Piping down the valleys wild,?Piping songs of pleasant glee,?On a cloud I saw a child,?And he laughing said to me:??"Pipe a song about a Lamb!"?So I piped with merry cheer.?"Piper, pipe that song again;"?So I piped: he wept to hear.??"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;?Sing thy songs of happy cheer!"?So I sang the same again,?While he wept with joy to hear.??"Piper, sit thee down and write?In a book, that all may read."?So he vanish'd from my sight;?And I pluck'd a hollow reed,??And I made a rural pen,?And I stain'd the water clear,?And I wrote my happy songs?Every child may joy to hear. ?

Книга объединяет два главных прижизненных издания основателя и ярчайшего представителя поэзии абсурда. Эдвард Лир (1812-1888) – прославленный английский поэт и художник, отец литературного лимерика, жанра, оказавшего заметное влияние на литературу конца XIX и всего XX века. Лимерики (216 забавных пятистиший) приведены на языке оригинала с параллельными переводами, выполненными лучшим российским интерпретатором поэзии нонсенса Борисом Архипцевым, и сопровождаются авторскими иллюстрациями. Переводчик посвятил работе более 20 лет жизни, добившись уникального результата, невиданной прежде полноты раскрытия авторского замысла в сочетании с красотой и естественностью звучания русского стиха. ?…Архипцев переводит Эдварда Лира, как благочестивый толковник – Писание: он передает и смысл, и звук. Точен – часто до мельчайших деталей. Звучен – до самой лихой эквилибристики…??Н. Горбаневская. Книга погружает читателя в атмосферу тонкого английского юмора, превосходно переданного переводчиком, в мир абсурда, делая его близким и понятным человеку любого возраста – от младшего школьного до старшего пенсионного. Издательство Animedia Company желает вам приятного чтения.

Un caleidoscop ?n care se rotesc ?ncet imagini din copil?ria cu mineri, decantoare ?i benzi care transport? c?rbunele sau din adolescen?a ?ntr-o uniform? albastr?. Textele astea spun, ?n fond, pove?ti despre oameni dragi. (Ana Pu?ca?u)Ce-?i r?m?ne de f?cut atunci c?nd e?ti num?rat ?dup? gloan?e“, c?nd ajungi s? asociezi cele mai bune vremuri cu ?primele defil?ri“, prin fa?a ochilor ?i se deruleaz? ?toate marile filme ale indiferen?ei“, iar ?n loc de cer nu mai reu?e?ti s? vezi dec?t ?sute/de mii de c?m??i albastre cu epole?i“? Nu-?i r?m?ne altceva dec?t s? ratezi ?tot ce se putea rata“, asta e lec?ia pe care o ?nva?? at?t de bine ?i o pred?, iat?, mai departe, f?r? gre?eal?, fosta elev? a L(iceului) M(ilitar). De?i pare imprimat pe o band? magnetic?, iar limbajul este ?n esen?? unul sever, discursul ?pedagogic“ din te a?tept ca pe un glonte las? s? se strecoare printre r?nduri suficient din emo?iile, respira?iile sau ezit?rile instan?ei emitente, astfel ?nc?t abilitatea celei aflate la pupitru s? devin? de necontestat. Pentru c?, da, Ana Pu?ca?u convinge f?r? probleme, indiferent dac? scrie despre identit??i furate, manevre sterile, r?zboi, iubire sau ratare. (Cristina Ispas)Un spa?iu disciplinar, depresiv, amenin?at de gloan?e, p?ndit de moarte – o zon? biografic? marcat? de absolvirea LM-ului. Prezen?a semnificativ? a conjunctivelor ?i condi?ional-optativelor m? face s? cred c? totul ar putea fi ?ntocmai, iar rezultatul, exact cel b?nuit, c? oricine poate juca rolul principal propus de Ana Pu?ca?u. Concrete?ea spa?iilor nu se dezminte nici un moment, poeta r?m?n?nd fidel? geografiei ?i istoriei imediate, realiz?nd astfel un sumbru decor al lumii la ?nceput de mileniu; cu fabrici dezafectate, baruri, camioane ?i, de ce nu, cu Bosnia sau Basarabia. Teama care str?bate volumul, ca o ven? sub?ire, tr?deaz? fragilitatea de care literatura ultimelor decenii are at?ta nevoie. Debutul poetic al Anei Pu?ca?u este – probabil – cel mai a?teptat (?i mai reu?it) din zona Timi?oarei, ?n ultima vreme. (Moni St?nil?)

