

it grazes outside
and carries us rarely

I feel it and touch
his wing's ankles

MAIASTRA

you fly it in me
whole seven days

DODIE

what you're if you'd be
endless from here

MAIASTRA

I find someone
beyond cloud of star

What it built
it ruined

DODIE

The song bathed
all the Saturday

It wasn't heard
water's love

It searches a wing with other
until it cuts it with chisel

MAIASTRA

Water if pouring above
would caress me with shadow

DODIE

You give yourself in night to devil
and in the day to man

You don't know
slave of woman

THE SCULPTOR

If I kindle forest
the ax cuts fire

MAIASTRA

They claim selves from dead
I keep them in fates

with a boiled feather
in juice of dead women

DODIE

soul of copper
red at mane

desert and alive
naked and rebellion

into eternity
a night at the mill

Young old
on one side

Flied
entire

MAIASTRA

clouds wash me
day awakes me

DODIE

as old pairless
as new dewless

climb the peak
to escape grave

MAIASTRA

I'll die a while
to call me more

to forgive me
 among girls

to throw me
from babes

to fly me
from horizon

eyes up
I snatch

ZODODIE

DODIE

late childhood
early oldhood

MAIASTRA

From a hand on side
I remain only master

And I miss
match maker

DODIE

weddings on fates
bridges on dead

MAIASTRA

Birth better
from me

DODIE

No Maiastra plays
to mister in beard

MAIASTRA

From tale news
from news lives

DODIE

from old venter
of parent

MAIASTRA

My walk isn't
as my soul is

DODIE

My son isn't
as Jiu is

Jiu isn't
as my son

MAIASTRA

My death isn't
as my part

DODIE

My part isn't
as my death

MAIASTRA

my century isn't
as my flying

DODIE

I haven't flying
as my century

MAIASTRA

My longing isn't
as my flying

DODIE

My flying isn't
like my longing

MAIASTRA

my fate isn't
as my gate

DODIE

my gate isn't
as my fate

MAIASTRA

My dodii aren't mute
and not silent my zodiac

DODIE

No silent zodiac
that my dodii are silent

MAIASTRA

Dodiile zodiile
zodiile dodiile

DODIE

Zodiile dodiile
dodiile zodiile


















































KERALA LEOPARD (Purva, scherzo, uttara)

It rained last night of summer
at Christmas the banana tree
that I constrained the loves
both with dodii and with weeping
the long eye of bruise,
threefold Himalaya
like the trouver like a Persian
the pervert neoteric,
like an inn and bamboos grove,
like the trochee broke from iamb,
like a sylph with syphilis
of canzona and abyss,
like forgiveness and Madonna
butchering my corona,
like a dead on purpose
snowed by wedding's requiem,
like a bull too of gold
in a tramping of centaur,
like the South's Ganesh
with no oldman's tooth
I said all the little day
and you didn't hear my play
then lunch after tea
to friends still on.
Through the window how Kerala
my souvenir is mandala
that I was anaerobe slave
to its traces  chips
the hill broken ants
gathers me in matrices 
calendar in two dunes
greened in prayer.
You see dancing nothing
with friend sky on cloud
on the leper slow laurel
girl's smoke in ravines.
The fever of other prince
licked the copy of basalt
as tongue wouldn't snow in vices
unscrutinized on hedgehogs
the shadow of total breast
other cheek profile waves
milk bank eternally unsucked
   stoned by underground.
I didn't see woman yesterday
of forgiven caresses,
I didn't get Keralian leopard
from an eye with weep downstream,
I didn't walk with Tibetan steps
at the girl with many boys
and so to catch you
with a revolver in bindi,
the music fishing
between your fingers.

Stones, shatras and godmothers,
only desert block rock,
the slab searches tankard
midget wound's absence -
up on branch a monkey
she unfetters his louses,
he thrusts her three times
cube of thrills she cries,
claws nape squeeze,
hairs sizzle through grove,
again thrust, back scratching
still more thoroughly,
that rubs loch
as looks to the two,
it trembles the fifth scene
drinking tea semen
delousing some like
with kids alike,
 plush flint wets
the rock with white,
that coupling band jumped
in the tree that side,
again he in she is boons,
the candles of resurrection,
grains of lunch
under bamboos crests.
Kids lick, female suckles,
he brushes her on a side,
red sharpen breasts
with amazed gaps,
cleared woods and tails
of empires you knot again.
Dear reddish sister,
knit more with claw
licked copies from Sarnath,
the cry flea -
the monkeys allowed me
out of respect for my lyre,
while you heated
with ashes on Cris,
if you knew that I'll die
masturbatory on stone,
listen also to finances
genetic calm throwing die,
whore in verse of rhombic  bamboos,
fist in chest on rustic button,
that you stretch with two sons
with father with ointments,
that you wing adultery
down to Cerberus,
at paroles with laymen
seizing their hallucinations
so that I dismounted
peacocks at least singing.

Through twilight of rose itch
the paranimph caress me,
my left knee is on hearse
and on her navel -
I have inner reasons
with keeping in mind,
I have from education
an aspect of grace
when my knee wrap up
in auroral navel:
give me Christian knee
gnawed tusk and shaved ass,
I will turn the beataxe
virgin with flower cunt.
Other furrow's ray in dance
in the knees keeping balance  -
well, madam, that i died
and your land I loved.
She draws Sprie stone
and resurrects my vein
in that flower broke in long
with you to get striped.
Smoke to memory a sheepfold,
wolfed on a side,
in hidden deserts
my girl to appear,
with her my eye to tear out
and also to hit my mouth,
hosting also a bullet in lips
bored by lock.
I swear lost to shoot myself
to this night's draught -
the agony in pencil
and little has remained
as a baptismal in Gange
as ashes in a hook
grounds of pocket
that i drank with hand
if I'd have give it to beggar
I would have get mangalam.
Mind hiccoughs  its slobber
with hope of pellicle
planet under bar
undulating python -
it isn't paint in painting,
ox in field and field in ox,
in to vault you strain on me
lantern with two bulbs,
extinguish a bulb, to geisha give
your check on what you saw
only dead to resurrect
with lungs like vineyard 
 of me to take hold
with tear and more










































NEW YORK RAMAYANA



F 09

do cover over unjoining
panic’s anima kama to Rama
Shiva laments to nonwidow Rathi

he knows his song don’t weep him you orant
god made us you gave us birth
I still should turn on what side

rooted in mother land
you’ll put me to recite chalisa
mother Seeta abducted to garden








SEETA

(im)maculate abduction
under abducting myth
time to you impasse

failed abduction father
mother in united cult
Madhura Magdala

I came to senses
Ramayana in New York
Elisaveta Yasodara




ABDUCTION METHOD

abducted Seeata Rama
Lakshmana absent
not so Hanuman

predators of virtue
opposed to sandals
witnesses of killing

abduct me soul cries to god
abduct me bred temptation is translated
crush yourself on abducting time wheel


ABDUCTED

America is Ravana Seeta is the abducted
world Rama didn’t change himself
our mother is of godhead

dearer dearing Seeta
is neither Radha in Vraja
nor Savitri resurecting the dead

permission Krishnaits Savitrins
I pray to God’s Mother for Seeta
I pray to Seeta for God’s Mother



ABDUCTED

in study own salvation dance the goodness
abducted Rama himself  in person of loved Seeta
Seeta salvating herself mountain and weapons

God loves also the one he kills
Bali the killed Ravana Vidu
dropped by foliage folklore composition

