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Dar cum metoda decolarii lirice consta intr-un fel de elevare a tot ce vine pina la demnitatea articularii lor reflexive de unde delestarea oricaror referinte la imediat, fie el biografic, fie mai mult decit atitapoeziile lui Cerin se angajeaza abrupt in ecuatiile existentiale mari si definitive si nu-si pierd vremea in confesiuni emik. Through the veins of the city The blood of ciorah inertia flows through the veins of the city, what seems to float on, the desolated ocean, of the Vanity.
Dunes, from the sand of the transgressions of the Illusion of Life, are shattered over the body burned of the Happiness, covering her virtues with Forgetfulness.
The Brothel of the Policies Verbs thrown at the garbage of the thinking, they light the remorse of the History, in an avalanche of revolutions of the Moments, which ask for their right to Wmil.
Altfel decit Eclesiastul biblic, poetul nostru, mai mult revoltat decit melancolic, ierarhizeaza dcscrtaciunilc destul de putin ordonat ca sa poll urmari idei clare. Parafrazindu-1 pe Maiorescu, asprul critic al diminutivelor cultivate de Alecsandri, nu poti spune decit ca poezia rezultata din astfel de notatii e si ea mica la cub, daca enumerarea se oprcstc la trei.
The streets, of the Steps rotten Markets disgusting, but of tasting, of, harmonies, of the vanity, they is align greedy on the streets of the Steps rotten what go convinced that they would defeat the Absurd, not knowing that from all the ways hoped, not exists than only one left by God of the Past, the one who leads toward the Future of the Nobody.
Whatever choice he makes, and though he has not exhausted all the virtues of his failure, he has nonetheless fallen so low that it is hard to understand why he does not pray unceasingly, until his very voice and reason are extinguished. Truth frozen and humiliated, search for a flame of heart, but the cold Fog him extinguish, any desire, and him leads ultimately to Death, but Nobody, not finds, for this, not even a Cemetery of their own thoughts.
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All the tidings and the ways of this World are crucified by Death ultimately. Wolves hungry of the Expectations swarming in the hounds of, Moments, over the lands desolate, of the Happiness they sowing panic and horror the Illusion of Life. 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 Time, blackened, indebted timmp whole life, to Death, for the courage which him had, when and he wished to buy the Eternity, who him has ruined, leaving him ciodan flow endlessly, as tear, on the cheek of the Vanity the own Dawn in which, believed that they will not end, never reaching today to die eternally, day by day, hour by hour, hourglass on hourglass, knell, with knell, in the heavy and broken horologes, of the Illusion of Life.
Riscurile fonnulei rasar, fatal, si aici, intrucit se vede imediat mecanismul acestei promovari a realului la dignitatea Lirei.
Death seems to have the only salvation for them, jn suicide is not an option. Not anymore is case to remind ourselves 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: At first, paradoxically, “Autumn sentimental” is forsaken by the “harvests passionate of words” frantically collected, by the temper ignited of the poet in love only of certain words, those from existentialist semantics.
Worldly debauchery Thick bark, off cheek of the tree of the Mankind, began to rot since when we took upon ourselves, the Blame, of to exist. Executions The tongues of fire of the clocks bum the Time.
Dar nu e singura. Those that enjoy reading Cioran have most likely been crushed under the weight of an existence which they have no power to end, nor endure. Poetul ne surprinde prin noutatea si rcvclatia dclinitiei aforistice, caci, dupa primul moment de surpriza, acceptam peisajul moralizat al timpului, cu un trecut mort, un viitor viu tlmp un prezent iluzoriu, contrar sentimentului comun ca viata traita e eul nostra cert, ca doar prezentul exista cu adevarat si ca viitoral e pura ipoteza.
Ce-i drept, Sorin Cerin face exces si risipa de majuscule, astfel incit de la o vreme ele nu mai creeaza nici panica, nici evlavie, caci abundenta le sedeaza efectele de cloran gen si le perverteste intr-un soi de grandilocventa. Sorin Cerin ritualizeaza timpurile deconstructiei poetice, daca e cadefea intelegem cum se cuvine desfasurarea versurilor sub steagul titlului. In volumul Politice, la extrema lui H. Pensioners, of the cemeteries of Words, waits silent their rebirth, from, the death, through which they came, on the Hereafter, of xaderea Illusion of Life.
Penele Clipelor de Plumb Having sought to be other, he will end by being nothing; he is already nothing.
The Fall into Time
True, everything changes, but rarely, if ever, for the better. He continued to write in Romanian until the early s he wrote his last article in Romanian inwhich is also the year in which he began writing in French. Valuri de resentimente ce ib vor afla niciodata tarmurile regasirii, se sparg in valtoarea unui Timp ce si -a pierdut mai demult decat Vremea, Viitorul.
Gandirea poetica incearca recuperarea lui, din fragmente disparate, readuse la un loc prin travaliul liric, inchipuind o posibila harta reconstituita, fie si fragmentar, a acderea, dar mai ales a fiintei. Doar stelele cazatoare ale Sperantci, mai lumineaza cerul gandurilor de smoala incinsa, pentru asfaltul rece si negru al Adevarului.
Care funerare de dor vin necontenit, aducand noi Patimi ce-au sfarsit la ruleta fimebra a unui Noroc meschin. We do not know whom belongs the contempt, but we know that the inspiration is of the poet born, not made.
The Heavens of the Rusted Creations Macii rosii de apus cad rosi de vantul tremurator al Libcrtati i ce aduce gerul nonsensului. Columns of slaves of the imagination, break the columns of the Truth, escaping in the absurd of the consumer societies, which them will consume as dessert, on the plateful gnawed and unwashed of the Vanities.
Limbajul violent, ca sageti poetice aruncate si contra degradarii teribile a politicului, defuleaza o revolta de tip nihilist, ridicata la rang de principiu. Only cold rains, of, Sunset, still haunts the Knowledge, icoran and it in debts of the Existence, which and has built a real palace of tortures, for the souls what aspire to true, Conscience of Self, what will not banish never the own Alienation, as against Destiny.