Proiectul acestei cri m frmnta de mai muli ani. n ultimul timp am tot cutat motivaii pentru care o asemenea carte merit s fie scris. Iat ce am gsit.n primul rnd, chiar dac printr-o fereastr foarte ngust, ea este o mrturie a ultimilor 20 de ani. Conine o frm din istoria acestor dou decenii, mici instantanee ale devenirii Romniei dup 1989.n al doilea rnd, exist n mintea fiecrui romn – i aici m includ i pe mine – preconcepia c toate afacerile postrevoluionare sunt mnjite, nscute din privatizri dubioase sau dezvoltate la umbra unor reele de influen care-i ntind rdcinile n era comunist. Povestea din aceast carte arta contrariul. S-au putut constitui i iniiative independente i curate, cum sunt convins c mai exist cu miile. Povestea de fa poate fi o contribuie la schimbarea de mentalitate, att de necesar pentru intrarea n normalitate.“ (Mihail Penescu)

Sonetul contondentCelor doi / poe?i de mare soi...(Istrate ?i Murgeanu)Visam c? Marea-?i p?r?sea ghioculCu-al s?u tumult de valuri euxine?i, h?t-departe-n zonele alpine,Ca-n Cretaceu, ??i reg?sise locul...Priveam de-acuma fascinat la joculDe valuri ?n?esate de jivineDin vremuri disp?rute, care-n fine,??i ?ncercau, o dat?-n plus, norocul.Sim?eam o dulce binecuv?ntareC?-n groapa euxinic? ad?nc?O Mare Neagr? nu exist? ?nc?,Nici Casa Scriitorilor la mare;Nici doi poe?i cu barb?, bur?i ?i plete,S?-n?ire contondentele sonete.

Ninge ?n martieNinge ?ntr-un hornDin care iese fumNinge tot mai densCople?itor?i ?ntoarce fumul din drum?l preseaz? ?n horn ca-ntr-un teasc?l ?ndeas? la loc ?n c?rbuniAstup? flac?raRea?az? focul ?nMiezul ?nsu?i al P?m?ntului.

ncercarea de a ptrunde n magmele clocotirilor artistice este o ispitire mai veche a mea. Adncimile au n ele murmur de siren. Sigur a fost semea ncercarea mea i, probabil, neinspirat. Germinarea crii de fa mi pare acum un experiment al bucuriei. Doi preoi i doi slujitori ai literei, totodat doi duhovnici fiecare cu ucenicul su, au vrut s cltoreasc pentru o clip n inefabilul chenozelor, al deertrilor de sine. Nu tiu dac are armonie, mi este greu acum s precizez. Atunci prea c rezonm. Depun doar mrturie i gnd mulumitor c a fost o sear unic. (Preot Niculae Constantin)

