De ce o carte despre via?a ?i opera lui Vasile Voiculescu?R?spunsul poate fi complex ?i nuan?at. Pe de o parte, acumularea unei cantit??i mari de contribu?ii biografice ?i critice a impus reevaluarea lor. Pe de alt? parte, chiar varietatea ?i bog??ia informa?iilor pun sub semnul ?ndoielii destule afirma?ii anterioare. Dincolo de aceste motive r?m?ne faptul c? Vasile Voiculescu a fost un erudit cu o g?ndire profund?, un nemuritor. Personalitatea sa multilateral? trebuie rea?ezat? ?n actualitate. Nu din retoric? trufa?? repet?m ?ntrebarea, modific?nd-o pu?in: de ce o monografie Voiculescu ?n epoca demitiz?rilor? ?nainte de a da alte r?spunsuri, m?rturisim c? suntem preocupa?i de felul ?n care va fi receptat?. Probabil c? voiculescologii consacra?i vor fi curio?i s? afle cum ?l prezint? Gheorghe Postelnicu din P?rscov pe Vasile Voiculescu, ilustrul s?u ?nainta? ?i cons?tean. Sper?m s? constate c? nu au ?n fa?? o carte de celebrare, de?i nu am spune adev?rul dac? nu am recunoa?te c? ?n perioada document?rii am fost ?nso?i?i de o sensibilitate admirativ?.

Theodore Roosevelt had the good fortune to be born of a well-known, long-established family, with every facility for education and with an atmosphere of patriotism and disinterested service both to country and humanity all about him. In his father he had before him an example of lofty public spirit, from which it would have been difficult to depart. But if the work of his ancestors relieved him from the hard struggle which meets an unaided man at the outset, he also lacked the spur of necessity to prick the sides of his intent, in itself no small loss. As a balance to the opportunity which was his without labor, he had not only the later difficulties which come to him to whom fate has been kind at the start; he had also spread before him the temp-tations inseparable from such inherited advantages as fell to his lot—temptations to a life of sports and pleasure, to lettered ease, to an amateur's career in one of the fine arts, perhaps to a money-making business, likewise an inheritance, none of them easily to be set aside in obedience to the stern rule that the larger and more facile the opportunity the greater and more insistent the responsibility. ? About Author: ? henry Cabot Lodge (May 12, 1850 – November 9, 1924) was an American Republican Senator and historian from Massachusetts. Lodge received his PhD in history from Harvard. Lodge was a long-time friend and confidant of Theodore Roosevelt. Lodge had the role (but not the official title) of the first Senate Majority Leader. He is best known for his positions on foreign policy, especially his battle with President Woodrow Wilson in 1919 over the Treaty of Versailles. Lodge demanded Congressional control of declarations of war; Wilson refused and blocked Lodge's move to ratify the treaty with reservations. As a result, the United States never joined the League of Nations.Historian George E. Mowry argues that: Henry Cabot Lodge was one of the best informed statesmen of his time, he was an excellent parliamentarian, and he brought to bear on foreign questions a mind that was at once razor sharp and devoid of much of the moral cant that was so typical of the age....[Yet] Lodge never made the contributions he should have made, largely because of Lodge the person. He was opportunistic, selfish, jealous, condescending, supercilious, and could never resist calling his opponent's spade a dirty shovel. Small wonder that except for Roosevelt and Root, most of his colleagues of both parties disliked him, and many distrusted him. * * *

When Smoky, a tiny Yorkie Terrier, is miraculously found in a foxhole in the steaming jungles of Papua New Guinea, she has no way of knowing she will become a World War II hero and Hollywood star. Flying with her new owner, Corporal Bill Wynne, on deadly combat missions, she is soon assisting the war effort, entertaining and bringing comfort to the soldiers with her unique tricks and spirited energy. Based on the true events of the American Army’s wartime struggles and Smoky’s subsequent outstanding television career, her moving and uplifting tale is sure to entertain and touch the heart of all who read it. From the author of bestseller Simon Ships Out: How One Brave, Stray Cat Became a Worldwide Hero.

