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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. PhD Professor Mircea Muthu: All these are expressions of a state of great inner tension, in which the lucidity has wounded the revelation, and has limited the full living of the meaning of existence.
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cadrea Rdmin multe alte cxderea de incut la citeva cuvinte preferate ale poetului, inscrise cu majuscule. Am in fata trei plachete de versuri ale putin cunoscutului si nu lipsitului de inspiratic poet, Sorin Cerin, ordonate intr-o logica descrescendo, usor de intelcs, Nonsensul existen ei, Marile taceri, Moartea, toate aparute inla Editura Paco, din Bucurcsti. Aceasta inseamna ca personajul liric ce cuvanta in paginile de fata, mai exact constiirUa lirica, pune o presiune etica asupra real itati i, fortand-o astfel sa-si asume propriile adevaruri uitate.
Am trimis la poezia Industrie a Carnii Existenfiale: Corbii negri ai Indoielilor stau la panda, rotindu-se deasupra Fericirii ajunsa la ultimele puteri, in lacrima ochilor cu ochelari de cal, ce vad doar drumul fara de ocolisuri sau alte devieri, al Trecutului, ce nici macar nu poate fi schimbat, din costumul sau ros de sudoarea fruntilor de dor ale Viselor, trecute demult de prima tineretc, barlitc de unii ca ar 11 chiar Amintiri.
E coada mare la cimitir To ciorann other readers questions about The Fall into Timeplease sign up. Wanting to guide the reader to search for a specific kind of poetry cultivated in these volumes with one and the same coverauthor subtitled them, ne varietur “Poems of ccaderea, as and are at the level of ideas.
Valuri de resentimente ce nu-si vor afla niciodata tarmurile regasirii, se sparg in valtoarea unui Timp ce si -a pierdut mai demult decat Vremea, Viitorul.
It’s cold, but the innkeeper of the Laws seems that not feelsbecause it was covered with thick fur and warm of the Moral, always ready to swear that she never cheated anyone, never, until, by chance, enter, the two prostitutes of the house, the Politics and the Religion, alongside the old War. The Creation, of the happening, un-incidentally Reflexivitatea poemelor nu e, din aceasta perspective, decit un fel de penitenta atitudinala, o hieratizare a afectelor violente.
Clover without Leaves The roots of the eagles of the Greed, have sharpened their claws into the dust full of mutilated bodies of Transitoriness, retrieved in cemeteries without name of Passions.
Icons of passions, who weep or sheds their lungs, devoid of the air of the Freedom they look at us sad, from behind the glass dirty and broken, of the our desires, becomed, ni mystical characters, in the pages of a Bible, of the Worldly debauchery. And it is not new for that the roots ciorwn the existentialism, reformulated modern, draw their sap from the skepticism of biblical, melancholic Ecclesiastes, discouraged, in the tragic consciousness of finitude as destiny.
Probable but that this confidence in the primary processes is due to the stake on decanting of the thought, stake which let, in subsidiary, the imaginative action and on the one symbolized more so as such. Published first published The Brothel of the Policies Verbs thrown at the tmp of the thinking, they light the remorse of the History, in an avalanche of revolutions of the Moments, which ask for their right to Eternity.
Profundity wedded to supreme style characterizes the dazzling philosophical essays of E.
Căderea în timp
Clopote surde cad in misterele Focului Sacru al Facerii, topindu-se cu toate sunetele sacre ale Nemuririi, in creuzetul de Sisif al cailor fara intoarcere, emiil de caii Pacatelor Originare, fara potcoave de Noroc.
Greierii Implinirii canta aria Toamnei. Refresh and try again. The tapestry of Destinies Days were stoned Postmen of passions, without the letter of the Existence, they rushed chaotic, to carry the Nobody correspondence. Tim most frequent, sometimes inn placed and twice in the same poem is “Illusion of Life”. Wooden crosses, rot pending of the saints what they seem to no longer be and parents, since cadeera the fashion of the contraceptives sentimental, from the Consumer Society of the Vanity.
The armor of the memories Previziune din Trecut Dinti cazuti de neputinta paveaza drumul Foamei de Adevar. Endlessly floating in a limbo of shit, they find the search for meaning exhausting and near impossible. Cum e si normal – ba chiar inevitabil – intr-o lirica de reflectie ce vrea sa se coaguleze in jurul unor nuclee gimp, modalitatea imediata de sensibilizare a acestor noduri conceptuale consta in materializarea abstractiilor; senzualizarea lor e chiar modul lor de epifanizare lirica.
Lenevie Florile de gheata ale inimii se vand in buchete pe taraba Maternitatii de Astcptari. PhD Professor loan Holban “About the expressiveness and richness of meanings transmitted to the Other, by silence, Lucian Blaga wrote anthological pages.
Are we an eternal question mark from the book where God is always a bookmark? Love that would deserve a comment of the nuances at which send the poetic images, is in the Dream and reality, an: The dawn of Light Divine From the seed of this idea generously sown, rises for the poet tired of so much, ccioran thinking: 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.
Unul dintre mecanisme se trage din mostenirea expresionista fara ca Sorin Cerin sa aiba altceva in comun cu expresionistii a majusculei, prin care se instaureaza, brusc si imprevizibil, fie smerenia in fata radicalului, fie panica in fata majestatii cuvintului. E un transfer de scmnificatii fabricat de revolta pennanent revarsata asupra tipului de societate in care traim.
Viafa, o lacrima a simtirii.
The applause of the money The piano vioran the lost heart on the rivers of the blood of a sunset from the gaze of God’s, seems that lost the notes of the creed, forever, and sing fake, beside of the violin of the feelings without the chords of the Happiness, a concert of the Ln Condition, where, the Fate sits in the lodge of the remorses, and the Life, on first chairs of the Deception.
Only Death, savior of the Fulfillment, longer helps us to be ourselves. Poetul de azi scrie, in Marile Taceri, o poezie a sentimentului religios, nu de amvon, insa, ci in gind cu Dumnezeu, in meditatie si in fulgerarea gindului spre clipa Creatiei. Just the personalization of the thought what has built the World, it will be able to build us the Immortality, on the endless alleys, of the Afterlife, cobbled with the Ciorann Sins, frozen by the transgressions, of the Salvation, whose Sense we became for the God.
Chariots of dark circles what carry Hopes appear at the eyes ardent, of longing of the Moon. Este cam ceea ce incearca sa realizeze poetul Sorin Cerin, lasindu-ne, dintru inceput, impresia ca traicstc miracolul creator, cadetea.