Volumul a ambi?ionat s? aduc? ?n aten?ia cititorului activitatea unuia dintre cei mai importan?i lingvi?ti ?i publici?ti ai momentului din ?ara noastr?, din perspectiva speciali?tilor, dar ?i a fo?tilor sau actualilor s?i studen?i. ?n cei aproape ?aizeci de ani de activitate ?tiin?ific? ?i didactic?, Stelian Dumistr?cel s-a impus ?n domeniile dialectologie, stilistic?, etnolingvistic?, pragmatic? lingvistic? ?.a.; la Ia?i, a pus bazele unei ?coli de cercetare doctoral? de orientare co?erian?, confrunt?nd ?tehnica liber? a vorbirii ?i discursul repetat”. Pun?nd accentul pe activitatea sa publicistic?, ?miezul” acestui volum este constituit de treizeci de articole ap?rute ?n Revista de cultur? contemporan? ?Timpul”, c?rora li s-a ad?ugat o selec?ie de interviuri ?i articole publicate ?n alte diverse periodice, dar, la aniversare, ?i testimoniale care ?l prezint? pe Stelian Dumistr?cel ?i din postura dasc?lului preocupat at?t de fenomenele limbajului, c?t ?i de problemele comunic?rii, din perspectiv? larg interdisciplinar?.STELIAN-TRAIAN DUMISTR?CEL (n. 19 august 1937, Zvori?tea, Suceava) este, din 1958, cercet?tor ?tiin?ific la Institutul de Filologie Rom?n? ?A. Philippide” al Filialei Ia?i a Academiei Rom?ne. Din 1996, anul ?nfiin??rii Departamentului de Jurnalistic? ?i ?tiin?ele Comunic?rii la Universitatea ?Alexandru Ioan Cuza”, sus?ine cursuri de limba rom?n? (fonetic?, gramatic?, vocabular) ?i de stilistic? ?i retoric?, din perspectiva pragmaticii comunic?rii. A publicat, ?n calitate de autor ?i coautor peste trei sute de titluri (volume, studii, recenzii etc.) ?i aproape o mie de articole ?n periodice culturale ?i ?n presa cotidian?. Printre cele mai cunoscute volume se num?r? ?Influen?a limbii literare asupra graiurilor dacorom?ne” (1978), ?Lupta ?n jurul literei ? ?i demnitatea Academiei Rom?ne” (1993), ?P?n?-n p?nzele albe. Expresii rom?ne?ti. Biografii – motiva?ii” (1997, 2001), ?Limbajul publicistic rom?nesc din perspectiva stilurilor func?ionale” (2006), ?Discursul repetat ?n textul jurnalistic” (2006) ?.a.

O radiografie hermeneutic? a unor c?r?i-eveniment ce au v?zut lumina tiparului ?n perioada postdecembrist?, accentul fiind pus pe autorii interzi?i sub dictatur?, precum ?i pe c?r?ile poe?ilor ce devin, f?r? voia lor, o rara avis ?n societatea de tranzi?ie. Cartea se adreseaz? elevilor, studen?ilor, precum ?i publicului larg de cititori.

Cum ?i-au crescut regii britanici copiii din 1066 p?n? ?n prezent Lumea ?ntreag? a fost uimit? c?nd Prin?esa Diana s-a dovedit a fi o mam? bun? ?i afectuoas?. Ea a constituit o excep?ie: Familia Regal? a Marii Britanii este cunoscut? mai cur?nd pentru rela?iile reci ?i chiar tensionate dintre genera?iile de p?rin?i ?i copii. ?nc? din vremea Reginei Victoria ?i a Regelui George al VI-lea, p?rin?ii ?i-au exprimat ?n mod f??i? dezam?girea fa?? de mo?tenitori. David Cohen folose?te materiale noi ?i documente descoperite recent, ce dateaz? ?nc? din vremea dinastiei Tudor, ?i realizeaz? ?n Educa?ia regal? o combina?ie captivant? ?ntre istorie ?i telenovel?. ?O bog??ie de anecdote – de la lec?iile de scrim? p?n? la faptul c? Prin?ul Charles a avut valet de la v?rsta de trei ani.“

Gerek aklara gerek insanlara yazmtm iirlerimi... Bana pis bir ucubeymiim gibi davranan ucubeye... nsan hi ucubeye iir yazar m demeyin! Benimki gerek bir ak hikayesiydi... yle sandm...Küüktüm.... Aldandm... Hani bize hep anlatlan kurbaa prens hikayesi var ya; Ben hep kurbaann prens olacan düünmütüm, ama nereden bilebilirdim prensimin kurbaa kacan... Kurbaamn da yok olacan... Bu kitabm benim gibi kurbaay prens zanneden gen kzlara, incinmi aldatlm tüm kadnlara, terk edilmi aklara ve ak ararken insann nasl ac ektiini, her eyini kaybetmiliini anlamak isteyen ak hrszlarna gelsin... ve tüm iir dostlarna.... Ben küük bir kzdm, ok incindim... Lütfen siz incinmeyin ve sizi kimsenin incitmesine izin vermeyin... UCUBEYE... Bugün tam on iki sene oldu gidiinin ardndan.. Uzun uzun yolunu gzleyiimle, hala bana bunu nasl yapt deyiimle geen on iki sene... On iki senedir hi grmedim seni... Belki yüzünü bile unuttum; zaten sesini hi hatrlamyorum. Karma ksan tanmam bile. Sadece benden aldn ak, güven, huzur, mutluluk duygularn bulmaya alyorum. Yalnzlm iimde gibi büyürken braktn korkularla adm atmaya ekindim her ak araymda... Ve yllarca yazdm sen bilmesen de sana...

