Un demers hermeneutic grav, efectuat ?n profunzimile operei ionesciene, ?i demonstr?nd cu asupra de m?sur? c? ??n prima pies? a lui Ionesco, Engleze?te f?r? profesor, comunicarea este repetitiv? ?i alienant?. Recurenta cli?eelor limbii de lemn burgheze este efectul (cauz?) unei existen?e osificate. Alienarea ?ncepe prin a fi pa?nic? ?i sf?r?e?te ?n agresiune. La ?nceput, b?tr?nii so?i Smith se afund? ?n banalitatea comunic?rii. Tinerii so?i Martin fac la fel, potrivit psihologiei v?rstei lor. Primii au o ?n?elepciune senil?. Ultimii, o vitalitate copil?reasc?. Pe parcurs (in)comunicarea se ad?nce?te, cuvintele ??i ?ndep?rteaz? tot mai mult sensurile, p?n? la a le abandona ori livra unei anamneze enun?iative. Sensul, p?r?nd genetic absent, ??i caut? identitatea ontologic? fictiv?, ?ntr-o deriv? total?. Noile contexte generate de un astfel de tip de enun?are creeaz? spa?ii retorice ale (?n)comunic?rii, inabitual proliferante, sf?r?ind adesea, cum s-a observat, ?ntr-un joc de-a masacrul logocratic, rupt de comandamentele – instan?ele – enun??rii. Personajele rostesc replicile automat, ?ntr-un ritm tot mai accentuat“.

Poemele dense, pline de miez ale lui Andrei Fischof curg unul dup altul. Fr ostentaie. Firesc, aa cum ploaia se scurge din orbitele zeilor fr nume, aa cum iarba poate fi numit iarb numai dac este pscut, din timp in timp, de pegaii morilor tineri. nfurat n toga marelui frig, poetul refuz zgomotul, nvlmeala, furtunile agitaiilor zadarnice, optnd mereu pentru ipostaza martorului tcut, marcat de o sensibilitate atent, ochiul su, da, cel triunghiular, din frunte, nregistrnd totul, aproape totul. Poemele-peisaje contureaz o lume a sfritului ntunecat, a degenerescentei, a decadenei i pierderii reperelor. E o lume de comar, o lume nurubat n albia apocalipsei care se inventa, clipa de clipa, provocnd martorul – adunat, strns n el nsui, atent la forurile-i luntrice i la vocea creia i se supune necondiionat – s imagineze discret, evaziv, surpat n uimirea de a fi el nsui: o ans de salvare. i martorul rspunde provocrii, aa cum un copil, fiind, pe malul mrii, harponat spre orizonturile mirabile ale dorinei de a fi, deseneaz, cu un beior, pe nisip, o uria corabie fantastic...“ – Aura Christi.

Simpatia fa de Legiune a fost indirect, prin Nae Ionescu, i n-a avut nici o influen n gndirea i scrierile mele“ (Mircea Eliade, 1978).Mircea Eliade. Anii tulburi: 1932-1938, iat o carte care te ndeamn s-o citeti nc de la lectura titlului. [...] ncearc s pun punctele pe toate i-urile n ceea ce privete relaiile lui Eliade cu micarea legionar. Obiectul de studiu sunt ndeosebi cele 17 articole evident legionare ale viitorului mare istoric al religiilor“ – Liviu Antonesei.Culpa lui Eliade rmne, ns nu trebuie s pierdem din vedere istovitoarea munc pe care a realizat-o pn la sfritul vieii sale i nici faptul c o ntreag coala de istorie a religiilor se revendic pornind de la cercetrile lui“ – Mihaela Gligor.

Selecia prozatorilor din comunism se cere ceva mai struitor argumentat dect cea a prozatorilor interbelici (termen uzual, dar neacoperitor, pentru c includem n aceast perioad i vremurile de rzboi). Exemplaritatea, aici, e motivat de valoarea, originalitatea, insolitul, atipicitatea (stranietatea, cu termenul lui Harold Bloom) epicii. Urmresc – o spun riscnd simplificarea – fondul autohton i forma universal. Dau prioritate experimentului, dac nnoirea este substanial, se integreaz n – i face sau ncearc diferena de – epica occidental. Fac o concesie cu M. Preda, prozatorul emblematic al unei epoci istorice ntunecate (cu toate nuanele de ntuneric i rarele ei strfulgerri de lumin). Previn uor reproul de a ocoli n selecie prozatori care abia dac debutau sau publicau primele cri pn n 1989.“ – Marian Victor Buciu

