Exercises for stopping the thinking
And the malformation of sentiments
Tiles with spiritual imprints,
Sharply stressed eyes
Photographed rains
Gatherings of people in the streets
Slaughter of the consciences
More absurd than the absurd
Atheistic religion
Performance of abnormality
Beyond hearing
Up to me a reality
State of depression
The shock of social irrationality
Communication through hate
The science of not managing
And the lesson of giving lessons
Smart boys with narrow minds
Double dealers
Bad exist – and there will be
Made some more!

*

God, give them all they don’t want
To each one according to his own
Unpleasantness
Combine for thrashing souls
The inflammation of the ego
Jumps from dignity to humiliation
The struggle with the ideological dragon
As in the Raphael paintings
It makes you what you are not
Theory stuffed down the throat
As a snake swallowed from a pitcher
By mowing farmers,
Writers without literary aptitude
Substitute for editors in chief and journalists
Black-listed loves
Passions cancelled by decrees
Poetical seclusions
The metaphors hardly standing
On their own legs
As a malign tumor
Expelled from the temple of ghosts
Mute badness is haunting in Art
Fear of the fear…

*

Reserved words, power’s adversaries are
Begging ‘round the corners of literature,
The chivalry finds itself in a deep
Center of accuracy,
Taxes have been imposed on words of wisdom
Paid with hard years of jail,
The chain of party-minded thieves have
Feudalized the country from one end to the other,
The spirit, instigated by escapism into the
Immediate unreality, has been tied up tightly
With shiny staves of phrases and slogans
The topic has been turned upside down
Knocked about by autocratic dams
The conscience became screwed up in
The vacuum’s spine, molded
In the narrow matter of ideology
Tied up in the path of conferences
Of inutility, exiled in itself, stranger
To itself, adhesive to the inhuman
An obscure theory, but opposed to
Obscurity

*

Transcended, but contrary to
Transcendentality
Abusively stuffed – and due to that –
Valueless
Intentionally not understanding the intelligible,
Leading the world over to nothingness
According to the Manicheism doctrine
The world is being governed by
Two principles:
Bad and worse
The sinking of ego into a differentialized collective
Derision of individual creation
Periodically checking the soul
Time locked in a bundle
Flowing as a drop of foul water
‘To be’ meaning a permanent struggle
With survival
The real hour formed by reproduction into a fantasy
Atheism
Invisible pain
Infatuated, hatred for one’s fellow man
Mute ideology
Uninvented, unidentified
Spiritual genocide

*

Falling into emptiness
Periodically, I keep a record of the
Metaphysical sufferance, of the assured and
Unconventional ache,
Unemployed in poetry,
With mutilated sentiments
Mimicking apparent living
My love’s confinement
In the terrible prison of my soul
Romanian ether dispersed throughout
The world, in the Irelands of ancient civilizations
Season of supplementary torments
Pitch variations at the joining of an
Entire nation
The lust of moral defeat at all levels
Settled beyond joy’s beard
A Romanian directs
The nation’s funeral march
Towards the cemetery of history

*

Forced prayers addressed to the party
Expressed while kneeling
With tears of illusion flowing down
A child’s cheek
The bird carrying death on its wings
Going ‘round the light
There is no more Sun, but a
Communist Nietzsche
Revolted his tomb
They rebel in despair, once a pain
Tranquility now is bitter agony
The artificial silence is smelling of rust
And the immutable hours with sand
In their mouths
Such stated Zarathustra!
The impersonation of any tendency
To put out from hazy vortex,
The untouchability of the moon’s rays
In local Hell,
The dawns which don’t want to show,
Our mornings measured with the disappearance
Due to the excess of night,
The lack of red scorching heat
Would be forbidden

*

The reprieve from religion has
Built itself an anti-religion
Bowing in front of the worldly idols
Of the presidential family
Tenebrous worship encouraged by
The mighty
Males who are routing blindly
In the cellar of the thesis
Coming out to the surface
Is fatal
Night bats through the basement
Of words
The labyrinth of the state bureaucracy
Appoints the personality
We snatch away our eyes from the
Unpleasantness to see differently
We cut our hearing by shouts of a slow death
The therapeutics of petting used with
The imaginary
The madness of foolish letters from the
Foolish boss
Surrealism instead of reality
The pigmy walking
Walking on all fours
Crawling in front of the dictator
Walking alone

*

Walking with no legs
An animal walking on four legs
Stopped walking
Walking in a herd
Walking to the head in order to
See the world
Walking on one’s belly
Walking on one’s hands in front of officials
Marched walking for intimidation
Walking in the shadow
Crawfish walking
And a pigmy riding on the
Nation’s hump
The continuous walking towards
The country’s truth
We are heading towards the center
Of the impossible
The wind is scattering the scum
Of society
The lowest threshold of human
Standing, touched
The thin thread of real history
Will come to a halt

*

New Men:
People without memory, without
Brains, without conscience,
The collective drama created by an
Authoritarian author with a limited lexicon,
Servant’s ideas,
Lies of the lying lie,
The citizens find themselves in a form
Of nonexistence,
The structure of a non-structured republic
Flooded by dusted weeds,
The infinite words of
Ineffectual leaders
Through the act of sanctifying
Impudence,
The real is less real,
The art of more politics,
The illusion, more voluminous through the illusion
Those taboo are more taboo,
Ideology’s tubs poured over
The peoples’ heads
The leader is a God
To whom belongs the Truth,
Nothing else is true,
Non-Earth feelings