A book of poetry on various themes. Springtime I shall wait for you springtimeWhen winter has passed awayRosebuds will be dancing in the nightBeneath the Milky Way Lovers kissing and holding handsWaltzing a brisk and lively danceUnderneath the crescent moon that shownAs Orpheus sings a joyful song Mockingbirds will send forth merry soundsAwakening nature's dreary brownChildren playing games while folksLaugh and tell their silly jokes

Paul Dirac?(1902–1984) was a brilliant mathematician and a 1933 Nobel laureate whose work ranks alongside that of Albert Einstein and Sir Isaac Newton. Although not as well known as his famous contemporaries Werner Heisenberg and Richard Feynman, his influence on the course of physics was immense. His landmark book,?The Principles of Quantum Mechanics, introduced that new science to the world and his “Dirac equation” was the first theory to reconcile special relativity and quantum mechanics. Dirac held the Lucasian Chair of Mathematics at Cambridge University, a position also occupied by such luminaries as Isaac Newton and Stephen Hawking. Yet, during his 40-year career as a professor, he had only a few doctoral students due to his peculiar personality, which bordered on the bizarre. Taciturn and introverted, with virtually no social skills, he once turned down a knighthood because he didn’t want to be addressed by his first name. Einstein described him as “balancing on the dizzying path between genius and madness.” In?Simply Dirac, author?Helge Kragh?blends the scientific and the personal and invites the reader to get to know both Dirac the quantum genius and Dirac the social misfit. Featuring cameo appearances by some of the greatest scientists of the 20th century and highlighting the dramatic changes that occurred in the field of physics during Dirac’s lifetime, this fascinating biography is an invaluable introduction to a truly singular man.