The Voyage of the Beagle is the title most commonly given to reissues of the book written by Charles Darwin and published in 1839 as his Journal and Remarks, bringing him considerable fame and respect. This was the third volume of The Narrative of the Voyages of H.M. Ships Adventure and Beagle, and covers Darwin's part in the second survey expedition of the ship HMS Beagle, which set sail from Plymouth Sound on 27 December 1831 under the command of Captain Robert FitzRoy, R.N.. Due to the popularity of Darwin's account, the publisher reissued it later in 1839 as Darwin's Journal of Researches, and the revised second edition published in 1845 used this title. A republication of the book in 1905 introduced the title The Voyage of the "Beagle". ? While the expedition was originally planned to last two years, it lasted almost five—the Beagle did not return until 2 October 1836. Darwin spent most of this time exploring on land (three years and three months on land; 18 months at sea). ? The book is a vivid and exciting travel memoir as well as a detailed scientific field journal covering biology, geology, and anthropology that demonstrates Darwin's keen powers of observation, written at a time when Western Europeans were exploring and charting the whole world. Although Darwin revisited some areas during the expedition, for clarity the chapters of the book are ordered by reference to places and locations rather than by date. Darwin's notes made during the voyage include comments illustrating his changing views at a time when he was developing his theory of evolution by natural selection and includes some suggestions of his ideas, particularly in the second edition of 1845.

Poetry has always been in the Kazakh blood, and Galym Mutanov is one of the newly independent nation’s leading poets, a shining light in the Kazakh literary world. In the range of his poetry, Mutanov truly captures the essence of the Kazakh spirit – from the tough and ageless traditions of the wild steppe to moments of tender intimacy. The measured Islamic wisdom and deep sense of morality so intrinsic to Kazakh life of old shines through in verse after verse. The figure of Abai, the 19th century visionary, the deeply spiritual poet of the steppe, looms large over Kazakh poetry. Mutanov takes up the challenge that Abai threw down – to create verse that is both steeped in the Kazakh tradition of oral verse yet rises to a new clarity and spirituality relevant today. Mutanov wrote originally in Kazakh, but many Kazakhs speak only Russian. So his poems were translated into Russian by leading poets Vladimir Buryazev and M. Adibaeva. It is these Russian versions that provided the source for John Farndon’s translations with Olga Nakston for this collection. Galym Mutanov is not only a poet but something of a polymath. He is a hugely distinguished academic, with over 400 scientific papers to his credit, and currently rector of al-Farabi Kazakh National University in Alma-Ata. In 2013, his achievements were recognized in France by the award of a Chevalier L'Ordre des Palmes académiques.

