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volume of poetry written by the Romanian poetess Passionaria Stoicescu and translated into English by Muguraș Maria Petrescu and David Paul Vnuck. Passionaria Stoicescu chooses to wrap herself în a diaphanous and hazy somewhat ironic mystery, that makes one think of an exclusive universe, which belongs only to herself, being palpable în itself but not distant or lost în a dim light. Her game of come and go, of to be or not to be, controls her poetry. And from here

SOMETHING ELSE THAN SIGNS de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 2083 din 13 septembrie 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344636_a_345965]
în a diaphanous and hazy somewhat ironic mystery, that makes one think of an exclusive universe, which belongs only to herself, being palpable în itself but not distant or lost în a dim light. Her game of come and go, of to be or not to be, controls her poetry. And from here, from the chinaware fragility of her soul, aș a noble Madam Bonsai, the real Madam Bonsai în flesh and blood makes her appearance în front of our eyes

SOMETHING ELSE THAN SIGNS de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 2083 din 13 septembrie 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344636_a_345965]
a noble Madam Bonsai, the real Madam Bonsai în flesh and blood makes her appearance în front of our eyes. She sees herself projected and reprojected în her poems. Reading such a book one wonders naturally: where and how much of all this is Passionaria Stoicescu alias Madam Bonsai? The poetess’ answer comes with every other new poem în a very simple and gradual way. Paradoxically speaking, it is materialized în a mân - a bridegroom, but not the one who was

SOMETHING ELSE THAN SIGNS de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 2083 din 13 septembrie 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344636_a_345965]
was created aș The Bible says „from the dust of the ground” but from the chimera of the ashes. Her answer is embodied în the bridegroom’s poetry, în love, passion, and destiny. And from here to the finding ouț of this longed for, yearned, waited feverishly, lived at the climax of a devouring passion but also cursed to that permanently agonic ecstasy there is only one step.” SOMETHING ELSE THAN SIGNS can be ordered on Amazon at or http://amzn

SOMETHING ELSE THAN SIGNS de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 2083 din 13 septembrie 2016 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344636_a_345965]
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a nacreous shadow? Shadows start to lengthen... Singing, the unseen angel of the house holds în his hand the fledgeling swallows în the nest under the roof till their mother comes. From the tooth of his chisel and the end of penknife old Joseph carved from wood a lamb and a donkey. And, after looking at Him with love he comes back to his working bench and rough-planing. After a while, the Child, full of sawdust and shavings, with His big

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
diatribe, that roșe with all its thorns to the All-Merciful hâd whispered. On their way the women crossed each other both of them heads down. Each one of them with her own pain bursting în tears, and of too much of moon light the blossomed branch of lime-tree was there to bow down. The All-Merciful Mother continuing the whisper's flow an answer gave to roșe whose first part's full of thorns: ‘'She is a mother, too ... It really matters

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
thorns to the All-Merciful hâd whispered. On their way the women crossed each other both of them heads down. Each one of them with her own pain bursting în tears, and of too much of moon light the blossomed branch of lime-tree was there to bow down. The All-Merciful Mother continuing the whisper's flow an answer gave to roșe whose first part's full of thorns: ‘'She is a mother, too ... It really matters the way the new born ray

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
own pain bursting în tears, and of too much of moon light the blossomed branch of lime-tree was there to bow down. The All-Merciful Mother continuing the whisper's flow an answer gave to roșe whose first part's full of thorns: ‘'She is a mother, too ... It really matters the way the new born ray reflected is? Mothers deserve even an angel to kneel în front of them.'' And then All-Merciful went on Wiping the dew from her eyes: ''The

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kneel în front of them.'' And then All-Merciful went on Wiping the dew from her eyes: ''The thorn is normal and does pain, yet, don't forget - the flower! If you decide a sterile thistle not to be În front of every mother bow humbly your knees You go, and sing only the second part of rose's highest psalm!'' ... And Jesus' good Mother was looking how the roșe was blooming în white confession, forgiveness begging. FLOAREA MORȚII Am intrebat grădinarul

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culorilor jucându-le hotarul. Și-am vrut să-l mai întreb de floarea-i preferată, dar s-a făcut așa de târziu, că, fără să știu, vorbeam de unul singur; profilul proptit în lopată era, de fapt, groparul. THE FLOWER OF DEATH That night I asked the gardener: ''What flower Would you like me to bring to your grave?'' With his back turned towards me he pointed to the sunset, on a shelf to the orchid. And again I asked the

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
again I asked the gardener: ''Will you tell me how to water this pure miracle? Is there any secret code în it Which only peacocks know?'' Oh, no! Every evening two tear drops enough will be. And for the rest of it, the orchid takes care of herself, almost alone, from this sweet song of waters whose colors play moon's border.'' And again I would have liked to ask him about his favorite flower, yet, lațe it was, very lațe

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
you tell me how to water this pure miracle? Is there any secret code în it Which only peacocks know?'' Oh, no! Every evening two tear drops enough will be. And for the rest of it, the orchid takes care of herself, almost alone, from this sweet song of waters whose colors play moon's border.'' And again I would have liked to ask him about his favorite flower, yet, lațe it was, very lațe, and I was not aware that

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
miracle? Is there any secret code în it Which only peacocks know?'' Oh, no! Every evening two tear drops enough will be. And for the rest of it, the orchid takes care of herself, almost alone, from this sweet song of waters whose colors play moon's border.'' And again I would have liked to ask him about his favorite flower, yet, lațe it was, very lațe, and I was not aware that I was talking to myself; actually speaking, the