...Lng zid sttea btrnul, demnul btrn al dimineilor mele. Zidul se continua neted dintr-o cldire, a unui spital poate, cci printr-o ferestruic de la subsol, zbrelit, zream n etajere maldre de cearafuri i de-acolo venea un abur sur i uneori barbotarea unor voci. ns btrnul sttea mai ncolo, lng zid: scund, destul de bine mbrcat pentru o asemenea vreme, cu palton i cciul cu margini, ca la vreo aptezeci de ani, nu mai mult, totdeauna n picioare, foarte lng zi, cu minile n buzunare. Am spus c btrnul era scund, ns lat n umeri, dar aa mi se prea mie, pentru c dura mult timp pn ce treceam de el. Uneori i ddeam un leu. Alteori nu. Plecam de acas i tiam c btrnul va fi acolo, lng zid – rareori se ntmpla s lipseasc, l-am vzut acolo doi ani la rnd, adic dou ierni la rnd, cci numai iarna i fcea apariia, n zori, niciodat dup ce se lumina bine de ziu – i niciodat nu tiam, pn n ultimul moment, dac am s-i dau sau nu moneda. Numai n ultima clip scoteam mna din buzunar (era mai mult o aciune pe cont propriu a braului), iar el, atent i prompt, ntindea mna i i strecuram n palm bnuul.“

Agasat de o doamn? care gira rubrica monden? a unui ziar newyorkez, cu privire la preferin?ele sale, la ?ntrebarea care este obiectul s?u favorit din natur?, Mark Twain a r?spuns, ?n maniera sa unic?: ?O frumoas? mut?!“Ziarist, traduc?tor, autor de c?r?i, Irina Airinei ?ndepline?te doar una dintre condi?ii. Fiind universitar – doctor ?n filologie -, pred?nd cursuri, ?in?nd seminarii, preg?tind studen?i, nu prea are cum s? fie mut?. ?i, cu at?t mai mult, ca ziarist de pres? scris? ?i de radio. Urm?rind ?ns? transcrierile interviurilor luate de ea unor personalit??i din aproape toate domeniile, ??i dai seama c?, departe de a fi t?citurn?, Irina Airinei are o mare calitate: ?tie nu numai s? ?ntrebe, ci mai ales s? asculte. Este perfect con?tient? c? rolul reporterului, dincolo de a descoperi oameni cu vie?i ?i personalit??i interesante, nu este s? se pun? ?n valoare pe sine cu ?ntreb?ri ?inteligente“ p?n? la narcisism sau incisive p?n? la obr?znicie, dimpotriv?, ci s? se apropie de partenerul de discu?ie cu discre?ie, ?ncerc?nd s? scoat? din mintea ?i sufletul s?u tot ceea ce este mai semnificativ ?i mai interesant. Pentru c? oamenilor care au fost ?sorti?i s? vad?“ nu le prea place s? vorbeasc? despre ei ?n?i?i. Multe dintre interviurile sale aduc aminte de tehnicile arheologice, de migala dezgrop?rii cu delicate?e a frumosului ascuns ?n eul interlocutorului, ref?c?nd din cuvinte ceea ce, poate, altfel nu ar fi fost spus niciodat?. (Dorin Suciu)

Dan Ioan Nistor ??i intituleaz? volumul de versuri C?ntul clipei dup? una din poeziile din volumul de debut editorial, Pelerin pe drumul m?slinilor (Editura Metafora, Constan?a, 1996). O selec?ie din poeziile ap?rute ?n volume, dar ?i ?n alte publica?ii la sugestia scriitorilor Geo Vasile ?i Florentin Popescu sunt cuprinse ?n aceast? lucrare. Un prim capitol din C?ntul clipei – Dezgr?diri – ?l prezint? pe autorul aflat ?n peregrin?ri ?n mirificul spa?iu dobrogean. Capitolele T?cerea ta-mi gr?ie?te, Psaltice, Incanta?ii, Imne, glose, Filocalice daruri sunt cele ?n care poetul ??i m?rturise?te permanenta preocupare de a-?i g?si ?mp?carea cu sine, slujirea aproapelui ?i dorin?a apropierii de divinitate ?i de lauda adus? Creatorului.

O panoram? edificatoare a poeziei rom?ne?ti, un dosar de critic ?i poet realizat pe ?ntinderea anilor, aceast? carte cuprinde texte critice publicate ?n revistele Contemporanul, Luceaf?rul, Ramuri ?.a.