Debut?nd cu volumul Mandala (Editura Vinea, 2005), Oana C?t?lina Ninu n-a ratat aproape niciunul dintre premiile care i-au ie?it in cale. O recunoa?tere, f?r? ?ndoial?, meritat?, ?ntruc?t vorbim despre cel mai semnificativ debut liric din anul respectiv. [...] Oric?t de rebele, reprezent?rile se topesc ?ntr-o sintax? aluvionar?, corodat? prin dialogism ?i nivelat? prin directe?e. De altfel, ?n Mandala, fracturat nu e at?t discursul, care se deruleaz? lent ?i f?r? intersti?ii vizibile, c?t universul reprezent?rilor, care suport? o macera?ie organizat? din partea unei viziuni schizoide. Poemele C?t?linei Ninu descriu, cu o fervoare incandescent?, cele mai diverse forme de mutilare, ?n slujba c?rora eul liric pune la b?taie un arsenal impresionant (foarfece, ace, ?urubelni?e, col?i, unghii, bricege, lame, epilatoare, v?traie etc.), care l-ar face s? p?leasc? de invidie pe un anumit conte austriac. ?i nu e de mirare, de vreme ce figura central? a Mandalei se prezint?, ?nc? din primul text al volumului, drept ?femeia foarfec?“. (Andrei Terian, ?n Ziarul de duminic?)?Fuga de feminitate“, exorcizarea umorilor feminine ?i a corporalit??ii maligne devine miza actului poetic, prin care femeia real? e ?nlocuit? prin ?femeia inscrip?ionat?“. El are ?ns? caracterul unei vivisec?ii, presupune scormonirea nemiloas? a fibrelor ?i a ?esuturilor, e o autotortur? aproape cu neputin?? de ?ndurat, astfel ?nc?t privirea introspectiv?, care scormone?te ca un bisturiu ?n profunzimea plasmei organice cunoa?te momente de relaxare, deplas?ndu-se (ca in ciclul Nu e timpul,fato) de la spectacolul visceralit??ii ?n criz? la filmul cotidianului. Acum, Oana C?t?lina Ninu abordeaz? reportajul autenticist, care cap?t? ?ns? aspectul ?picturilor metafizice“, unde realul e ?textualizat“, realc?tuit, devenind suportul reveriei thanatice, c?ci poeta descrie ?cet??i ale mor?ilor“, evoc? ritualuri funerare grote?ti sau sortilegii sanguinare. (Octavian Soviany ?n Luceaf?rul)Mandala este ?i una dintre figurile ini?ierii. Poezia se scrie ?mpotriva limbajului dat, ?mpotriva sensului uzat, cu sufletul, dar ?mpotriva lui, cu trupul, dar ca mortificare a trupului, cu durere, ca singur vaccin al durerii prin smulgerea ei din trup ?i a?ezarea ei ?n pagin?. (Alex Matei ?n Observator cultural)Poemele se sus?in unele pe altele ?ntr-o ordine nu mecanic?, de domino, ci subversiv?: ?povestea“ ?nainteaz? exclusiv de la un ciclu la altul. ?n interiorul secven?elor, numai discurs: fragmentele narative sunt sincopate ori deturnate. O anume urgen?? a durerii, o panic? reverberat? fiziologic ?n prima parte a volumului (mandala) cedeaz? locul unei aluviuni de repro?uri distante mim?nd refrenul (nu te mai preface ana), apoi unei terapii solitare, cu oscila?ii ?i indecizii (nu e timpul fato). Iat? o radiografiere par?ial? a zonelor liminare. P?n? aici, nu de pu?ine ori scabrosul corporal (sexual sau nu, dup? caz) conserv? atmosfera co?maresc?, comparabil? aceleia din Capriciile lui Goya. (Cosmin Ciotlo? ?n Rom?nia literar?).

vine un tractor, un T 82.5 din Bielorusia,nimeni din cei prezen?i nu am mai v?zut a?a ceva –un tractor care s? planteze cartofi,ne apropiem cu fric? de el,femeile se tem s? urce ?n locurile de unde s? pun? cartofii ?ntr?un tub,le apuc? panica, iau ?n m?ini c?te o sap??i zic c? mai bine planteaz? cu propriile m?ini,e prea periculos acest tractor,nu ?tie nimeni cum merge,e dintr-un alt viitor,tractorul ?sta e un fel de monstru Frankenstein,?l atingem ?i apoi fugim de l?ng? el speria?i

Aceast? carte este ?n limba englez?.?In My Loved Japan, [...] the Romanian poet Clelia Ifrim offers a very fine imaginative response to the tragedy that overtook northeast Japan earlier this year.As far as I know the writer has never visited Japan, though she has long connections with it through haiku, and haiku poets.“A river of tears — to whom belongs this silence after the earthquake?“; “Not a voice or sound but this moon path on the waves — fishermen's village“;“Hobby horse sinking in the depth of the ocean to make its farewell.“?From David Burleigh, Best Books of 2011: Close-up on a People’s Disaster, in Japan Times, at http://www.japantimes.co.jp/text/fb20111225a5.html.