Alexandru Sf?rlea arat? ?ntr-o recent? recenzie a versiunii tip?rite a c?r?ii 101 poeme: ?[...] S? mai spun c? unii ?i al?ii s-au ?inspirat? din texte ale lui Vasile Poenaru pentru a-?i etala ?prospe?imile? propriilor crea?ii, ?n vreme ce acest excelent poet st?tea ?pitit? sub obrocul impasibilit??ii ?i ignor?rii tenace a criticilor?Pentru c?, ?n via?a noastr? literar?, am ajuns s? cred c? asemenea practici sunt uzitate cu... sistem?, ca s? zic a?a, pentru ca lipsi?ii de har ?i inspira?ie, proteja?ii ?i coteri?tii s?-?i ?edifice? constructele de chirpici lingvistic, cu o jalnic? ?i penibil? non?alan??, cu un tupeu de-a dreptul incalificabil!Se vorbe?te cu asiduitate ?n presa literar? despre c?r?i ale unor a?a-zi?i nou?zeci?ti sau dou?mii?ti lipsite de semnifica?ii, sens ?i substan?ialitate poetic? ?i care pur ?i simplu bat apa-n piu? ?i nu spun nimic dec?t, poate, celor ce nu vor s? aud? nimic, adul?nd – ?ntr-un nefericit paradox – nevolniciile , nonsensurile ?i vacuitatea, ?n timp ce sunt ignorate cu cerbicie c?r?i valoroase ale unor autentici poe?i, precum Vasile Poenaru. Iat? , ?nc? un elocvent fragment poenaristic: ?Mergeam pe str?zi de lung? diminea??/ Cu p?inea mea de poezie sub bra?,/ Mergeam pe str?zi de lung? diminea??/ ?i m? ardeau de foame ochii min?ii/ Mergeam pe str?zi de lung? diminea??/ Tot forfoteau p?rerile sub pietre/ Din loc ?n loc o balt? de adverbe/ Ca p?s?rile clocotitor ardeau/ Spre vie?i izvor?toare-n alte trupuri/ Mergeam pe str?zi de lung? diminea??/ ?i nu se mai cr?pa odat’ de ziu? / ?i m? ardeau de foame ochii min?ii/ ?i-am ?nceput s?-mi rod ?nt?i din unghii/ Apoi din os din inim? din creier/ Mergeam pe str?zi de lung? diminea?? (...)? (R?sfirare). Sau, ?nc?, ni?te versuri de-a dreptul subversive – s? nu uit?m c? volumul din care citez a ap?rut ?n 1984 – care, poate c? fie ?i numai acestea, ar fi trebuit s?-i r?m?n? precum o aur? de zv?cnire iconoclast?, de nu protestatar?, poetului Vasile Poenaru: ?(...) Ora?ul ?n care m-ai ademenit/ E o sonat? a mor?ii/ ?n care doar miezul vie?ii trozne?te,/ Toat? noaptea am s? ard de frig ?n avanscen?/ C-un dirijor mai lent ca o statuie (...)??n fine, ce pot s? mai spun dec?t c? – ?n acest areal literar rom?nesc care seam?n? izbitor cu cel politicesc – poetul Vasile Poenaru este un mare nedrept??it, pe care cititorii one?ti, dac? ar ajunge, sau ar vrea s? ?i citeasc? volumele de poezie, l-ar pre?ui la adev?rata sa valoare...“

ONE of the best things to be said of the stories in this volume is that, although they are not biographical, they are about real persons who actually lived and performed their parts in the great drama of the world's history. Some of these persons were more famous than others, yet all have left enduring "footprints on the sands of time" and their names will not cease to be remembered. ??In each of the stories there is a basis of truth and an ethical lesson which cannot fail to have a wholesome influence; and each possesses elements of interest which, it is believed, will go far towards proving the fallibility of the doctrine that children find delight only in tales of the imaginative and unreal. The fact that there are a few more than fifty famous people mentioned in the volume may be credited to the author's wish to give good measure.??SAVING THE BIRDS?ONE day in spring four men were riding on horseback along a country road. These men were lawyers, and they were going to the next town to attend court.?There had been a rain, and the ground was very soft. Water was dripping from the trees, and the grass was wet.?The four lawyers rode along, one behind another; for the pathway was narrow, and the mud on each side of it was deep. They rode slowly, and talked and laughed and were very jolly.?As they were passing through a grove of small trees, they heard a great fluttering over their heads and a feeble chirping in the grass by the roadside.? "Stith! stith! stith!" came from the leafy branches above them.?"Cheep! cheep! cheep!" came from the wet grass.?"What is the matter here?" asked the first lawyer, whose name was Speed.?"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin. "The storm has blown two of the little ones out of the nest. They are too young to fly, and the mother bird is making a great fuss about it."?"What a pity! They'll die down there in the grass," said the third lawyer, whose name I forget.?"Oh, well! They're nothing but birds," said Mr. Hardin. "Why should we bother?"? "Yes, why should we?" said Mr. Speed.?The three men, as they passed, looked down and saw the little birds fluttering in the cold, wet grass. They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.?Then they rode on, talking and laughing as before. In a few minutes they had forgotten about the birds.?But the fourth lawyer, whose name was Abraham Lincoln, stopped. He got down from his horse and very gently took the little ones up in his big warm hands.