God kills also the one he loves
kills himself turns into resurrection
the beggar begs us to pass through him



TO MOTHERS’ MOTHER

I’ll miss the unheard departure to Lanka
 for the sake of an inspiration as I missed
mother abducted in beatings by father then both

I’ll miss the plane for New York
for mature Amsterdam caught in
justice improvised by somnolence

I’ll miss the dead’s gratitude
for  a former life razed at interior
order like now in disorder




KALI

Kali more Seeta more Mary  more Radha
stringing our heads on thread from a
birth on forefathers’ darkness

lost in my death’s birth
I pray to you killing nascency
for keeping our hearts to spring

I bow to inconceivable overbelieving
in graces of god and of the abductor
loosing themselves  in our growth



GLORY TO THE CANCER

let Radha teach us forest’s way
Savitri pulling also us out
of cutted tree sculptured Maiastra

glory to mother’s cancer to father’s paralysis
for you to pray for their birth
we stick to you anonymous immigrants

prayer of prayers to mothers’ mother
to Rama to Hanuman
in the garden of Christ’s Mother




GANESH

the will of receivers of abducted women
hidden by Ravana’s gardens
at once Ganeshan incompleteness

Ganesh in America should be the theme
the cutted time like tusk of Ganesh
the son in stories of ours

in Indian Ocean on Africa in Atlantic
in Thai also gulf in tsunami
Hanuman strnghtened me in courage


BALL

it snows blackly ball on meninx
no courage I have to photograph
to run from America to Iraq

white pillar to Gertz Plaza mall
well that I forgot the white tie
well that I have black shirt

even the sun left me incest
where the psychosis propped me
from trees’ ornaments


ARNAM

arnam Brahma food is god
Sri Chinmoy played fifteen instruments
then silent meditation and dvds shared

dinner with roses on questionnaire I wrote
close to god through songs and
still more through resulting silence

pandit that a writer at phone
first time no then already yankee
in New York only for Ramayana bhai


PAX RAMAYANICA

global Ravanic terrorism
the old one makes pranayam at tea
dios del fuego balck pyramid

with never a cloud in the skies
may every moment of sadness
prove only a joy in disguise

no one religious sum spiritual
spirituality unites religions
persons of divine revelation


SHAPE

there are animals better than humans
Ravana could have been killed only by monkeys or men
Hanuman embodiment  of Shiva guru of the universe

neither I believe in god
this is god’s mistake not mine
his grace didn’t want to come into my life

without Hanuman’s help one can’t be Rama’s devotee
right guide monkey shape also Brahma could be
at coronation in Ayodhya all monkeys take human shape


MERRICK

no standing anyway but I’m wet
after all cherries on Hook Creek
back Eldorado’s Lal with Lalan

under this bridge the woman gives  birth to war
with sin toward peace Merrick past
rain’s cruise do not lean on door

I write myself Ramayana orthodox Easter
in gospel Seeta Mary shed magnolia tree
the girl gets down before library



LATIN

electrified tables for computer
small girl looking to paradise’s dictator
Latin Gutmberg’s annoteted bible

Quintus Smirnaeus The Fall of Troy
John Quinn The Man from New York
Iliad war Ramayana dharma

go in as much America you want get back
from secundary citizenschip unslept sleep
reading room as as a  stadium NYPL


DRAGO

Drago shoe repair extrogenius Dracula
by grace of god who is Rama shanti
seriocomic extreme the god of hell

rain by window of theatrality
flood over New Yorker Ganesh
his tween tusks went to the dogs

harder than New York neither pork I retort
girls left themselves on Archimedes’
pouring on them golden ware from thunder



PANDIT RAM LALL

Pandit Ram Lall doesn’t advise Indians to come
in America no what to do here any talent
is bought home is more recognized

Chand colleague with them rich and how cold
anybody how his nature is fair he is claming
seniority to me I am older uncle John Ion

all artists in the second line sri Ram Tulsidas Valmiki
great men pandit’s dream to bring Ramayana in
New York Hanuman Chalisa sanathana dharma



RAMARAJA

divine aesthetics at sarod distinguished yogi Chinmoy
silence  small conversations seem cries I still write you
whip of silence empire garland calypso

urge carry his sitar he leaves no applause
big word sacredness of the conference sin of difference
religious and communist zones materialist countries have no future

Ramaraja ideal love for people more than for self
Ravanaraja Mary put by pope to distroy nonchristianity
Rama in Shiva Rameshvara Shiva param guru


WHAT ELIADE WROTE TO ME

famous carbonization of lightning the black squirrel
I translated to you what Eliade wrote to me you are more
than America unfried potatoes lost libido

 entering  the movie I decoloured myself postcatholic fresco
nails in eyes beaks in tree bark
who perspires let fighting woman be filmed by Giordana

mulish money caps irritated Tartaria the imitation
of forest instead of fiends  dancing their crucification
who kills Medea’s children from America to Colchida



OPUSCULE

the self in Hanuman’s house reciprocal
knowledge through war beheaded present
having not rest from havy armies

the distance from centre frontier  people
fish of real blood shadow
look at your alpine slope wormwood

nuts in oak trees white flowers
god take me again at singing
minuscule opuscule New York Targoviste


 TIRASPOL

Draculia’s Cyberia gone down geography
countries at morgue the oblivion in front of fairies
refused identity in mirror with poppies
too many killings all around inside

the blood of own shut dead ones
tell me who kills you and I’ll tell who you are
with whom you accompany you aren’t in Pitesti any more
on small is beautiful a hydrogen bomb

Sumatra Romania at Brandemburg gate
Geoachimo checkmates the anonymous in 1619
Boscolo on Alfieri aridity to delight for nobody
submarine jumps the ocean Fidelio in Tiraspol



PELASGIC  STATUES

grey fingerprins on dead’s tea
gallows the half cross string of belladonna
thirsty stones sympathy to Sindbad
from forests forefathers to the descendents of absence

pelagic statues in party of carbide
alarms enrich our repertory
postRomanian tirade to bird silence
the frogs outstripping our flooded libido

who helping you not but gloriously crippling  you
stealing your patience leaving you down
awakening you reluctantly stay still with whom
said I to speak any more  what language


REDEEMED NEW YORK

we translate between us breath’s identity
illustrate our reclusion in obsessionless reverie
have place almost all in own America
and will explode in a Sarmatian notice

the trance of troubadour wagtail plaice  wings
our leaf will still grow to recognize us
elephant head from a tooth resonance energy
extraordinarily to call me martalog

ubiquitous exile local people in gallows
crosslike threads first thing I castrate you
spread charisma dialectic litter
in cinmantonic dreams redeemed New York



THE CIVIL MARRIAGE

if I wouldn’t kept with the cow I would flown away
firman fireman l’uomo non vive soltanto con pane
eating of Christ neither secret self forgetting
less France l’ouvrier polonais a big devil

theves job to steal state job to catch them
oil in Moldova is poorest but best
distillery too many refineries in Romania
Petromidia hasn’t to do it is for Arabian countries

overture to Raghuvamsa opera in Pârvu Rosu
smoke’s noise ash diaspora on sabbat’s water
penknife de Marseille with button on back bench
confidentially I’ve finished the novel civil marriage


SOLAR DYNASTY

at Ayodhya reigned Dilipa Raghu Aja Dasaratha
Rama avatar of Vishnu and more 24 solars in 19 cantos
from Raghuvamsa by Kalidasa to be pastisched with Manu
his son toward son serving Nandini heifer from Surabhi

on Sindhu he conquered husbands of blushing Huna women
thousands of camels and mares carry treasure received by Kautsa
beings lighted from sun lamp from lamp son from son
land to the feet of royal duty milked sky