n doar civa ani, tefan Manasia a devenit una dintre cele mai importante figuri ale poeziei noastre de azi. i nu m refer aici doar la activitatea lui poetic propriu-zis (dac lsm la o parte plachetele underground, autorul a publicat deja trei volume), ci i la prezena pregnant n spaiul public(istic).“ – Alex Golditefan Manasia dispune – i n noul volum se vede cu ochiul liber – de o capacitate enorm de a experimenta. De altfel, poetul este cunoscut nc de la Amazon ca un mptimit al stilisticii glam. Poezia luxuriant, baroc, domolit i mprosptat de o estetic a onestitii discursului definesc, acum la al patrulea volum, anarhismul livresc al autorului.“ – tefan Baghiu

Un b?iat pe nume Bobby Zimmerman din Hibbing, statul MinnesotaUn c?nt?re? folk din Greenwich Village ?n anii ‘60Un autor c?ruia i s-a decernat ?n 2016 Premiul Nobel pentru Literatur?Toate cele de mai sus! Afl? mai multe despre adev?ratul Bob Dylan ?n aceast? biografie amuzant? ?i minunat ilustrat?!

31 interjú két k?tetben a 13. kerület híres lakosaival Sztankay Istvántól Schweitzer Józsefen és Beke Katán át Spiró Gy?rgyig. ?letinterjúk: ?dám Gy?rgy agykutató, Antalóczy Attila népm?vel?, Arató Gy?rgy építész, Arató István fest?, Bánffy Gy?rgy színész, Bánki ?rpád f?szerkeszt?, Baranyi Ferenc k?lt?-m?fordító, Beke Kata oktatáspolitikus, Csáji Attila fest?, Hegyi Gyula EU-képvisel?, Kéri László politikai kommentátor, Léner Péter rendez?, Lendvay Kamilló zeneszerz?-karmester, Mester ?kos újságíró, Nemeskürty István irodalomt?rténész, Ormos Mária t?rténész, Pataki Ferenc szociálpszichológus, Pet? Iván politikus, Petschnig Mária Zita k?zgazdász, Popper Péter valláspszichológus, Rajk László építész, Schweitzer József f?rabbi, Spiró Gy?rgy író, Szávai János író-m?fordító, Szabó István filmrendez?, Szathmáry István idegorvos, Szelényi Iván szociológus, Sztankay István színész, Tóth József politikus, Vámos Tibor mérn?k, Vigyázó Miklós kanonok.

Vallomás csajozásról, rapháborúról, és magyar focivalóságról. "Curtis vagyok, az újpesti huligán, aki ?k?llel üti a n?ket, pénzért veszi a nézettséget és a hírnév reményében az utcagyerek stílust is hajlandó eldobni. Jól tudom, sokan ezt gondolják rólam, de azzal is tisztában vagyok, hogy a legt?bben csak irigyek a sikereimre, mások féltékenyek rám, mert a csajuk engem akar - vagy már le is csaptam a kezükr?l... Nekem viszont tiszta a lelkiismeretem, istenfél? ember vagyok, akit az imádott anyukája tart r?vid pórázon. Csak hát nincs k?nny? dolga velem: iskoláskoromban a rend?rségr?l szedtek ?ssze, mert egyedül szembe szálltam és téglákkal dobáltam meg egy busznyi kispesti drukkert; és azt is a családomnak k?sz?nhetem, hogy édesapám halála után a bátyám nyakon csípett, s elindította az újpesti focikarrierem. Jóllehet, engem maga alá temetett a mocskos magyar futballk?zeg és egy máig az NB I-ben edz?sk?d? szarházi megutáltatta velem a játékot, azt sem én, sem a Fradi-tábor nem felejti el soha, hogy egy "K?sz?n?m Istenem, hogy nem vagyok fradista" feliratú pólóban ünnepeltem a kecskeméti bajnoki címet az ?ll?i úti pályán. Labdarúgónak készültem, de rapperként ismert meg az ország és nem tagadom, minden pillanatát kiélvezem és kihasználom a zenélésnek: a klubtulajok komoly pénzt fizetnek, hogy náluk csináljak bulit, és míg a korombeli srácok prostikat vesznek, engem a csajok ráncigálnak az ágyba. De még mindig érnek meglepetések... T?led kérte már anyuka, hogy a szeme el?tt tedd magadévá a lányát? Vagy téged utaztatott már ki külf?ldre n? csak azért, hogy veled t?lts?n néhány éjszakát? Na, ugye! Curtis, az utca álma."