When George Washington was a boy there was no United States. The land was here, just as it is now, stretching from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific; but nearly all of it was wild and unknown.??Between the Atlantic Ocean and the Allegheny Mo-untains there were thirteen colonies, or great settlements. The most of the people who lived in these colonies were English people, or the children of English people; and so the King of England made their laws and appointed their governors.??The newest of the colonies was Georgia, which was settled the year after George Washington was born.?The oldest colony was Virginia, which had been settled one hundred and twenty-five years. It was also the richest colony, and more people were living in it than in any other.??There were only two or three towns in Virginia at that time, and they were quite small.?Most of the people lived on farms or on big plantations, where they raised whatever they needed to eat. They also raised tobacco, which they sent to England to be sold.??The farms, or plantations, were often far apart, with stretches of thick woods between them. Nearly every one was close to a river, or some other large body of water; for there are many rivers in Virginia..

MORE than a thousand years have rolled away since a castle looked down cheerfully from a height amid the Franconian plains into the well-watered Kinzig Valley, with its pleasant villages and towns.?It belonged to the powerful Swabian duke Frederick of Hohenstaufen, whose young and valiant son loved this the best of all his father's proud castles, and often left his uncle's splendid palace to hunt in its forests, or to look down from its lofty oriel window on the blooming plain below.??His father and uncle indeed missed him sadly. His clear blue eye, and the cheerful expression of his noble countenance, seemed to the two grave and war-weary men so gladdening to look upon, that they were always unwilling to let him leave them.??But the young Frederick used to beg them so earnestly to grant him the freedom of the forest for just this once, that father and uncle smilingly granted him permission, though "this once" was often repeated..

Cum dispare, cu de la sine putere, realismul socialist, transform?ndu-se – ?n textele publicate dup? ‘90 – ?ntr-un ?realism atroce“, ce oglinde?te p?r?ile ?ntunecate ?i incendiare ale existen?ei? Minimonografia Nicoletei S?lcudeanu, critic, profesor ?i istoric literar, r?spunde sugestiv ?i pertinent la aceast? ?ntrebare, cartea ei constituind-o un manual indirect de istorie a literaturii postdecembriste. Cartea se adreseaz? elevilor, studen?ilor, precum ?i publicului larg de cititori.

ncepnd cu Grdina magistrului Thomas (1995), care reprezint debutul su editorial, tefan Borbély se recomand ca un critic eliberat de marotele locale, dezinhibat de complexe endemice i dotat cu o deschidere hermeneutic n care referinele creative principale par a fi acelea germane (Nietzsche, Freud, Jung, Kafka, Hermann Hesse i Thomas Mann). Autorul tezei de doctorat De la Herakles la Eulenspiegel. Eroicul (publicat sub form de carte n 2001) reuete s depeasc handicapul speculativ att de flagrant pentru critica noastr postbelic, rmas la stadiul unui orizont de ateptare provincialist, n imposibilitate de a lua contact cu ideile critice din alte pri i a se sincroniza normal cu demersul interdisciplinaritii. Alonja deschiderii comparatiste, ca i apetitul tririi nietzscheene a ideilor fac din tefan Borbély o personalitate critic n expansiune. El este un hermeneut de descenden eliadist care cerceteaz topologia auroral a umanitii, subsumnd-o categoriei eroicului, n perimetrul creia se pot decela fundamentele culturii i civilizaiei mediteraneene. Prin opera de cercettor i culturolog avizat, tefan Borbély este un exemplu important de integrare a criticii noastre postdecembriste n sfera hermeneuticii europene.“ – Marin Mincu

