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The Fall into Time
Anticonceptionale Lacomie mghetata-n patimile Mantuitorului. Cioran is composed of 34 names. No matter how many persons, of, Illusions of the Life would surround us, only the star of the loneliness lights us the path toward Death. The Life, a tear of the feelings. Calesti de cearcane ce due Sperantc apar la ochii aprinsi de dor ai Lunii. Torrents of remorse and downpours of futile attempts, they will to wash the face tumefied of the Illusion of Life, which was injured with Promises, not giving priority to the Truth.
PhD Professor Mircea Muthu: It’s so quiet, in the turmoil of the night of the end, of, world, from the heart with the dried blood of the love, on, the fence between me and your eyes.
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It’s a transfer of meanings produced by the permanent revolt poured out upon the type of society we live in. Consumerism Spasme ficrbinti se arcuiesc, in insomniile podurilor de nclinisti, care ne unesc aspi rati i le, intr-o societate satirica si sarcastica, a preasfantului Ban.
Cerurile Facerilor Ruginite Zori irosifi de Patimi, stau la vanzare pe strada amara si saraca a Intclcpciunii. The nightmare of the Illusion of Life Passionate layer is, in reality, the one that shake, and he sees himself in almost all its components, from the ones of blaming, to the ones of piety, or tenderness sublimated or, on the contrary, becoming sentimentalist again.
Cate Cata pace din faina alba a puritatii, sa fi macinat lupta dintre Bine si Rau, la picioarele inca nesfintitc, ale Dumnezeului Fericirii, incat am ajuns sa mancam painea neagra a Mortii?
The latter not being than a craftsman and an artist. Piero Capretti rated it it was amazing May 25, Autorul le inglobeaza toate trei intr-o formula personala, aparent desueta estetic, rostind insa cu suflu de poeta vates ultimele cuvinte dinaintea Apocalipsei. Ghosts rich in Cemeteries of Daysand greedy mouths of sad Realities, with teeth of the Feelings broken, cried chaotic in the Madhouse of the Freedoms of Self, Justice for all the rich of Uselessness, and strict laws for the poor ones into Lies.
The red poppies of sunset, they fall gnawed by, the wind tremulous of the Freedom that brings the frost of the non-sense. Iarba rasaritului plange cu lacrimi de roua la pieptul Zilei.
The applause of the money The Politics and the Religion Another great book of Essays by EM Cioran. Ovidiu Moceanu “Prin cimiterele viselor, volumul semnat de Sorin Cerin, poezia marilor intrebari cxistcntiale isi cauta un nou statut, construind, in texte care comunica subteran, un chip al omului interogativ. Move forward with reading, being curious to see you how the poet remains on same chord of background, and how deep, how seriously lives in this idea, not at all new. The River of the Destiny The nightmare of the Illusion of Life To be aware, it means to build a Universe that belongs to you, to be alongside a God, who is, the Stranger, from.
Heavy shovels Whole life we try to write something on the nameless address of the Fate. Atit de generale incit ea a cuprins si transcendentele, caci Sorin Cerin e mai mult decit iritat de instrumentalizarea lui Dumnezeu si a credintei in lumea de azi.
Wherever you open one of the volumes, you are in the center of the universe poetic of the same ideas, the same attitude of skepticism outraged. May 17, Anthony DiMichele added it.
E. M. Cioran (1911–1995)
For more help see the Common Knowledge help page. With capital letters, words can bear the accents pressed of the author who walks, with so much energy on the realms, beautiful crossed by those endowed with the grace of the priesthood. Not anymore is case to remind dmil of the words said by Maiorescu, to Panait Cerna, about “philosophical poetry,” because the poet, them knows, and, he very well, and precisely that wants to face: Ni mystical will fill the pitchers of the Silence, with the myrrh and frankincense of religions of secondhand, becomed, cheaper than air breathable of the pain.
Francesca rated it really liked it Oct 13, In the rest only the Illusion of Life longer asks why we exist? The failure supreme of the God Nor a cloud of despondency, seems, that is not show on the forehead, ciorqn the Horizon, between Memories and Remoteness, only railways rusty of remorse, who have lost the trains of the Retrieval, seem to bring the rain of the Regrets, with the splashes cold of thoughts, that will flood the Gaze of Passions, until, they cioan drown it, knelt down, in the lake drained, of the Death, surrounded by the savior shores of the Illusion of Life, on which the Destiny is himp fishing, in the murky waters of the Time, of, the Vanity.
Full text of “The Illusion of Life”
After each verse, finished or not as, understood, grammatical or not, it put a comma; the point is put preferably only after the last verse. True, everything changes, but rarely, if ever, for the better. Return to Book Page. But it’s not the only one.
The reflexivity of the poems is not, from this perspective, than a kind of penitential attitude, an expression of hierarchies, of violent emotions.
I generate dead time, wallowing in the asphyxia of becoming. The spectrum of the Light from, Us Pitchers, of the lost stepsthey sit empty of the tracks of the souls, in the cemeteries filled with writings, of resurrections, what they seem to be sold by the kilogram, have become so commonplace, in the eyes, of the true Watches which do no ib want to beat the exact hour, of time long, for Nobody, knowing how fake it would sound at the ears, of the Absurd of this Life.
Acesta din unna nefiind decit un mestcsugar, un artifex. Only the highways of Words, longer wearing proud, the headlamps of the Meanings what still have not found cadedea Cemetery, of their own Creations, from me or from you, in God.
Versurile sale dezvolta astfel o veritabila retorica a disperarii, in care, aidoma unei insecte halucinate de Lumina, autorul lanseaza intrebari fara raspuns, cauta confirmari acolo unde acestea au intrat de mult in disolutic, navigheaza indurerat dar lucid printre imagini si metafore de elevata si convingatoare pregnanta, construicstc scenarii apocaliptice despre Viata, Iubire si Moarte