Vladimir Dr?ghia ni se confeseaz? cu toat? sinceritatea ?ntr-un volum de poeme care c?nt?re?te exact 21 de grame, ?n care dulcea cucut? ??i des?v?r?e?te efectele ?n simbioz? cu cele mai ale noastre cuvinte. Sunt ni?te note t?rzii din b?t?i de inimi vii, prin care autorul creioneaz? convingerea absolut? care, de altfel, d? titlul c?r?ii.?Omul ?sta cu p?tr??ele pe burtic? are ?nc? for?a unui copil ne?lefuit. Aia pe care noi to?i am pierdut-o acum mult? vreme. Sper ca placheta asta de versuri s? ?ncap? pe m?inile unui editor de treab?. S-o fac? mic?-mic?, s?-ncap? ?n buzunarul de la piept. Acolo, ?n dreptul inimii. Whatever. Po?i s-o bagi ?i-n buzunarul de la blugi. Pe buca st?ng?. S-o mai sco?i din c?nd ?n c?nd ?i s?-?i speli ochii de praf cu o lacrima stupid?.“ – Florin Piersic Junior

E poate ciudat s spun despre o carte ca asta c e o plcere, dar e o plcere. E cu boala i da, e cu moartea, i nu-i vine s-o citeti pn cnd ncepi s-o citeti i ncep s te prind sarcasmele, luciditatea, melancolia tioas, simul luptei i profesionismul poetului; iadul organelor i-a ascuit lui Geacr instinctele i toat energia i s-a strns n minte ca un pumn care lovete, i nu numai s se apere, s atace.Din fericire, cartea e nu numai iad, e i revenirea printre cei vii; doar c ei n-au nicio idee ce nseamn s trieti: cafeaua de diminea/ dup atta timp/ e ca solveig (peer gynt).“ – Dan Sociu

13 interviuri de: Alexandru Vakulovski / deschide.md Dumitru Crudu / Europa Liber? Veronica D. Niculescu / zilesinopti.ro Diana Iepure / revistalaplic.md Sorin-Mihai Grad & Ormeny Francisc / EgoPhobia Ioana Vighi / hyperliteratura.ro Andra Rotaru / luceafarul.ro Amelia St?nescu / Zona Literar? Jovi Ene / filme-carti.ro Nicolae Baldovin / muzaholic.ro Aurelia Borzin / Ziarul Na?ional C?t?lin Stanciu / Merg ?n Bra?ov un cristian / Observator cultural Nu mai ?in minte care a fost primul interviu publicat, dar ?tiu sigur c? primul interviu nescris a fost jucat cu tata, adic? el se juca cu noi, ?nv???ndu-ne ce e o poezie, poveste, proz?, ce e un interviu. (Mihail Vakulovski)

Volum nominalizat la sec?iunea ?Critic?. Istorie ?i Teorie Literar?“ – Premiile ?Observator cultural“, edi?ia a VI-a, 2012 Lucrarea de fa?? pleac? de la ideea c?, odat? cu sf?r?itul anilor ‘60/?nceputul anilor ‘70, se configureaz?, ?n context rom?nesc, o mi?care poetic? cu caracter experimentalist, care se ?ndep?rteaz? de paradigmele modernismului, urm?nd modelul avangardelor interbelice. Principiul fundamental al unei asemenea poezii trebuie c?utat ?n pragmatica ?tiin?ei contemporane, c?ci ea presupune elaborarea unor ?axiomatici“ (concretizate ?n abord?ri teoretice, programe ?i manifeste artistice), urmat? apoi de investigarea, printr-o mi?care de extensie, a limitelor, de c?utarea obstinat? a noului, care se raporteaz? la propria sa ?axiomatic?“ ?n calitate de diferen??, de ?paralogie“, extinz?ndu-i limitele, dar ?i problematiz?nd-o, printr-un demers care e constructiv ?i deconstructiv totodat?, contestatar ?i autocontestatar ?n acela?i timp.