B?R DAMLA SEVG?YLE MERHABA ?Dokunan hafif bir esinti, bir damla ya?, bir kü?ük ka?amak bak??tan ve bir tatl? s?zden sonra yüre?in ?eperlerine yap???p kalan a?k?n izleriyle dolu ya?amakt?r belki de istenilen… ??zlemek sevgiyle yüre?e dokunmaksa; bir tatl? s?z, bir gidenin ard?ndan kalan iz, bir hüzün i?indeki umutsuzluklarda bile, umut arayan kalple var olmakt?r kimbilir belki de i?imizde kalan… ??zlemek; a?k?n g?zya?lar?nda, yar?n? olmayan a?klarda ve bir garip a?k?n i?inde bile mutlulu?u, sevginin kanatlar?nda ?zlemle arayarak yazmakt?r belki de sayfalarda saklanan… ?Kim bilir belki de sevgiyi i?inde bularak kanatlanmakt?r, kanats?z hallerinde bile ?zlemle a?ka u?makt?r… ?Her okunan ?iirin i?inde hissedebilmektir belki de; tarifi olmayan, tarifsiz o duyguyu, yüre?indeki bir k?v?lc?m ate?iyle canland?r?p ya?atabilmektir belki de arzulanan... ?Sevgiyle dolu sayfalarda, hissettiklerinizi bulup dolu dolu ya?aman?z dile?iyle… Cengiz ?ET?K 1964 y?l?nda Konya/Karap?nar do?du. ?lkokulu Emirgazi il?esinde okudu. Ortaokulu ve liseyi Karap?nar’da okudu. Endüstri Meslek Lisesi Torna tesviye’den mezun oldu. 1989 y?l?nda Burdur E?itim Yüksek Okulu’ndan S?n?f ??retmeni olarak mezun olduktan sonra 1990 y?l?ndan bu yana zaman zaman idarecilik yapsa da ?u an Uzman S?n?f ??retmeni olarak ?al??makta olup iki k?z babas?d?r. 1986 y?l?nda ilk ?yküsü “sonun Ba?lang?c?” bir sinema dergisinin a?t??? yar??mada birinci gelmi?tir. Finike yerel gazetelerinde 2005 y?l?ndan sonra bir?ok k??e yaz?lar? yay?nland?. 2006 y?l?nda ilk ?iir kitab? “Son S?züm Sana Gülüm” yay?nlad?. ?kinci kitab? “Siyahlarday?m Alev Bak??l?m” 2008 y?l?nda yay?nland?. Ayr?ca güfte halinde “ Siyahlarday?m” 2010 y?l?nda ve “Vazge? G?nlüm” 2016 y?l?nda iki ?iiri bestelenip ?ark? olarak hayat bulmu?tur. 2017 y?l? son ay?nda ilk bilimkurgu roman? “Pokentranl? G?kmen” okurlar?yla tan??t?.