*

Excess of police,
We are fighting like Georges Bataille: in vain -
Like the wind against the mill
Persuasive ideal trials
Verbal allusion, of the power drunk
Smelling of propaganda far away
Brutally filmed
The population distributed in a grotesque
Theater
Directed by a demented producer
Characters who are only walking on
Throughout life
Hallucinatory images
Human monsters going downstream
On the biological evolutionary scale
Human animals
The doctrine walks on the streets
In Nazi boots and blue caps
The festive artillery of slogans
And the undeserved homages are
Projectiles of streaky words like
The snail’s track
The duly way of going up
Falling down
The way against time, individual time
Impoverished happiness

*

Surrogates of petty joy, daily
Fatal and hilarious theory
Metamorphasized life in death
From living time itself
Illiterate, self-proclaimed professors
Engineers, doctors -- geniuses with their minds
Covered with a mighty yoke
Wills discovered as the line
Between negligence and ignorance
Poetry tortured in the party’s cape
Sings with the voice of a crow
No one has any more room for anyone
Self-outlets are bursting from the
Deprivation of manuscripts and thinking
Torment of the tormented
Frozen by the roars of carnivores
Immortality is running in the streets
With dizzying speed
The letters’ tails are coiled
Forged ideals beyond history
Narrow glitters of hope
Smoking stifled in embers
Dead souls boom in a crescendo
Prisoners of theory
The slowing down of independent
Meditation

*

The emergency of extreme emergency
The intoxication of party meetings
The futility of futility
Hideous lectures, simple and harmless
Invented biographies for the leaders
Aggression of general passivity
Talkative mutes
Around the corners of history
Worlds and anti-worlds wobbling
The prison of heretic spirits
And Jilava and Poarta-Alba and Aiud
The leader doesn’t give a penny
Internal isolation inside of the general die
Self-betrayal which
Comes out through wariness
Verses become contaminated by epidemics
Rebellion against yourself
Reduction of freedom, consumption
Politics surround our hearts
With sentinels in watchfulness
Aridity presented with affection
Depression around the inaccessibility
Confusion over exploitation

*

While writing I am tense -
Physically present, intellectually absent,
Beyond the surveillant’s vision
The blood flows
Delegated for creating the poem
From its own ash and for itself,
In the barracks made of dry stone,
Monopolized by the literary military.
The obstruction of the arteries of the soul
And poetic breathing,
Everyday’s abnormalcy,
The demolition of intelligence,
The violation of poetry,
The obscurity of clear direction,
Investors of fear,
Non-profitableness of the unprofitable industry,
The net of fatal ideology,
The intolerance of tolerance,
Inhabitants alike
Wishing at home
A nation of ill people -
Due to the terror which invisibly
Floats in the air -
Each despairing as much as he or she can,
The introversion of extroverted thoughts.

*

There are two separate worlds beside an
Exhausted body
The living soul shrinks into its own failure
Like the snail into its shell
Smiles deflated by sadness
On gray lips, scratched by longing
Self investigation
Utopian surrealism
Ideological disappointment everywhere
Imitations from neighboring countries
The extermination of the world
The indecisiveness of mediocrity
The emancipation of ugliness
Collective isolation
The spiders of official speeches
A hopeless invisibility surrounds us

*

Instead of education, re-education is
Being practiced
Cautious osmosis between the truth
Falsehood, and human inhumanity

*

The idiocy of the party language
‘Nobody is right’
Paraphrasing Hegel,
‘Nobody knows’
‘Nobody’
‘The universe is not contradictory’
Denying Lupasco,
‘Truth is unique and party minded
Not infinite’
Its irrationality is being recognized
Pronounced by the social system
But not by Nietzsche

We are heading towards others
Spiritual
Exodus from the esthetics
The authorization of international
Limitations, snowbound, floods
People, shudders, fires
Disjointed, governmental emptiness
Exacerbations
Presidential
Strident voices
Moans from the depths of the Earth
Forced sentiments
Push towards insufferability

*

Fogged minds,
Moral imbalance,
Local exoticism,
False emotions,
Collectors of failure,
Ridiculed exhibition,
Verbal mumbling,
Institutions of organized fears,
Regular feuds,
Mass non-solidarity,
Social status breaking all around
Incomplete work editions – slaughtered
Artistic impediments – evoked
The end in a continuous end – unended
The demonism of speeches
The abdication of the honest conscience
Stitched ideological excesses
An incandescent statistic
Hoarse hypocrisy
Turbulent ideas
In front of the Ministry of Justice
Injustice

Traveling towards the end
Of the small infinite
Through the underground of ambiguous thinking

*

Animal-like
Crawling towards the party
Forced clapping
Directed clapping
Recorded clapping
Clapping at a closed stage
The fool is passing
In a night carriage
It is a bloody night
And it’s raining pitilessly
The soul’s windows are in deep despair
The pendulum strikes three times
The warm cider and the pillow
Are taken away by the wind
‘Starved, naked and oppressed’
‘Loaded our shoulders as much as they pleased’
‘They are bitter and spit on us’
‘A dog we have been for them’

*

A fool is passing
As a phantom
Sirens on the left
Sirens
Sirens
Hands cuffed, clapping
On the first lines of despair

*

On chains
The youth are marching
The Military is taking protective measures
Against repression
The tall rostrum of the presidential infatuation
The lock up of popular ideas
The citizen is self-taught to hate himself
He is self-taught
To maltreat himself psychologically
He is self-taught
To council his desires and passions
He is self-taught
To defeat himself
He is learning beyond the limits of reasoning
The fool is passing
As a phantom
Sirens on the left side
Sirens
Hands cuffed, applauding