Nihilismul lui tefan Bolea este o masc n spatele creia se ascunde o inocen perpetuu incandescent. Revolta blasfematorie a poetului marcheaz un ritual de trecere spre iniiere, degajnd, n mod paradoxal, o nemrginit sete de via. Muzicalitatea incantatorie a textelor n limbile german, englez i romn plonjeaz cititorul n viziunea lumii reale.“ (Basarab Nicolescu)

Ha nem lennének angol kosztüm?s filmek és szürkéskék szemek, a világ is sokkal biztonságosabb hely volna. Legalábbis így vélekedik Mész?ly Dóra, a LEI magazin újságírója, amikor elhatározza, hogy interjút kér a híres angol színészt?l, Edward Yorke-tól. A feladat egyszer?nek t?nik, hiszen a férfi éppen Budapesten forgatja legújabb filmjét, ám a kezdeti biztató jelek után az ügy egyre bonyolultabbá válik… A lány váratlan akadályok sorával találja magát szemk?zt, ám az egyébként is makacs természet? Dóra nem ismer lehetetlent. Minden találékonyságát latba vetve üld?zi tovább a színészt, mik?zben kalandjai hol filmgyári díszletek k?zé, hol egy magánnyomozó irodájába, hol az éjszakai Budapest kocsmáiba, hol egy londoni szállodába sodorják. De vajon sikerül-e rátalálnia Edwardra? M?RK LEON?RA az Elle magazin f?szerkeszt?-helyettese, el?tte évekig a N?k Lapja munkatársaként dolgozott. H?sn?jével, Mész?ly Dórával szemben nem az interjú a kedvenc m?faja, de ha valaki igazán felkelti az érdekl?dését, ? sem adja fel k?nnyen… ?Vágyni, csodára várni, álmodozni: jó. Tudom, mit érezhetett a k?nyv szerz?je, amikor megszületett benne a vágy. Ismerem az érzést, ami a csoda k?zelében meglep, és az álmodozás sem áll távol t?lem. M?rk Leonóra nagyon pontosan és végtelenül ?nironikusan mutatja be a fázisokat. Egyszer én is évekig üld?ztem egy német punkénekest. Aztán, amikor elkaptam, a fülembe csengtek egy kedves versnek a sorai: ?Nem akarok elérni semmit. Nem akarom, hogy ne legyen mire vágynom.? Hogy a k?nyv újságíró f?szerepl?je mit érez a kalandok során, nem árulom el. Járjuk vele végig az utat. K?nnyen magával húz, élvezet k?vetni. A vége meg: maradjon csattanó.” Karafiáth Orsolya

Bipoláris érzelmi zavar – hangzik a kórházi pszichiáter diagnózisa… Gyógyíthatatlan mentális betegség. Péceli Rita megrémül: ezek szerint élete végéig ?bolond” marad? Rita kezdetben megpróbálja ott folytatni, ahol a diagnózis el?tt abbahagyta. ?m széls?séges érzelmi hullámzásai alatt rossz d?ntéseket hoz, rossz kapcsolatokat k?t, elveszíti szerelmét, és biztos állása, megélhetése is veszélybe kerül. Egy éven belül háromszor kell befeküdnie a pszichiátriára. Rita a sok szenvedés hatására végül úgy d?nt, felveszi a keszty?t, és szembenéz a betegséggel. Vajon siker koronázza-e az er?feszítéseit, és képes lesz-e együtt élni a betegséggel, ha megfogadja segít?i tanácsait? ?lhet-e majd ezután is teljes érték? életet? S ami talán a legfontosabb: megtalálja-e a boldogságot? A regény igaz t?rténet alapján íródott. ?– Talán én nem tettem meg mindent – vallottam be halkan. – ?s félek, nem is fogok tudni megtenni. Pedig nem akarok újra kórházba kerülni. – Látja, most megfogalmazta a célját – mosolygott a szem?ld?két felhúzva Kamilla. – Higgye el, sikerülni fog. Kételkedve sóhajtottam fel, de akkor és ott megmozdult bennem valami. Elt?kéltem: mindent meg fogok tenni, nehogy megint a pszichiátrián k?ssek ki. – Az els? lépés, hogy elfogadják magukat – folytatta a pszichológus. – ?gy, ahogy vannak. A betegségüket. Ne vádolják magukat érte, ne érezzék szégyenbélyegnek, ne tagadják el saját maguk el?l, ha baj van. Maguk ugyanolyan értékes emberek, mint bárki más.”