Indumati gives birth to Dasaratha thousands years pass
Ravana persecuting the gods then Rama from Kausalya
Bharata from Kaikeyi twins Lakshmana and
Satrughna from Sumitra reincarnate Vishnu


VALMIKI

in the navy Pushpaka from Lanka to Ayodhya he shows to Seeta
Malyavat Pampa Chitrakuta Ganga Yamuna Sarayu
political slander on her stay in stranger’s house order
to Lakshmana to leave her on Ganges when pregnant

the sons Kusa and Lava taught by Valmiki Ramayana
to sing to their father at horse sacrifice killed Sambuka
he will receive Seeta back if she will prove pure
to her subjects she mortgages and her mother earth  embraces her

ruined was Ayodhya after death of Rama
Adhidevata calls in dream Kusa at reign
his bracelet slips in water Sarayu and naga
Kumudvati returns it together with her hand



THE SMALL MOTHER OF SON-IN-LAW

dedication sounds for Alexandra-Maria Victor
and pandit Ram Lall in tune with our New
York Ramayana first cover you on screen
last the pandit from index his walls only diplomas

over ministery at Stavropoleos who at weddings more kingly
than  Brancoveanu to jubilate obvious anturium
Plata didn’t transcribe her postValmiki discours
neither Kadamban nor Tulsidas gayatry in Rig Veda

Kalidasian providence tomorrow you bride were born
these days I would versionate in English libretto
of other opera direction of waiting until wedding big parents
of daughter- in-law much will dance you small mother of sun-in-law


ADDRESSES

the octopus’  skeleton in hump of comparisons
I call first auditions from Ramayana of self chase
they pretendedto be fools for living as wanted
feminity symbol beyond sinful freedom

relif of torture is something in nature of things hemlock
when taking opium chicks shine English the
most tubrcular country treated with laudanum
in movies a death is more beautiful than another

Greek land is made out of Aromanians
from god we come in god we return
and I forget slowly Latin any town is full of addresses
lost fractal vowel genesis consonant extinction
 Other Poems in translation

               on the next day


on next day I ran to the mill
listening its beating I hadn’t
even a fist of flour and the meal
you remember rats ate it
how we killed all in wedding night
twelve they were and had stolen dishes
in a hole near cold oven nay
eleven as the twelfth went
under piglings’ hogsty and finding
match oh how we killed them
with younglings how we caught also fox
in cellar I met a serpent
but I had pity to kill it
why so woman god left
if a madman digs cellar
you’re mad too if leave serpent
he wasn’t so mad poor fellow
he never mixed with any until
let him now madman died
and we remained who put you
I didn’t think when my clock rung
to become orphan I had got old 
a grandson swung in cradle
a rain started to pour
covered court and house hall
entered garden cradle got cold
grandson followed lightning
to meet at once my father
and falling his ancestor he ran away
over pound courtlike but gardenless
let snake lie let thank god
woman come in mind now your house
increased and deserted feeds
flees of god’s lit summer 
it was a night only light
wolves ate sheeps in forest
and good father on their trace passed night
bringing in village halves of sheeps and ewes


bow before foreign woman

beauty you understand the word
see is a whisper from heavens
for your ignorant hearing
perhaps I am cursed so
my love be ushered in all rooms
and resound up to mountains peak
but seeming not understandable to you
you know also translators opposed me
and lie by now under my white flags
dead man woman you have nobody alive
tortured by hate the buried kin
listen don’t guard so much
soon hunger will ugly you
as beauty hungers you today
why destiny would rest indebted
to you only from sons  disappeared empire
your forgiven brother alone gave his death
before he’d order in your language
to live more in memory of all
Zalmoxe is named your son
if you’ll conceive I put custom
all you fellows to bear names
given before and so dearly dreamt
Zalmoxe call him tell Zalmoxe
and come to senses don’t forget
Zalmoxe mark in your mind
and break yourself as if this
is your gift from my love
Zalmoxe is your gift Zalmoxe
this is enough to know in winners’ language
nobody would talk to you
on behalf with name of Zalmoxe
don’t cry don’t Zalmoxe
be his birth giver be Zalmoxe
don’t perish Zalmoxe
resurrect yourself Zalmoxe



throw devil’s mask

throw devil’s mask
 he crosses self
glues face of demonic face
shadows thicken he grins at them
tears up his face shadows thicken
then he play to them a pantomime
throwing mask
throwing his face
pillar breaks in his hand like bread
cuts sun’s mask in forest
bark furrowed by faces
mask glued by broken pillar
cutter cuts it in shapes
shadows manifests  in Hades
cut him at paradise’s gate
cut up god
first around saint decibels
my face got covered in a dream
I have cut tree mask maker bark
pillar with mask on face
ghosts imagine
black mask on white body
devil Salomea laughs
he had cut Ion’s head
devil laughs cut head
on a skinned pillar
the cut on whited
devil weeps on rot of paradise
cuter throws him
mask maker don’t speak to him
mask maker is cuter
but pillar falling
face falls at earth
buried by saint ghost
no mask maker no cuter
only shadowing body
under shadows of décor
he shows all décor of some surrounding
and extinguishes extinguishes extinguishes to be stronger 
god don’t light candle
in capillary masks’ skull
that a child in front of him rises
when didn’t cut neither woods nor in bark masks
you to await in mask in wood await
and world’s strongest falls again on mask
don’t let pillar fall for badly would hit him
he was dreaming manly on weeks
mountains traveled by a colombina
broken of love and she was of wood
born from passionate flesh
to be loved firstly with eyes
sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart
he was manly dreaming sweetheart
and in forests traveled with axe
and cut perfect trunks
up to blameless pillar
his axe became mute from before
and they started up on a side
above where forest weren’t
oh if axes would be heard singing
over heavenly silence mirrored in pitch
if they would be heard and they aren’t
and they run and at once fall asleep
beyond a tree axe takes shape of serpent
and whistles only for forest’s virgin
whistles beautifully that fruits fall
in flute’s bed by cuter followed
if axes would be heard singing
he dreamt to awake from dream

mask maker had parted from sorrow
he remained to whistle to that shape
perfumed saint mother
with saint child who from saint ghost whines
but he doesn’t heard him sights fly
and descend only for babe
is perhaps she babe and perhaps whines
of her longing when was saint
like now but another time

with god at face
mask maker sold his masks
forest shaved its cutting
perhaps is time you come
but how with shadows Christ
 a child is in player’s being
and one near him less wept
us to weep or one from up to weep us

and perhaps man of secret laments by heart
good-for nothing connoisseur beautiful child
a cuter on this world still existed
and in heavens climbs rumble of forests cut down
and axes beat not to get roots
in world’s hearing the wept by lord
mask maker walks softly like in dream
to wear his last mask far away
between flutes deadly deafening

mask maker I play he played in last mask
black he surround himself by demon
red in wept eye trembles
feces submerge in forests
cut by wood cutter
before to discover the abyss
his life didn’t end
or he didn’t live his end
he scattered his mask namely
to follow it himself until meet it
and demon smiles to him at crossroad
cutter’s pillar rises
on way where angel had fallen
why wouldn’t be cheerful mask maker
when his mask flutters unblackening itself
with eyes in golden sight
rejoice even in you would rest
ghost what ghost you patched
in ox’ skin in lamb’s fur
in pork’s hair in coal
enjoy you mask maker
and he doesn’t he made it to me

prayer to gladden me
when I’ll play him also author was
at face but this had broken a hand
see how man broke his hand like bread
he said I intern my hand in hospital
it is worth to go to hospices
at once with your demiurgic hands
demons flow from fingers
and said go and see what people
gathers believing that I harlequin
doctor will come to heal them 
from a movement of eyebrow
a tale with a mask maker I asked from him
and his last mask

he took our word
didn’t decide himself and let me free
for he was thinking to a child
carrying  mask full of fear
he turned it in profile
it was an axe to cut
had teeth saws
beat it child
to put it on my face
and take it out and play

he says to me

I want to die under mask ravished
to bury him burying me
and mask immortal laughed wept
face profile my face
I am afraid to let it in palms
how afraid am I of a cut palm

 venerable faces you still remember
masks of the old

mask maker and cutter parted
mask alone shined
it makes mask maker’s face
cudgel grows body
saints peels off ghosts
then poor starts poor it