Graff Angéla és Encsy Eszter élete és sorsa oly szorosan tartozik ?ssze, akár a nappal és az éjszaka – s ?k ketten éppen ennyire ellentétei is egymásnak. Komor korban t?ltik együtt gyermekéveiket, amelynek s?tétségér?l Angéla mit sem tud, s amely ?r?kre feketére festi Eszter lelkét. Angéla gondtalan áhítattal mosolyog a hajnali fénybe, mik?zben széthulló családja életük romjait menekíti, Eszter pedig tehetetlen irigységgel zokog, amiért nem láthatja szenvedni ezt az ártatlan angyalt. ?vekkel kés?bb találkoznak ismét, a kapocs kettejük k?z?tt egy férfi ? férj és szeret?. Eszter ünnepelt színészn?, mégis boldogtalan: a lelkében izzó démoni gy?l?let lassan elpusztít mindent, ami boldoggá tehetné. Angéla ?r?k gyermek, fogalma sincs a k?rül?tte munkáló gyilkos indulatokról, emészt? szenvedélyekr?l. Nem sejti, hogy akiket a legjobban szeret, háta m?g?tt megcsalják, élete f?lforgatására készülnek. Az ?z?egy szerelmi háromsz?g és egy élethosszig tartó, engesztelhetetlen bosszú kegyetlen t?rténete. Szabó Magda magával ragadó, kíméletlen regénye mé.ltán tette egy csapásra híressé és elismertté szerz?jét: t?bb mint húsz nyelvre fordították le, és máig sem veszített elementáris erejéb?l

Nagy élmény ez az éjszaka! Felettem zldell faág és a csillagos ég.” A csndben zek, dámvadak osonnak le a kopolyához”… – írja naplójában tizenévesen a majdani kutató, a nvénybiológia professzora, két teljes napot egyedül eltltve a Nagynyíri erdben. Folytatódik a sor nyári diákmunkaként egész megyéket feltérképez kerékpártúrákkal, ifjúkori nyaralásokkal, majd eljutunk a már felntt férfi, családapa kutatói munkáival sszekapcsolódó utazásaihoz, tanulmányútjaihoz. Egyszer turista számára elérhetetlen oldalát láthatjuk Hollandiának, Japánnak, megtudjuk, hol van Fokhagymaország”, van-e, volt-e rabszolgaság a 20. sz.-ban, mit mond a távolról jtt magyarnak Dél-Amerika… Megismerhetjük más népek szokásait, vallását, gynyrkdhetünk természeti és épített kincseik szépségében. Ismeretekben gazdag leírások, pontos információkkal az adott ország fldrajzi adottságairól, társadalmáról, olykor trténelmérl is – érzékletesen, élményszeren. Nem hagyva ki a korabeli Magyarország külfldi utakkal kapcsolatos hozzáállását sem... Szülfldjérl, Trtelrl indul, és vissza is tér oda. Bár Szegeden él, mégis tevékenyen vesz részt a település mindennapjaiban. E. L. tudósként gondolkodik, de a hétkznapok nyelvén fogalmaz. Visszaemlékezéseit olvasva knnyedén, szinte észrevétlenül gazdagodik tudásunk, emelkedik lelkünk… Szafián Zsuzsanna tanár, író

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). "IN the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.." (Dante) IN the midway of this our mortal life,I found me in a gloomy wood, astrayGone from the path direct: and e'en to tellIt were no easy task, how savage wildThat forest, how robust and rough its growth,Which to remember only, my dismayRenews, in bitterness not far from death.Yet to discourse of what there good befell,All else will I relate discover'd there.How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'dMy senses down, when the true path I left,But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'dThe valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broadAlready vested with that planet's beam,Who leads all wanderers safe through every way. Then was a little respite to the fear,That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:And as a man, with difficult short breath,Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,Turns to the perilous wide waste, and standsAt gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'dStruggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frameAfter short pause recomforted, againI journey'd on over that lonely steep,The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascentBegan, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather stroveTo check my onward going; that ofttimesWith purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd. ? ?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".

Mosómedvék akcióban: Hamis a mackó

A láthatatlan h?s

Júlia 429. (Bentlakó szeret?)

Nagy d?ntések

Tiffany 231. (Hozd a formád!)

Szívhang 552–553.

Wink, Poppy, Midnight: A h?s, a hazug és a hitvány

Csontváz kis hibával

VII. Olivér

Copperfield Dávid