Un b?iat de ?ase ani care a impresionat-o pe ?mp?r?teasa Austriei cu geniul s?u muzical Un compozitor care a scris peste 600 de concerte, sonate, simfonii ?i opere ?n cei treizeci ?i cinci de ani c?t a tr?it Un muzician serios c?ruia ?i pl?cea s? spun? glume stupide Toate cele de mai sus! ? Afl? mai multe despre adev?ratul Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart ?n aceast? biografie amuzant? ?i minunat ilustrat?!

Un copil care a ?nv??at s? deseneze ?nainte s? ?nve?e s? vorbeasc?. Un iubitor de animale care avea un ?oricel, o broasc?-?estoas?, o maimu?? ?i o mul?ime de pisici ?i c?ini. Cel mai celebru artist al secolului al XX-lea. Toate cele de mai sus! Afl? mai multe despre adev?ratul Pablo Picasso ?n aceast? biografie amuzant? ?i minunat ilustrat?!

Nebunul indian este al treilea volum semnat de Ovidiu Raul Vasiliu ?i marcheaz? maturitatea liric? a t?n?rului poet ie?ean. Cartea con?ine peste 60 de poeme scrise ?n ultima perioad?, autorul exers?nd cu succes diverse registre stilistice ?i prozodice, ?n versuri ?sub a c?ror dexteritate formal? se ?ntrez?re?te ceea ce niciodat? nu poate fi exprimat p?n? la cap?t“ (Daniel Cristea-Enache).

Dou? spa?ii literare: cel rom?nesc ?i cel spaniol. Dou? planuri de abordare: teoretic ?i hermeneutic.Acela?i element de referin??: metafic?iunea. Un studiu semnat de Anamaria Blanaru care vizeaz? o cercetare complex? a metafic?iunii, o privire critic? asupra polemicilor ?n care a fost abordat acest subiect.?

E textul pe baza cruia am fcut spectacolul Habemus bebe, n primvara lui 2014, mpreun cu soul meu, regizorul Robert Blan. Iniial nu-l voiam publicat, apoi m-am rzgndit, publicarea i d o via textului pe care scena nu i-o poate da (i invers cred c e la fel de valabil). Non Stress Test va fi un poem mai lung, pe o tem care nu a fost i nici nu este la mod: maternitatea. E nsoit i de un set de fotografii, sper s fie o carte mito. i de data asta m-am jucat cu limitele genului: o variant a textului a aprut deja n traducere (n bulgar i n maghiar) ca text de teatru”. (Elena Vldreanu)