From mill


from mill toward village a half
of kilometer unloaded rambles
a man returning from town
far off as Fagaras Mountains
he looks it’s night says nothing
speaks what speaks deals
with a woman unseen if she threats
 him for in sleep is dripping wet of sweat
he doesn’t start to right as churches wait for him
on left unrotated earth stops him
he still to mill feels going
but wouldn’t grind his bones dear
will it indeed enter something his hand
or in vain we wait him to strain in basket
firstly he thinks himself barefoot loving dust
his cloths fall cranium remains
on it wind thoughts to thin him
until it will dispel living flour
he tries trees if not shot into ears
he wants in arms mother in arms wit small child
he wants with his ribs to root side
better than dead in world mill
light off he will preserve in window
for so much he asks a life from branch
only that branch sends him to not stay
alone grinding mill on bad weather
hey did you take your salt birds are
ready eggs to knead bread
come on dead village loves you in dead mill
flour in sack also I for what mouths to carry
from mill towards village looks Gica
through wave of wheel he feels is moving
and sometimes even walks among men
by bald miller dismissed
they all with eyes to a horse at once
from palms beat when its limb undo
miller turns his had
to know who didn’t applaud his horse
while there reckoning Gica
laughed as cartilage in horse doesn’t quite pull
oh what a pleasure life as it is
if he could live it in world mill
cigarettes formerly smoked on pool’s bank
sparkle nets with fishes on bottom 
saline blows in them from under ground
beheaded moving loch’s taste
fried to roll it in stripe of meal
like in heated room what a life






               MAROC PATERNELLEMENT


pourquoi allez-vous à Rome
bottines cirées Casablanca
le train ira à Marakesch
le temps est dessiné à l’envers sur la montre

non-inclinés parents au murmure du cornouiller
Dieu nous mène où bon Lui semble
des mobiles sur la musique musulmane
redevable à l’Italie comme tous les sujets de Trajane

pour rêver le repos cerisier je prends
la clé des champs le chagrin perdu pour l’indifférence
condamnable euphorie d’avant la tombe
un souvenir ou deux entre l’archipel

peut-être tu es un bateau m’emporter par là
car ici je m’emporte moi-même en blanchissant bonjour
longobardes lombardes vandales andalousites
bistritsa de bistrots s’agenouillant en orthodoxe

encore une plaie fleurissant dans une peinture
de Delacroix je dessine des équipes volantes
sur la terre de Casablanca
des nuages blancs je m’appelle Anca

………………………………………………

ceux ci lisent de moi
de droite à gauche
les lettres
non pas les mots non pas les pensées

je tourne le dos à la raison
des hommes la face vers
la prière opposée
crépuscule nuage blanc

j’ai photographié mon ombre
échappé à la patrie
je veux mourir enfant de ma mère
caille marocaine

ALILUION

Fernando in Lunfardo
coupa santa bardo
en la barba en el tango
Jorge dries for Elena
the gipsy girl’s tear
poppy pampa face
azul on all fours jazz


bandoneon
 band of Ion
tango in sleep
bardo beard of Tagore
en catalan y provencal


left in hoary wall
milonga burt me all
melancholy extol
aliluion all o’ Ion
guitar in Pantelimon
on foxtrot & cancion


I call you on phone
from a chameleon
satyricon sanskriticon
Sergiu by pen
extracts my cerumen
sanatana grain


VEIL

moon ship
drowns sword
ah afraid am I of moon
crazy caravel
veil danced
bullet’s weave
 
bride from bride
ray armour
swims heart
minimum anima
fugue milonga
tango conga

pace grazes
horse relics
grass gun
gulps down
don’t dance again
veil sword

posse sympathy
vitriol revives
in needles berreta
quickly Margareta
don’t leave awa’
gaucho opera

young old
amour I murmure
glance race
on moon’s cross
veil sets free
grass on scythe


DRAGON

you swept stage
 sea arena
pairs the sand
with no love
girl boys are
dragons’ sons

don’t enamour
to son anchor
dance yourself
verse yourself
combatant
on the toes

mother hears of
 other nymphet
as swept
tyrant sole
keep your breath
sea breaths you

kill any
dragon many
in Spanish
in Creole
in cabaret
at concert


ANGEL

angel angeliono angelicatta of orange trees
pair to self dances sings recites tango
haiku without people but la cumparcita over dictator
it’s in vain doctor you listen Net King Khole

Maria Anghel ah Yamini Krishnamurti
tandava Raja Reddi wife daughter
at mill at Făgădău in Moulin Rouge
Mireio in Maillane Fausto in Colon
doctor in vain you listen Net King Khole

compose Rumi the music for the unwritten
embraced icon vergin
Vincent van Gogh d’Indy d’Onofrio
sapphire violet blossoms Parma
Vincent van Gogh d’Indy d’Onofrio
doctor you listen in vain Net King Khole

make paces Pasi vero on paper milonga
heart Sicily Tasmania Tierra del Fuego
pirouette the last spiral inferno
only now through angels China
in vain you listen doctor Net King Khole



IN MILONGA

in milonga in Cobia
puberty tango
with monastery girl
in Buenos Aires
in arena’s arms

in bramble pea
brambleberry harevest
over leg of ears
the sun rises
mother tango




Orzari Ferentari Berceni
wind me tender
with closed eyes dumbing
old whisper my little eye
now only tango


tango hamlet tango townlet
tango silver suburb
what Paris didn’t see
 how we cured of cancer
how we join La Plata

in milonga in Palermo
in gallery with Sciascia
under Calcutta’s bunyan
in parolace in blood
in tango

 


DO

do bring horse bring me
mad Thule
clay heart
chess amour swell
he doesn’t bear
my paces forfeits
killing foetus
of old guard
  

su spina
or dictates
nervousness
broken jugs
dance on legs
you fall on back
horse
to bear

lasso colossus
pityless
mangle me
ruminate me
mujercita
mioriţa
compose me
dance me

dance pawn
on pole throne
re patron
port on Rhone
we will flower auras
you harvest us Moor
we will fade as bulls
corpses of Moors




NEFERTITI & BORGES

 clouds’ pyramid
dribbles
 rains’ face
 your face
eyes almonds
unhappy
Nefertiti

may be not she
may be not you
tigerless Jorge
defoliated horse
exorbitated  Pharaoh
pam-pam pampa
sweetheart
Nefertiti

 you dance spiral
parainfernal
Beatricean
cin-cin ocean
she may you may
olvido
Ovid
retractile tact
pace the act

pyramid dribbles
figure on figure
cloud on cloud
tango on tango
when you’d wash
weep face Nefertiti
Jorge dragon
in milonga longa

Retold verse

Friday, September, 3, 2004. Back from Buenos Aires - see prohibition of Latin script in Voroninistan -, I have to go out of house, with this old laptop – gold and bronze but argentum for Argentina – lacking Romanian script, and so using another kind of language, playlike, translating excerpts. To start with the end, gaucho-tango notebooks are already out of touch, too, like myself as selfobjects. What way to feel what?
Transbudhvana transcribes from The Buddha and others. Here still less. Why? Pedantry? Survival? Pass to Maiasra then, to dodii. Again? Just instead of reviewing Tharoor’s Nehru. Such escapism, final. Take from references injuries and translate - trans-/Dneister. Recognition may be clarified inentionally. No novels, just novelty of selfrecognition, at last. Nobody cares, Sakuntala-Argentina (changes again Europe!). One word.