volumul al III-lea dintr-un interviu de un cristian Trilogia lui Ion Cucu este, deopotriv?, o construc?ie editorial? ?i o demonstra?ie personal?. Ion Cucu nu e, cum s-a crezut, doar un fotograf, iar opera lui cap?t? o cu totul alt? dimensiune dac? iese din tiparul unui album oarecare sau al unei expozi?ii, fie ea ?i permanent?. Interviul ?i portretele spun mai mult dec?t povestea unor fotografii – ?mpreun?, acestea dezv?luie talentul, for?a, patimile ?i d?ruirea fotografului celor zece pre?edin?i. Ai Uniunii Scriitorilor. Pentru c? prin aceast? institu?ie s-a legitimat ?i se reg?se?te, ca artist fotograf, scriitorul Ion Cucu. Trilogia s-a sf?r?it, de-acum urmeaz? Istoria. (un cristian)

S?nge albastru nu mai exist? pe pia?a de carte de zeci de ani. De fapt, de la debut, din 1969. C?nd scriu aceste r?nduri, ?nc? nu mi-am rev?zut ?i recitit cartea. Aproape c? pot spune c? nu am habar ce am scris ?n S?nge albastru. ?i nici nu cred c? a? putea fi obiectiv? fa?? de valoarea estetic? a c?r?ilor mele de ?nceput. Nu-mi amintesc s? fi scris cineva, vreun critic, c?t ar fi fost el de neverosimil, despre carte. E?ecul a fost total. To?i colegii de v?rsta mea debutaser? deja, cu brio. Pentru ei ?ncepuser? vremurile recunoa?terii ?i ale privilegiilor. Eu s?pam, ca o c?rti?? kafkian?, bolnav? ?i oarb?, prin p?m?ntul poeziei din capul meu. ?tiu, doar, c? n-am putut dintr-o pudoare (ne)verosimil? s?-mi exhib sentimentele legate de boala care nu m? l?sa s? respir. Aveam tuberculoz? pulmonar? sever?. Am fost inocent?. S?nt ?i acum, dar altfel. A venit Alex Goldi?, un t?nar critic de aproximativ treizeci de ani, care a readus ?n scen? S?nge albastru, un gest exorbitant ?i riscant din partea lui, pentru care ?i mul?umesc. (Angela Marinescu)De peste patru decenii, Angela Marinescu a r?mas una dintre cele mai excentrice figuri ale poeziei rom?ne?ti, de ne?ncadrat ?n nici o poetic? genera?ionist?. ?n S?nge albastru, excelentul volum de debut din 1969 (care m? face s? m? ?ntreb unde s?nt str?lucitele debuturi de alt?dat?), t?n?ra poet? r?sturna abstractismul panteist ?i livresc à la Nichita St?nescu sau Ana Blandiana ?ntr-un imaginar dens ?i grav, ?nc?rcat de fantasme sexuale ?i funerare. Simbolurile ascensiunii, ale tinere?ii ?i ale purit??ii, tipic ?aizeciste, f?ceau loc unui con?inut poetic ponderabil ?i impudic. Ce ?mp?rt??ea poezia Angelei Marinescu cu versurile colegilor de genera?ie era, poate, doar o anumit? calofilie barbian? a formei, la care va renun?a pe parcurs. Cu optzeci?tii are autoarea Blindajului final ?i mai pu?ine lucruri ?n comun, c?ci formula ei poetic? e tot ce poate fi mai str?in ?nscen?rilor textuale. E explicabil, a?adar, faptul c? tocmai postura de outsider o recomand? pe Angela Marinescu drept mam? absolut? a autenticismului rom?nesc. (Alex Goldi?)