The Divine Comedy describes Dante's journey through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso), guided first by the Roman poet Virgil and then by Beatrice, the subject of his love and of another of his works, La Vita Nuova. While the vision of Hell, the Inferno, is vivid for modern readers, the theological niceties presented in the other books require a certain amount of patience and knowledge to appreciate. Purgatorio, the most lyrical and human of the three, also has the most poets in it; Paradiso, the most heavily theological, has the most beautiful and ecstatic mystic passages in which Dante tries to describe what he confesses he is unable to convey (e.g., when Dante looks into the face of God: "all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa" — "at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe," Paradiso, XXXIII, 142). His glory, by whose might all things are mov'd,Pierces the universe, and in one partSheds more resplendence, elsewhere less. In heav'n,That largeliest of his light partakes, was I,Witness of things, which to relate againSurpasseth power of him who comes from thence;For that, so near approaching its desireOur intellect is to such depth absorb'd,That memory cannot follow. Nathless all,That in my thoughts I of that sacred realmCould store, shall now be matter of my song. Benign Apollo! this last labour aid,And make me such a vessel of thy worth,As thy own laurel claims of me belov'd.Thus far hath one of steep Parnassus' browsSuffic'd me; henceforth there is need of bothFor my remaining enterprise Do thouEnter into my bosom, and there breatheSo, as when Marsyas by thy hand was dragg'dForth from his limbs unsheath'd. O power divine!If thou to me of shine impart so much,That of that happy realm the shadow'd formTrac'd in my thoughts I may set forth to view,Thou shalt behold me of thy favour'd treeCome to the foot, and crown myself with leaves;For to that honour thou, and my high themeWill fit me. If but seldom, mighty Sire!To grace his triumph gathers thence a wreathCaesar or bard (more shame for human willsDeprav'd) joy to the Delphic god must springFrom the Pierian foliage, when one breastIs with such thirst inspir'd. From a small sparkGreat flame hath risen: after me perchanceOthers with better voice may pray, and gainFrom the Cirrhaean city answer kind. About Dante: Durante degli Alighieri, simply referred to as Dante (1265–1321), was a major Italian poet of the Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called La Comedia and later called Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature. In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta ("the Supreme Poet") or just il Poeta. He, Petrarch and Boccaccio are also known as "the three fountains" or "the three crowns". Dante is also called the "Father of the Italian language".

Ez volt ám az ember, ha kellett, a gáton, Nem terem ma párja hetedhét országon; Ha most feltámadna s elj?ne k?zétek, Minden dolgát szemfényvesztésnek hinnétek. Hárman sem birnátok súlyos buzogányát, Parittyak?veit, ?klel? kopjáját; Elhülnétek, látva rettenetes pajzsát, ‘?s, kit a csizmáján viselt, sarkantyúját.’ […] He was brave and fearless, always ready for fight, There’s nobody like him here and there and world-wide; If he would rise from dead and would come to your ranks, You’d believe all his things to be fancies and cranks. Neither three of yours could raise his ponderous mace And his sling-stones and pike and his iron sword-lace; You’d be well dumbfounded looking at his grand shield, ‘And at spurs he had on his boots in battle-field.’ ?

Edi?ia de fa?? o reproduce ?ntocmai pe cea din 1966 care a v?zut lumina tiparului la Editura pentru literatura ?i este menit? s? repun? – laolalt? cu alte titluri editate de noi – ?n circula?ie numele ?i opera unui mare profesor de filosofie ?i a unui important om de cultur? din perioada interbelice. Edi?ia este structurat? pe c?teva capitole, cum ar fi bun?oar? ?Amintiri din copil?rie ?i tinere?e“, ?Amintiri culturale, didactice ?i politice“, cuprinz?nd, ?ntre altele, ?i coresponden?a cu Titu Maiorescu, conferin?e ?i cursuri ?inute la Viena, Paris, Geneva, Praga, Oslo ?i Bruxelles. ?Petrovici a avut o via?? fracturat?. ?ntr-o vreme, a urcat n? pe Everestul performan?ei ?i al recunoa?terii publice, de unde, atunci c?nd istoria s-a virusat de o ideologie apocaliptic?, s-a pr?bu?it direct ?n groapa Marianelor, b?ntuit? de tot felul de silnicii ?i nes?buin?e. Mult? vreme s-a am?git cu in?elesul m?ng?ietor al filosofiei, a?a cum i-l h?r?zise cei vechi, dar s-a ?i ?nfiorat de mizeriile ei, atunci c?nd a v?zut-o dec?zut? ?n condi?ia de surogat ideologic. Oare trebuia, dup? ce a privit lumea prin sp?rtura pe?terii lui Platon, s-o p?ndeasc? ?i din spatele gra?iilor ?i ale z?voarelor trase? Vremurile noi, rascolnice, l-au g?sit total nepreg?tit. Glasul s?u, obi?nuit s? peroreze ?n aule universitare, ?n Camera, ?n Academie, ?n cadrul unor fastuoase reuniuni interna?ionale a fost, pentru multe decenii, obligat la t?cere.“ (Ionel Necula)