               Morocco after father


Morocco has on back cover a photo of my father between his father and mother. Here is for the first time written this, to be known. In fact, I searched vainly Dietrich’s and mine staying at table in Maillane bistro Progress. I am not sure he escaped in troubadours land like others in Latin America. Well, caballeros, I am looking forward to finding an exile in my own writings, some of them, unknown, unrecognizable, unfoundable.
Annie suffered not to have said something of Freud but for being repulsed why that, after feeding us and giving books to kids and retreated. Founding chronicles and portraits of presidents all offended even cocarde  in hands of bored inventors, in horns of bulls at once. The mayor and Vercingetorix voted one way but collages flooded on to Fisher aesthetic further, surely so mythems  in widowed homosexual, exposed valachianly.
Southern –sur – drinking of strong wine with corrida meat, but troubadour got blindness from juntas if we may compose endlessly odes to gnomes, words for hallucinations, suspended rotten palomitas. Own south, spring in February Provence, September Patagonia. This machine is for cutting uneducative  writings, Le Pen for children, may I, adult, have, no permitted, no large vision for blind, no all Romanian music at sight as some may be given to borrowers, God give them happiness and to their families and pleasant Camargue joc.
Vamos, Samos. From the characters of vast omission you gathered on high with a carabine. You hit yoga, hit Eliade, you hit ahimsa, hit Gandhi. More you escape with life, with medal from criminal. Maldoror, Gardel. When one enters your head you make it that happens. I kept your wife hot. I dreamt I were arrested on a text of posted terza rimae. I greet you, herr doctor, the train is coming if you are not even late. Afrca, salesman.
If I were girl I were married with the richest. If she had an elder sister. She is my cousin sister and is like my sister, I can’t refuse her. At 18 with two children, so I like it, bet she takes an Italian. Americans have the right to disappear. On traces of Leon Panteleev. No one Romanian in own blood. Kill us to relax us if even us haven’t cares, expansion eastward. You didn’t start with you combustion of repression in abyssal cascade.
I even loved peoples I applauded the silence. It lived well until suicide, it remained little from grace of longing. You, killer, blocked Olt depresses me with drowned envied that something could happen to them, a life hardly to be recognized, hardly we great each other. Country not country neither government nor Americans back into village sword in scabbard grave. Unwillingly we renounce to identity with indigenous knowledge.
Urgent anthropological research Ranchi symposium to take you to a tribal village which I am sure you will enjoy. People loves you if you have enemies. We travel in alchemist inertia. Only weak faith seeks big things. All my existence an occasion of poor writings. In this war we have not permission to fight. Province of solitude, province of renunciation, Thracians exiled in Montana. What you have done for me by actualization of Antonescu and bringing to Florence of my paper on Brancusi that means you did celebrated me.
Abhijnana anagnorisis. Vezuvius erupts in Petronius. Vague Wagner agni. God brings us where he wants. I walked barefoot in dream like this lunatic woman in medina. Sight of god in jama el fna. I came to see a criminal I thought you have no time – I have. What distinguishes me from this sea girl, perhaps what distinguishes him from the ocean. Such a white bird that didn’t shadow me anymore. The butterfly whited us undressed us of negritude.
You have no choice no things no tears of poet Morocco. Are you writing to journal mister – no miss I am writing books. Drawings by Miloudi Nouiga. I almost renounce to search the criminals. Even in mirror to don’t follow the poet of Marrakech. Father after Maroc three years later between Ladea and Buzinschi unto the meaning Trinidad after mother. We resembled we were near dear I imagine myself Muslim with no crucifying.

(Twice mistaken and spoiled,sunny mad nightmare, counter selected by destruction. No more Maiastra in dodii and Transbudhvana, and full day and wish out of existence. This be a sacrifice from side of the restricting fate, on theme prayers of parents are the best. Trying again what, perhaps chess).

               Maiastra in dodii


Very animal is the war, and captain called Grigorescu, like our godfather (with cross painted by father, followed in the job by alcoholic painter), but fanfare started tears of not being him. Look at dead brother snake, and brother’s father died because he didn’t go to war but crushed by a tree he was carrying, what good should have been the endwar for him.

We the children of dead children
have also other rest
than life after death
our love for our mother
while she takes our life
for making the king suffer

Two tragedies, the child adds, one that Mister  Sergiu Al-George died, and second, at Qutab Minar, the light extinguished and thirty children died; if he wouldn’t go to Bucharest, it could happen also here, to all of us it will happen, also to you and to me.
My being in this world is a bullet.

Transbudhvana


I am afraid of what I kill. Why does God kill Man? Death does it saying, God give me something to do.
Nine elephants are lined up in the East Our daughter struck by lightning. In the mountains, I will make for you a real mountain – I’ll take snow and I’ll make it.

Light of the day you are for ever
we are those who die
hold you master maiastra in the sky
washed by the storms your divine bridge
bent over the seas toward horizon with
wings made by me
I’ll balance my journey in the heavens
and in my arms I’ll carry the icon of
your apparition


We love you under the tree of life.
Put me down in the application as a reference, your friend on the falling trapeze. I am back in Buenos Aires. Venice was the nearest we approached to you. I was just wondering if you are interested to work in Buthan. Today there is strike in the bank. Comme vous, je vis pauvrement. No one can escape by realizing the tragedy of the poem.

in love let fall the ghosts
in the leaves of aloe
as to be recognized
by female sorrow
which have to give birth
to dying mask of Shiva

(Plan over?). Some failed readings. Retold what? Trivia.
You’re a stomach like me you’re a bullet. Fear of death in another place than writing. If you feel dying every day death bored like you. Be wise in any language clever synonymy.  Why do you write in English no more Romanian. No matter of language no matter of meaning. Fishing solitudes enlarged by prohibitions. Everything you have to say is for yourself. In our lives we see the best of us in others. Indeed is a wonder to get born and die later. By suffering I understand mainly to be happy. This is the chapter of Buddha Eminescu.

               In Recognition


It was canceled the trip to Burns’ house. Ye Highlands and ye Lowlands. It rained in Borders bookshop. As many syllables in  Shantiniketa as in Salistea de Sus.

Hanuman is human
no like Gingis Khan
no Yankee American
neithar Janos nor Ivan



Dodii

throwing the mask
throwing his face
the pillar breaks in hand like bread
cut the sun’s mask in forest
bark furrowed by faces
the mask glued to broken pillar
the cutter cuts it in shapes
shadows manifestoes from Hades
he cuts it at paradise’s gate
up he cuts god

               Mamma Trinidad


Columbus went to India



and reached Trinidad
I came to Trinidad
and arrived in India
lovely but on Indians’ hand
mata ji Jasodara Ramsdeo however
had come to see me like mamma

 

               Mother Medea in Paris


Arhimedea. Astianax between Hastinapur and Hastings. The memory of mother Medea in Notre Dame. Mitterand. Gold, golden number in  destiny of our mother travelling on Argo. You’ll follow from now Mother Medea at Pa(ri)s.