On the second day of July in the year 1863 the Civil War in America was at its height. Late in the preceding month Lee had turned his face northward, and, with an army of a hundred thou-sand Confederate soldiers at his back, had marched up into Penn-sylvania. There was little to hinder his advance. Refraining, by reason of strict orders, from wanton destruction of property, his soldiers nevertheless lived on the rich country through which they passed. York and Carlisle were in their grasp. Harrisburg was but a day’s march away, and now, on this second day of July, flushed with fresh victories, they had turned and were giving desperate battle, through the streets and on the hills of Gettysburg, to the Union armies that had followed them. The old commonwealth was stirred as she had not been stirred before since the fall of Sumter. Every town and village in the state responded quickly to the governor’s call for emergency troops to defend the capital city. Mount Hermon, already depleted by gen-erous early enlistments, and by the draft of 1862, gathered to-gether the bulk of the able-bodied men left in the village and its surroundings, and sent them forth in defense of the common-wealth. Not that Mount Hermon was in especial danger from Lee’s invasion, far from it. Up in the northeastern corner of the state, on a plateau of one of the low foot-hills of the Moosic range, sheltered by the mountains at its back, it was well protected, both by reason of distance and location, from the advancing foe. But Mount Hermon was intensely patriotic. In the days preceding the Revolution the sturdy pioneers from Connecticut had met the equally sturdy settlers from the domain of Penn, and on this plateau they had fought out their contentions and settled their differences; the son of the Pennamite had married the daughter of the Yankee; and the new race, with love of country tingeing every drop of its blood a deeper red, had stayed on and possessed the land. So, on this July day, when the armies of North and South were striving and struggling with each other in bloody combat back and forth across the plain and up the hills of Gettysburg, Mount Hermon’s heart beat fast. But it was not for themselves that these people were anxious. It was for the fathers, husbands, sons, lovers in that army with which Meade, untried and unproven, was endeavoring to match the strategy and strength of Lee. News of the first day’s skirmishing had reached the village, and it was felt that a great battle was imminent. In the early evening, while the women were still busy at their household tasks, the men gathered at the post-office and the stores, eager for late news, anxious to discuss the situation as they had learned it. In the meantime the boys of the town had congregated on the village green to resume the military drills which, with more or less frequency, they had carried on during the summer. These drills were not wholly without serious intent. It was play, indeed; but, out of the ranks of these boys, three of the older ones had already gone to the front to fight real battles; and it was felt, by the men of the town, that the boys could not be too thoroughly imbued with the military spirit. So, on this July evening, wakened into new ardor by the news from Gettysburg, they had gathered to resume their nightly work—and play.There were thirty-three of them, ranging in years all the way from eight to eighteen. They were eager and enthusiastic. At the command to fall in there was much pushing and jostling, much striving for desirable places, and even the young captain, with great show of authority, could not quite adjust all differences to the complete satisfaction of his men.Before the confusion had wholly ceased, and while there were still awkward gaps in the ranks, a tall, straight, shy-mannered boy of seventeen, who had remained hitherto on the outskirts of the group, quietly slipped into one of the vacant places.

La attea pricini care-mi ntresc convingerea c avem de-a face cu un poet remarcabil, a aduga i pe acela, deloc secundar, c n ciuda unui anumit nomadism al strilor de spirit ale poetului, el gsete mijloace foarte variate de a pune n scen sentimentul su, ceea ce face ca poemele s capete individualitate.“ – Cornel Regman

Sonete n-ai s? sco?i b?t?nd pe taste?i complet?nd trei strofe ?i jumateCu vorbe-plevi, cu furca adunatePe aria rom?nei limbi prea vaste;Nu-?i ies nici cu ?epu?a pus?-n coaste,Nici cu-nghiontiri ?n prip?, pe la spate,Cum nu aduni senten?e, pe-nserateDin tigva celor ce-au tr?it la Oaste...C? ies din taste doar voroave proasteS?-mproa?te broa?te din b?ltoace-opace,Cum in?i peltici ?i babe prost?nace?ngaim? t?lcuri, cum c? via?a iaste...Nu ies sonetele lovind ?n clape.Sub ele Inefabilul nu-ncape.

Discursul acesta ?ndr?gostit este structurat din termeni care apar?in filosofiei sau esteticii, fiind grefat pe structura de discurs a celui mai prestigios mit al poeziei: mitul lui Orfeu ?i Euridice. Acest mit reprezint? cadrul unei fenomenologii a c?ut?rii ?i cunoa?terii Fiin?ei, care arunc? o lumin? ?n ad?ncul fenomenologiei Operei. Autorul porne?te de la premiza c? sensul unei opere nu poate fi c?utat ?i cunoscut dec?t ?n orizontul Fiin?ei. Poezia liric? la care se restr?nge demersul teoretic ?i critic al lucr?rii poate vorbi nu numai despre prezen??, ci ?i despre absen?a Fiin?ei, altfel spus, at?t despre ce este, c?t ?i despre ce nu este Fiin?a. Orice fenomenologie devine, ?n cele din urm?, ontologie. Periplurile hermeneutice sunt f?cute prin opera unor poe?i ca, bun?oar?, Eminescu, Barbu, Arghezi, Nichita.