Ceea ce surprinde i fascineaz din capul locului n Ppdia electric este naturaleea cu care erban Axinte i transcrie viziunile. Discursul su nu are nimic contrafcut, strident, literar; din contr, poetul las impresia c nu face dect s repertorieze ct mai neutru, cu o precizie de grefier, o lume care i se ofer de-a gata i care, n ultim instan, l cuprinde. E drept c asemenea fotograme, care nu pot fi captate dect n stri liminale, precum visul, hipnoza, beia sau demena, au un aspect halucinant i misterios, de underworld rsrit parc din aburii alcoolului ori cufundat ntr-o memorie lichefiat. Numai c acest efect nu provine din anularea, ci tocmai din dilatarea percepiei comune, din celulele surescitate ale retinei care descoper nu att o irealitate imediat, ct o realitate remixat, n care lucrurile pot fi i aa, i altminteri. N-a putea bga mna-n foc c lumea i-a mai ieit i de aceast dat lui erban Axinte aa cum a vrut. Poezia, ns – cu siguran.“ – Andrei Terianerban Axinte este, dup cum tie toat lumea, unul dintre cele mai bune produse ale criticii literare din ultimul deceniu. Cronicar la Observator cultural, el este i autorul uneia dintre cele mai ambiioase sinteze recente – Definiiile romanului. De la Dimitrie Cantemir la G. Clinescu, o morfologie istoric a romanului romnesc care merit cu prisosin o receptare en fanfare.ns, pe de alt parte, taman faptul c toat lumea tie cine e criticul literar erban Axinte nu-i face un PR prea grozav poetului erban Axinte, cu toate c cel din urm e egalul absolut n drepturi al celui dinti. Lucrul s-a vzut i la precedenta sa carte de poezie, Lumea i-a ieit cum ai vrut (Vinea, 2006) – recomandat de prefaa empatic a lui Doris Mironescu, volumul n-a avut totui receptarea pe care ar fi meritat-o. Iar acum, dup cum se vede, scriu la rndul meu o prefa empatic, spernd din toat inima c Ppdia electric va fi o carte mai norocoas.(...)Ppdia electric e construit din trei cicluri (ca i Lumea i-a ieit aa cum ai vrut, de altfel – ceea ce poate s sugereze un anumit pattern arhitectural urmrit cu schepsis), intitulate decoct, bulb i acele electrice; ei bine, poemele tuturor acestor trei cicluri sunt inervate de imagini remarcabile, deseori de-a dreptul memorabile – citez aproape la ntmplare: s ni se ridice din inim o lumin att de puternic nct custura lumilor s nu se mai vad (acele electrice), ceva crete acum din mine, / cineva sufl asupra mea / cu miliarde de fotoni. // aura / nflorete din bulbul cretetului meu / ntr-o uria ppdie electric (ppdia electric), de ce i este fric, atta timp ct stai acolo, / nimic nu te poate atinge. // ce vd n tine, ce vd n tine, // un cimitir n care toi dumnezeii pmntului / i-au lsat morii s nfloreasc (de ce i este fric) .a.m.d. Sunt, toate, imagini de o mare frumusee, cu care empatizezi instantaneu i te fac s stabileti cu textul de sub ochi acel contract de ncredere despre care vorbea cndva Borges ca de o condiie sine qua non a lecturii de poezie.(...) Aadar, dac inem s-l etichetm generaionist pe erban Axinte, nu putem dect conchide c e cel mai atipic doumiist. Cu excepia obsesiei pentru hapax-ul existenial, nimic nu-l leag de generaia sa: nici poetica, nici maniera, nici tehnica. O atipie profund transpare din tot scrisul lui poetic; or, dup cum se tie, atipicii sunt ntotdeauna ctigtori pe termen lung.“ – Radu Vancu

vine un tractor, un T 82.5 din Bielorusia,nimeni din cei prezen?i nu am mai v?zut a?a ceva –un tractor care s? planteze cartofi,ne apropiem cu fric? de el,femeile se tem s? urce ?n locurile de unde s? pun? cartofii ?ntr?un tub,le apuc? panica, iau ?n m?ini c?te o sap??i zic c? mai bine planteaz? cu propriile m?ini,e prea periculos acest tractor,nu ?tie nimeni cum merge,e dintr-un alt viitor,tractorul ?sta e un fel de monstru Frankenstein,?l atingem ?i apoi fugim de l?ng? el speria?i