Un fast spectacol despre feminitate, moarte ?i alte teme eterne, ne ofer? de ast? dat? redutabilul eseist, istoric ?i critic literar Irina Petra?, despre care Marin Mincu scria c? este ?cel mai “b?rbat“ critic al nostru“. ?Demersul constituie o modalitate de a-?i apropia moartea, propria moarte, de a o studia sub lupa m?ritoare, de a o ?ine deliberat, zi de zi, ceas de ceas, al?turi, ?n imediata proximitate, pentru a te impulsiona s? fii c?t mai mult, c?t mai decis ?n spirit, pentru a te determina s? te investe?ti ?n toate cu ?ntreaga-?i fiin??, una dintre limitele c?reia e moartea-cea-cotidian?, pentru a te remodela, sim?ind atingerea botului mor?ii, pentru a recurge la travaliul dep??irii de sine prin crea?ie. A nu te obi?nui cu vecin?tatea mor?ii, obi?nuindu-te ?n acela?i timp, a realiza eficienta ei, adun?ndu-te, sporindu-?i eficien?a, a fi, ?n pofida con?tiin?ei tragice a finitudinii umane – iat? o piatr? de ?ncercare, iat? un examen major, la care au c?zut nu pu?ini. Cei ce-au rezistat constituie pentru Irina Petra? un fast obiect de studiu, care, fiind cercetat cu acribia unui colec?ionar, nelipsit de o redutabil? experien?? ?n domeniu, alc?tuiesc o galerie acoperit? cu oglinzi, ?n care, v?z?nd reflectat propriul univers, propriile spaime, frici, angoase, nelini?ti, autorul se supune, el ?nsu?i, din spirit de fair play, dar ?i dintr-un subtil, rafinat amestec de sado-masochism intelectual, unui examen: ?i va rezista co?ul pieptului? va ?ti sa r?spund?? dar s? reziste? Ei, mon?trii sacri… au rezistat, descriind modul ?n care se men?in pe muchia abisului, ?n care ?i-au v?zut propriul chip, contemplat de cineva…“ (Aura Christi)

Editorul, criticul ?i istoricul literar clujean Irina Petra? propune lectorilor un studiu despre locurile favorite din literatura rom?n? ?i cea universal?, paginile de teorie literar? oferind nu pu?ine repere asupra predilec?iilor clasicilor autohtoni de la Eminescu ?i Creang? p?n? la Norman Manea ?i Marta Petreu. Cartea se adreseaz? elevilor, studen?ilor, precum ?i publicului larg de cititori.

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...

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)

Coresponden?? primit? de Geo Bogza de la Stephan Roll, Sa?a Pan?, Mary-Ange Pan?, Victor Brauner, Ilarie Voronca, Colomba Voronca, grupul ?Alge“ ??n Epistolarul avangardist, care con?ine coresponden?a pe care Geo Bogza a primit-o de la reprezentan?ii grupului Alge, este ?i o poveste con?inut? aici, ?n aceste scrisori, o poveste de via??, de supravie?uire, de construire, de fapt, a unei poetici de grup ?i a unei ac?iuni culturale rom?ne.“ – Carmen Mu?at ?Pe mine cel mai mult m-a emo?ionat Epistolarul. Au fost ni?te lucruri de care nu ?tiam ?i pe care le-am citit cu foarte mult? emo?ie, ceea ce m-a f?cut s? mai r?scolesc ?i s? m? uit cu mai mult? aten?ie. Erau scrisori de la mama, am ?nceput s? m? uit ?i ?n jurnalul ei ?i am descoperit o serie de lucruri extraordinare. O s? continui s? cercetez.“ – Vladimir Pan?

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.

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...“