               Fear of the Orient


O it’s long time
From May to December,
But time gets short
When you reach September.


               White Ants


puthi-katha oi poka
manushke jane boka
boy kena se ye cibye khaena
ei laga tor dhoka

               Buddha and the Colonel


Comrade Colonel, may I report you on a question?
before the dinner I added
well by zen one becomes Buddha
by revolution one becomes Judas
and Judas at dinner kissed Jesus

               La Gioia


A duality theorem for linear congruences.

               Poeston


Charlestown of Boston in Lincolnshire.
Christ scientist Edgar scientist Mrs. Eddy.
Charles Boston Nirvana of Edgar’s birth.

We like Boston
We were born there
And pehaps it is just
As well not to mention
That we are heartly
Ashamed of the fact

               Pelasgos


La crisis de los paradigmas. Discurso del sentido comun en la frontera norte.
Many thanks for your kindness in giving me a chance to read Rethimno guide.
I don’t mind a man runs away with a woman, but I am ashamed when this is my father, at his age.

               The Buddha


…ton ‘Parinior’ (from Parinirvana?)
…Try Parinior or Parinirvana during mother’s cancer in this or other chapter. Roc belonged to Rosincrucians,  India, and Eileen, then you all belonged to him.
…It is always nice to inaugurate.

               About George Anca


“I had gone together with poet Gheorghe Anca.” (Vasile Vaduva, 1971)
“an invitation to communion.” (Mihai Sora, 1973)
“A Giorgio Anca da Eugenio Montale 1973.”
“I thank you for 10 Indian Poems.” (Mircea Eliade, 1978)
“…correspondence, monad, regarded initially as in Baudelaire and rediscovered in Eminescu’s universe.” (Zoe Dumitrescu-Busulenga, 1973)
“…a remarkable young man, with a vigorous talent, and an impressive power of suggestion.” (Romulus Vulcanescu, 1973)
“I knew young Gheorghe Anca in hypostasis of poet and prose-writer, with pure sound and accent of originality in his generation… from today on…the third… namely the hypostasis of man of culture, of man of science, of literary critic and historian.”(Grigore Popa,1973)
“Gheorghe Anca writes beautifully, handles well information with romantic passion of an autodidactic, who discovers new worlds, has intuitions and observations of great finesse.” (Romul Munteanu, 1973)
“…the accomplishment of Mircea Eliade’s thought in youth to make Eminescu systematically known within Sanskrit world.” (Ioan Alexandru,1983)
“…restituendo, attraverso la lingua, il grande Eminescu alla cultura cui  - mediatamente o no – poeta tanto deve, sia della sua formazione spirituale, sia delle sue scelte esistenziali.” (Rosa del Conte, 1982)
“… a shanti workshop pleading for the awakening of the constructive spirit towards international peace” Ion Iuga, 1982)
“Prof. George Anca’s Gitagovinda is a remarkable transcreation of the haunting rhythm and melody of Jayadeva.” (Sisir Kumar Das, 1983)           
“Anca is a poet of thoughts’ fantesy. ”(Constantin Mateescu, 1984).
“George Anca’s rhyme to destructuring (and restructuring?) world we live in.” (Ioan St.Lazar,1994)
“…king of Dodias.” (Ioan Ladea, 1999)
“Gerge Anca is a writing machine who writes at a writing machine.” (Victor Nita, 1999) 
“…founder of a new style and, equally, of an original literary language.” (Ion Soare, 1999)
“This director Anca makes vary good things at Pedagogical Library.” (Sorana Coroama-Stanca, 2002)
“Gentlemen, George Anca is the creator of stylist snow.” (Veronica Anghelescu, 2000)
“In fact, either readers will not exist.” (Alex. Stefanescu, 2003)
“The volume of debut published by Gh.Anca proposes a poet with expressive lightenings, of sensorial source, in search of genuine state of communication with the universe: I invoke the love with a silk/until voids come to cover it/and to move it clearly, floating/shameful. The magic perception is often mimed through syncopation of communication, as if the poet would be an initiated in mysteries he can not translate them otherwise than through unusual combinations of words: Alienate yourself when know/how sleep came from down/being next day able to try/ the same breakable clay/for you didn’t lower living layers/ to the dust and it didn’t spin. From here to the throwing of word in any context according to prosodic reasons, it is but a step, which poet makes with no constraint: And they worked female cloth/and slept at evening like in alcohol/and the Girl’s body too far away naked/lost from their eyes, you elite. The verses aren’t however lackeing a candide freshness, which the author subordonate forcibly to an archaic mentality: Good at ugly with Serpent at neck/on bank unlocked by foot/the greening sweated. Sun on acorns pushed to catch you/reeds bent only in a part/a lotus in sky with underwater cloud, room owner. (Roxana Sorescu, 1980)
“1968 – Gheorghe Anca debuts with the placket of poetry of diverse inspiration, Invocations .It is retained the erotic lyric from the cycle Invocations to sweatheart and to waters, and especially poems of meditation, with naturist implications, from cycle Beyond the water of the dead.
1970 – It appears the novel Eres (Heresy), by Gheorghe Anca, prose in which oneiric-hermetic modalities, with fabulous-esoteric implications from contemporary literarure, reaches one of possible limit, beyond which it can not be continued.
1976 – It appears Poemele parintilor  (Poems of the Parents), experimental lyrics, aspiring toward meditation, on theme of profound ties, difficult to size, between parents and followers or between man an matrix space of forerunners. It resorts frequently to folkloric structures and motives.”. (Dictionar cronologic.Literatura romana, 1979)
“Sibylline, obscure is George Anca’s poetry.” (Florin Manolescu, 1968).
“Anca chooses as his departure point the magic spell.” (Tribuna, 1968)
“Gheorghe Anca seems a hermetic who ignores his own cipher.” (Nicolae Baltag, 1968)
“Gheorghe Anca has a maximum attraction toward the ambiguous.” (Laurentiu Ulici, 1968)
“Hallucinatory confession, ciphered up to the unintelligible, Eres Heresy) is a bizarre make of aphoristic sentences, oneiric evocations, fantastic and lyrical prose, an elliptical tale, an allegory complicated by total anarchy of notations. In an atmosphere of magic spell and charms, metaphorical cogitations are uttered, among oracular syntagmes and incantations with folkloric smack, there are insinuated cold existential precepts, contorsioned meditation on and condition of fulfilment of his desire to conquer the love." (Ion Butnaru, 1970).
”Gheorghe Anca proposes to combine the technique of hallucinatory retrospective of oneiric source, with that of proper autobiographical remembering, plan always perturbed also by nightmares.” (Nicolae Ciobanu, 1970).
“The Eres of poet Gheorghe Anca (Bucharest, Eminescu Publishing House, 1970) belongs neither to present nor to past. It belongs to future. It is a book in which the past is thrown over present, directly in the future, on the hallucinatory  trajectory of a Romanian tale from old, lived truly also by the author, and whose spiritual and cosmic dimensions are always projected forward, like a morganatic fairy after whom one runs, together with the poet, in a warm summer after-noon.” (George Alexe, 1971)
“Some poets adopted them (dodias) already – Marin Sorescu, Ana Blandiana and, very recently, Gheorghe Anca – and tried to surround those without borders, those which can not yet stay and, in the ultimate, those of coming times – synesthesies.” (V.G.Paleolog, 1976).