TRADUCERE / TRANSLATED BY MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 867 din 16 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344634_a_345963]
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nou planul poetic, scriind deschis sau cu o sinceritate pe care și-o recunoaște, o poezie a contrastelor în care el că persoana se încadrează și se autodefinește perfect, doar că de această dată într-un altfel de tipar „patterns of unfound things/ typical of poetic task on hand/ plasticity of feelings/ unlocking mysteries loaded/ when look seems șo deceptive/ perceptions keep generating things/ humans start singing/ a music of after-world” (În Plain Sight). Dacă veți avea ocazia să citiți Love

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
deschis sau cu o sinceritate pe care și-o recunoaște, o poezie a contrastelor în care el că persoana se încadrează și se autodefinește perfect, doar că de această dată într-un altfel de tipar „patterns of unfound things/ typical of poetic task on hand/ plasticity of feelings/ unlocking mysteries loaded/ when look seems șo deceptive/ perceptions keep generating things/ humans start singing/ a music of after-world” (În Plain Sight). Dacă veți avea ocazia să citiți Love Survives, veți găsi cheia

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
care și-o recunoaște, o poezie a contrastelor în care el că persoana se încadrează și se autodefinește perfect, doar că de această dată într-un altfel de tipar „patterns of unfound things/ typical of poetic task on hand/ plasticity of feelings/ unlocking mysteries loaded/ when look seems șo deceptive/ perceptions keep generating things/ humans start singing/ a music of after-world” (În Plain Sight). Dacă veți avea ocazia să citiți Love Survives, veți găsi cheia cărții undeva pe la mijlocul ei. Iubirea, sentimentul

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
ironic, decat marfă care, îți dorești să fie de vânzare și pe care mergi să o cumperi. Să revenim la cel de al doilea plan: iubirea prin care Mesut Șenol se autodefinește „I love my love time and again” (Ouț of Ordinary), poezia lui fiind, din acest punct de vedere, de o sensibilitate nebănuita, ce transpare cu fiecare vers, fiind parcă o permanentă și lungă scrisoare de dragoste adresată unei iubite cu numele de: Darling Lavander. În acest poem deosebit de frumos

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
detaliului metaforic bine controlat din punct de vedere semantic. Remarcam că tonul general al poeziei lui nu este unul de tristețe, de abandon, ci unul de bucurie, concretizat într-o libertate a gestului („equal to the hurting and tickling pleasure of biting” sau „without touching of the fingers on the neck/ there is an awkardness în the riddle solved through kisses” - Her Teeth and Dreams). Coloritul sau tonurile poeziei, dau senzația de inefabil, peisajele sunt descrise în culori ce redau imagini

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
which is turned into the poetical sound of the pure beginning of the world, even before its creation and even before Adam and Eve's creation („Even the destiny of Eve and Adam is sealed”), it is the mere language of poetry („Striking words melt hearts when time is right/ The language of music tunes în the heavenly arches” - Love Survives). Mesut Șenol's poetry is not the poetry of the falling into the despondency of the Word, his expression being

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
an almost Epicurian pleasure („To șip you meets the same destiny/ It is different from poison and honey/ If every șip is to be accompanied by a chew” - To Șip You). The time of these verses is the present tense of a dream which hâș to be lived and felt în the proper sense of the word, despite the obstacles which may appear („Now it is time to be awake and feel the dream/ to live it through anything may be

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
time/ There is not a single instant that does not belong to someone” - We Are Hanging on to Life), it is the time of the acknowledgement of the truth, when în those long nights he embraces his fears. The time of Mesut Șenol's existence is that fluid which flows endlessly through his body. That is the reason why, his world, his whole universe do not have to be explained, because they exist în the reality of the dream. Love Survives

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
în too, is not dominated by sadness, and if it really does, it is very well measured and exhibited to the above-mentioned analysis, Mesut Șenol wrapping everything into the atmosphere of his poetry. We have to do with a scanning of this world, with an objective analysis (sometimes even with a disquieting result), without any sentimental involvements, maybe at times a sensation of its bitter taste. We do not have to do anything with those hidden signs of the time. The

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
analysis, Mesut Șenol wrapping everything into the atmosphere of his poetry. We have to do with a scanning of this world, with an objective analysis (sometimes even with a disquieting result), without any sentimental involvements, maybe at times a sensation of its bitter taste. We do not have to do anything with those hidden signs of the time. The two levels according to which this book is written, are not the result of an exhausting observation (especially aș far aș its

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
any sentimental involvements, maybe at times a sensation of its bitter taste. We do not have to do anything with those hidden signs of the time. The two levels according to which this book is written, are not the result of an exhausting observation (especially aș far aș its first level is concerned), but the realization of a figée memory, of a pattern we cannot get rid of. On the other side, Mesut Șenol turns again upside down the poetical level

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]
to do anything with those hidden signs of the time. The two levels according to which this book is written, are not the result of an exhausting observation (especially aș far aș its first level is concerned), but the realization of a figée memory, of a pattern we cannot get rid of. On the other side, Mesut Șenol turns again upside down the poetical level, writing openly or with a sincerity which he himself recognizes, a poetry of the contrasts where

MESUT ŞENOL – DRAGOSTEA SUPRAVIEŢUIEŞTE / LOVE SURVIVES de MUGURAŞ MARIA PETRESCU în ediţia nr. 854 din 03 mai 2013 [Corola-blog/BlogPost/344633_a_345962]