“George Anca is an investigator of unconventional poetical languages. He recuperates interstitial zones, without being necessarily a vanguardist for he lacks turbulence of terriblysm, being rather a scientist, a solitary, a modeler of labyrinths. One of the main directions of his poetics is the illogicality, the speech in dodii, which translates imperceptible both realities and words as much as to create the fringes of diffraction, that halo which constitutes the special attraction of children talk. In the verses of poet we meet all kind of anamorphoses (the world deformed after savant optic laws, perspectives from most unexpected points o view: of the inanimates, of natural forms, etc.) or permutations of words so unusual that they remember poetry created by computer.The zone of the ludic, of magic and folkloric repetitive is covered as well by poetry of Anca (Marian Popa speaks of “exceptional spontaneity of image by technique of fragment which is not less a galimatias”), twisted thaught and brut lyricism can not be dissociated, the verse engraves in memory as such, with its strange topic and all. Because Anca is also a perfect inventor of the form: his grammatical rocades, throbed but also vapory, produce the state of captatio, contribute substantially to the success of the whole. Spirit tortured by an authentic obscurity, Anca invokes and charms away things of the world just to make them to secrete their own obscurity as the snail its foam and plum trees their glue at joints: only so poet feels that he can communicate.”(Constantin Abaluta, 1998)
“In the Poems of the Parrents, recent volume by Gheorghe Anca, a simple thematic, of source strict sentimental, is submitted to some crisped formal experiments. Not my commodity as reader but the belief that poet complicates himself without anticipated results urges me to reproach his obscurity, forcing of the verse. I think an effort of clarifying lyrical waters should be salutary in what regards him. The intention, which I believe is impeded to realize just by this overbid of blurred metaphors, is to express in technique of folkloric lyrical incantations (dirges, magic spells,etc.) the belief that life of the present individual is written, determined by existence of his antecessors, that at the level of profound sensitivity unalterable communications between parents and sons take place. ‘I write everyday my book.//The forests shake villages/on earth in the autumn.//But autumn isn’t passed in the book/those pages were written before. //From mouth to mouth/under the earth/the old man/sends/the voice/of my today book/as an echo remained between ribs’ (The book)./…/
It can be deciphered in the verse of Gheorghe Anca a sort of exaltation in front of esoteric utterances, of unusual imagistic delirium, fascinatin of a play ‘in dodii’, out of which he tends to do, otherwise, a kind of personal aesthetics. His attempt of restructuration of the real in a flux of fragmentary, insinuating images end, not rarely, with a stammering simulating the reflection. (Dana Dumitriu, 1976)
“Writing a poetry of the intellect, always at the edge of popular poetic creation, Gheorghr Anca outlines a lyric territory for himself” (Petru Romosan, 1976)
“The broadcast Mioritsa of Saturday 8th January was good, better than ‘Ode to Romanian language’ which included however an emotional moment Iorgu Iordan, better even than ‘Voices of modern art’ (a long discourse full of fine observations, of critic Dan Haulica), better… I am lying: it wasn’t a ‘better’ broadcast, but a good one – and I may explain why. It was so because it felt all the time that the author (Gheorghe Anca) is convinced that making of an emission of half hour at national posts of radio isn’t some pursuit but a work of great days. He chosen thus an important theme (Presnt time of ballad Mioritsa; but the title isn’t enough attractive), obtained the best collaborations (Dimitrie Cuclin, Zoe Dumitrescu-Busulenga, Grigore Moisil, Ovidiu Papadima, Mihai Sora, Grigore Popa, Adrian Fochi) and had care to be an emission, that is a construction, and not a depot of materials” (Florin Mugur, 1976)   
“With his five years long exposure to India and its cultural heritage, he evidently feels spell-bound and fascinated by its philosophical mysticism which unlike religious mysticism is only theoretical or speculative. In Ardhanariswara, several aspects of  love – experimental or real, transitory and eternal and mystic and worldly are delineated. The influence of Eminescu, Lautreamont, Baudelaire, Montale and Gunadin is also manifestd in his poems.
In his sharp new voice, Anca is pungent, discordant, airs disillusional passion and brevity of human life./…/
‘Parinior’ coined by writer to denote a utopian place is paradoxical because there he creates real life. It has theme, character and symbol setting in India.” (V.K. Gaur, 1982)
“Prof. Anca’s writings are at best described as reactions to his study of the Indian concepts and not as a support for Indian thought.” (Harish Kumar)
“I think that G. Anca is not one from those beati possidentes, he doesn’t possess his books but lets himself possessed by them, like in a crisis never surpassed, like a travail of an endless birth. Groan and convulsion of whose cod is just the show: the jungle, Niagara, typhoon, volcano, BIRTH…”(Mircea Santimbreanu, 1996).
“Belonging, by debut, to Generation of ‘70s – the wing of resuscitated modernism, the writer George Anca seems to live acutely the ‘dialectic’ of the postmodernism, in which the autochthonized  nostalgia meets the search of some alternative sources of spirituality, being added a ‘residual’, interstitial trust in literature.”(Dan Mircea Cipariu, 2000)
“Like Ahab in search of the white whale, poet scans the memory of Boston (for him Poeston) in order to find the grave of genius of American poetry, Edgar Allan Poe, but, due to computer error, he doesn’t find him: ‘Edgar Allan Poe born no more in Boston’ exclaim this disappointed.” (Daniela Iordache, 2001)
“Why Under Bell? Author himself would answer the best. In my perception, the bell could objectualize somehow his working ‘laboratory’, ‘submerged’ somewhere in own depths, to put light on the climbing: the place where ideas are conceived, thoughts are clarified, jewels are built. At the same time, it could be the bell of king Songdok (remembered in the pages of the book, with symbol value of Korean divinities, object decorated with masterly medallions figuring lotuses, flowers, flames and heavenly fairies. A true divine art. Under the sign of bell then…”
“George Anca is a writer unique in his kind (and unrepeatable). Originality in which he conceives his writings, mobility of spirit and legerity in changing register of different literary genres and subspecies confer to him a distinct authority. Luxuriant spontaneity of his verb, even this is often in derive, is counteracted by the other Anca – the subtle, the suave – who absolves him of his ‘wanderings’, sometime, however, sublime. A verse like this has mission to have saved him:  bird so white that/didn’t shadow me anymore “ (Ioan Mihut, 1999/2003) 
“If we’d interpret term apokalipse in its strict sense, we’d go with thought to the New Testament and to the end of world, an irreversible catastrophe. But the term Kali, included in title, sends us to mother Kali, known in Indian mythology under diverse names (Durga, etc), goddess-mother, protector, and, at the same time, also goddess of destruction, burst against the wrong. If we’d dissociate the title in other parts, Apo would send us to the shine of god Apollo, and Kalipso to the spell of nymph Kalipso from well-known 
Greek epic Odyssey. And perhaps as Kalipso retained Ulysses on her island time of seven years (according to others, ten) trying to convince him to marry her, so also India retained the author of ApoKalipse for a similar period, but with no effort to convince him to remain, rather out of author’s desire to know in profundity a world full of mystery which, when you believed you discovered it, it pulls, like the shy maiden, the veil of ‘maya’ “ (Carmen Leocadia-Cotovanu, 2001)

in cellar I met a serpent
but I had pity to kill it
why so woman god left
if a madman digs cellar
you’re mad too if leave serpent
he wasn’t so mad poor fellow
he never mixed with any until
let him now madman died
and we remained who put you
I didn’t think when my clock rung
to become orphan I had got old 
a grandson swung in cradle
a rain started to pour
covered court and house hall
entered garden cradle got cold
grandson followed lightning
to meet at once my father
and falling his ancestor he ran away
over pound courtlike but gardenless
let snake lie let thank god
woman come in mind now your house
increased and deserted feeds
flees of god’s lit summer 
it was a night only light
wolves ate sheeps in forest
and good father on their trace passed night
bringing in village halves of sheeps and ewes


bow before foreign woman

beauty you understand the word
see is a whisper from heavens
for your ignorant hearing
perhaps I am cursed so
my love be ushered in all rooms
and resound up to mountains peak
but seeming not understandable to you
you know also translators opposed me
and lie by now under my white flags
dead man woman you have nobody alive
tortured by hate the buried kin
listen don’t guard so much
soon hunger will ugly you
as beauty hungers you today
why destiny would rest indebted
to you only from sons of disappeared empire
your forgiven brother alone gave his death
before he’d order in your language
to live more in memory of all
Zalmoxe is named your son
if you’ll conceive I put custom
all you fellows to bear names
given before and so dearly dreamt
Zalmoxe call him tell Zalmoxe
and come to senses don’t forget
Zalmoxe mark in your mind
and break yourself as if this
is your gift from my love
Zalmoxe is your gift Zalmoxe
this is enough to know in winners’ language
nobody would talk to you
on behalf with name of Zalmoxe
don’t cry don’t Zalmoxe
be his birth giver be Zalmoxe
don’t perish Zalmoxe
resurrect yourself Zalmoxe



throw devil’s mask

throw devil’s mask
 he crosses self
glues face of demonic face
shadows thicken he grins at them
tears up his face shadows thicken
then he play to them a pantomime
throwing mask
throwing his face
pillar breaks in his hand like bread
cuts sun’s mask in forest
bark furrowed by faces
mask glued by broken pillar
cutter cuts it in shapes
shadows manifests  in Hades
cut him at paradise’s gate
cut up god
first around saint decibels
my face got covered in a dream
I have cut tree mask maker bark
pillar with mask on face
ghosts imagine
black mask on white body
devil Salomea laughs
he had cut Ion’s head
devil laughs cut head
on a skinned pillar
the cut on whited
devil weeps on rot of paradise
cuter throws him
mask maker don’t speak to him
mask maker is cuter
but pillar falling
face falls at earth
buried by saint ghost
no mask maker no cuter
only shadowing body
under shadows of décor
he shows all décor of some surrounding
and extinguishes extinguishes extinguishes to be stronger 
god don’t light candle
in capillary masks’ skull
that a child in front of him rises
when didn’t cut neither woods nor in bark masks
you to await in mask in wood await
and world’s strongest falls again on mask
don’t let pillar fall for badly would hit him
he was dreaming manly on weeks
mountains traveled by a colombina
broken of love and she was of wood
born from passionate flesh
to be loved firstly with eyes
sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart
he was manly dreaming sweetheart
and in forests traveled with axe
and cut perfect trunks
up to blameless pillar
his axe became mute from before
and they started up on a side
above where forest weren’t
oh if axes would be heard singing
over heavenly silence mirrored in pitch
if they would be heard and they aren’t
and they run and at once fall asleep
beyond a tree axe takes shape of serpent
and whistles only for forest’s virgin
whistles beautifully that fruits fall
in flute’s bed by cuter followed
if axes would be heard singing
he dreamt to awake from dream

mask maker had parted from sorrow
he remained to whistle to that shape
perfumed saint mother
with saint child who from saint ghost whines
but he doesn’t heard him sights fly
and descend only for babe
is perhaps she babe and perhaps whines
of her longing when was saint
like now but another time

with god at face
mask maker sold his masks
forest shaved its cutting
perhaps is time you come
but how with shadows Christ
 a child is in player’s being
and one near him less wept
us to weep or one from up to weep us

and perhaps man of secret laments by heart
good-for nothing connoisseur beautiful child
a cuter on this world still existed
and in heavens climbs rumble of forests cut down
and axes beat not to get roots
in world’s hearing the wept by lord
mask maker walks softly like in dream
to wear his last mask far away
between flutes deadly deafening

mask maker I play he played in last mask
black he surround himself by demon
red in wept eye trembles
feces submerge in forests
cut by wood cutter
before to discover the abyss
his life didn’t end
or he didn’t live his end
he scattered his mask namely
to follow it himself until meet it
and demon smiles to him at crossroad
cutter’s pillar rises
on way where angel had fallen
why wouldn’t be cheerful mask maker
when his mask flutters unblackening itself
with eyes in golden sight
rejoice even in you would rest
ghost what ghost you patched
in ox’ skin in lamb’s fur
in pork’s hair in coal
enjoy you mask maker
and he doesn’t he made it to me

prayer to gladden me
when I’ll play him also author was
at face but this had broken a hand
see how man broke his hand like bread
he said I intern my hand in hospital
it is worth to go to hospices
at once with your demiurgic hands
demons flow from fingers
and said go and see what people
gathers believing that I harlequin
doctor will come to heal them 
from a movement of eyebrow
a tale with a mask maker I asked from him
and his last mask

he took our word
didn’t decide himself and let me free
for he was thinking to a child
carrying  mask full of fear
he turned it in profile
it was an axe to cut
had teeth saws
beat it child
to put it on my face
and take it out and play

he says to me

I want to die under mask ravished
to bury him burying me
and mask immortal laughed wept
face profile my face
I am afraid to let it in palms
how afraid am I of a cut palm

 venerable faces you still remember
masks of the old

mask maker and cutter parted
mask alone shined
it makes mask maker’s face
cudgel grows body
saints peels off ghosts
then poor starts poor it


From mill


from mill toward village a half
of kilometer unloaded rambles
a man returning from town
far off as Fagaras Mountains
he looks it’s night says nothing
speaks what speaks deals
with a woman unseen if she threats
 him for in sleep is dripping wet of sweat
he doesn’t start to right as churches wait for him
on left unrotated earth stops him
he still to mill feels going
but wouldn’t grind his bones dear
will it indeed enter something his hand
or in vain we wait him to strain in basket
firstly he thinks himself barefoot loving dust
his cloths fall cranium remains
on it wind thoughts to thin him
until it will dispel living flour
he tries trees if not shot into ears
he wants in arms mother in arms wit small child
he wants with his ribs to root side
better than dead in world mill
light off he will preserve in window
for so much he asks a life from branch
only that branch sends him to not stay
alone grinding mill on bad weather
hey did you take your salt birds are
ready eggs to knead bread
come on dead village loves you in dead mill
flour in sack also I for what mouths to carry
from mill towards village looks Gica
through wave of wheel he feels is moving
and sometimes even walks among men
by bald miller dismissed
they all with eyes to a horse at once
from palms beat when its limb undo
miller turns his had
to know who didn’t applaud his horse
while there reckoning Gica
laughed as cartilage in horse doesn’t quite pull
oh what a pleasure life as it is
if he could live it in world mill
cigarettes formerly smoked on pool’s bank
sparkle nets with fishes on bottom 
saline blows in them from under ground
beheaded moving loch’s taste
fried to roll it in stripe of meal
like in heated room what a life


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