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Alternations - Tatiana Stoicescu
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Publisher: Editura Universitara
Author: Tatiana Stoicescu
Edition: I
Pages: 104
Publisher year: 2022
ISBN: 978-606-28-1541-7
DOI: https://doi.org/10.5682/9786062815417
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9786062815417
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Springs
TheyI know how to promise
But autumn
They caught me under the spell of ripe grapes
And the winters
So many stars came down to me in the snow
Ignorant
"Alternances", the title of the book, and the book itself, is an offer that Tatiana Stoicescu makes to herself, to become someone else or something else. The alternative to a life marked by a "wound", the alternative through a polymorphous poetry, is a way of survival.
Clelia Ifrim
TheyI know how to promise
But autumn
They caught me under the spell of ripe grapes
And the winters
So many stars came down to me in the snow
Ignorant
"Alternances", the title of the book, and the book itself, is an offer that Tatiana Stoicescu makes to herself, to become someone else or something else. The alternative to a life marked by a "wound", the alternative through a polymorphous poetry, is a way of survival.
Clelia Ifrim
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Alternances
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TATIANA STOICESCU
Preface / 5
Exercise / 9
Eight / 11
The clock / 13
Slave horses / 15
Whats app / 16
Kindergarten / 19
Useless / 21
In the sky / 22
The woodsman / 23
Passing / 26
Lipstick / 28
Correspondence / 31
Synesthesia / 32
On the roll / 33
Divergent / 35
Concept / 38
Meeting / 41
Wheel / 42
Tram number eight / 45
The red rose / 47
Grass / 49
Manual / 50
Remorse / 53
Absurd / 55
Owl / 58
Ciuleandra / 60
Poem / 63
The tall cherry / 65
The wild horse / 67
The city of roses / 69
Perindare / 70
Green and black / 71
Naiul / 74
In place of the other / 75
The variegated bird / 76
Tear / 79
Youth Street / 80
Until the sky / 82
Lure / 83
Postava / 84
Always / 85
Initiation / 86
Anita's mirror / 87
Frost / 89
Hypothesis / 90
Night / 91
Story / 93
No end / 95
Showcase / 97
Greed / 99
Exercise / 9
Eight / 11
The clock / 13
Slave horses / 15
Whats app / 16
Kindergarten / 19
Useless / 21
In the sky / 22
The woodsman / 23
Passing / 26
Lipstick / 28
Correspondence / 31
Synesthesia / 32
On the roll / 33
Divergent / 35
Concept / 38
Meeting / 41
Wheel / 42
Tram number eight / 45
The red rose / 47
Grass / 49
Manual / 50
Remorse / 53
Absurd / 55
Owl / 58
Ciuleandra / 60
Poem / 63
The tall cherry / 65
The wild horse / 67
The city of roses / 69
Perindare / 70
Green and black / 71
Naiul / 74
In place of the other / 75
The variegated bird / 76
Tear / 79
Youth Street / 80
Until the sky / 82
Lure / 83
Postava / 84
Always / 85
Initiation / 86
Anita's mirror / 87
Frost / 89
Hypothesis / 90
Night / 91
Story / 93
No end / 95
Showcase / 97
Greed / 99
Tatiana Stoicescu's poetry is rather a journalistic poem than one with lyrical effects, whether in black and white or colored.
Such a poem presupposes the presence of the author on the spot. Street poetry is the latest fashion of current poetry and Tatiana Stoicescu fully addresses it.
In the "pasty" area, in the gray-gray area of the author, the woman with a red rose casually makes her way. Life is not a "colorful bar" but, from time to time, Tatiana Stoicescu in her multiple alternations, passes by there.
The belt line that surrounds the city, with its varied and congested traffic, is symmetrical to the belt line of the book. At the shelter of action, of deeds, words fall into an external therapy.
"Alternante", the title of the book, and the book itself, is an offer that Tatiana Stoicescu makes to herself, to become someone else or something else. The alternative to a life marked by a "wound", the alternative through a polymorphous poetry, is a way of survival. "I have a wound hidden under the blue shirt", confesses the author in the poem "Lacrima".
All the alternatives, all the alternatives for this injury, like the blue shirt, are part of a long-term recovery program. The mechanism of words does not need "sinusoids" nor eco-mathematical ideas. The simple verse like "little sambouri" in fruit finds its way, whether it is a street in a city, whether it is a pasture with green grass or the open sky.
"The wild horses eat from the dry sun" is an example, a counterpoint of the apathetic clock, of a useless time, of a daily mortification. There is no "virtual" ember, just as there is no virtual pain. Life on the belt line is a palpable reality, floral, full of smog but, above all, paid by the hour. It doesn't matter whether you receive or give. On the belt line, the fair is equal. At any time, the "red wheel", the roulette in Paris or in a sordid shantytown on the outskirts of some city can change. Rats, rhinoceroses, owls are common characters in Tatiana Stoicescu's poetry. The white-gray area in "Alternante" works through these elements.
The red of the roulette or the red of the rose worn by a seductive woman is a deceptive color because it bears the stamp of a "fake passion". A book landscape becomes a 100% urban landscape when rats from Paris or from anywhere enter the interior of a poem like "The Wheel".
"A promised drop of paradise", Paris, the city of lights, becomes a city of sweepers who pick up garbage and small dead bodies, smelling of Chanel perfume.
There is in Tatiana Stoicescu's poetry a "democracy" of the image that places horizontally, that is, all together, people, various landscapes, collages, in a continuous mix.
There are a few lines at the beginning of some poems that, I think, cannot be mixed endlessly. Objects, things around us, natural phenomena can "revolt" if we mix their "personality" and by that I understand their memory, endlessly.
Why do we do it? The answer is automatic, i.e. mechanical: For the sake of current fashion! In other words: This is how you behave!
But what else is being worn? In the poem "Bufnita", the author gives a simple answer: "I feel guilty for the poppies shaken in me". The day when this happens cannot be mixed with anything. The fire of poppies illuminates the night of the soul. Or in the poem "Pasarea pestrita" which, in fact, is a synthesis of the entire book. The small, dying bird, which clings to the cobblestones with its claws, equates to an alter-ego of the woman who walks alone through the streets of the city.
The life lesson of a dying bird can also be learned from this woman with multiple faces, willed or induced, as a symbol of one true face.
As a meditation theme, there, "in the prison" where the author confesses that she is and from where she cannot "undress", where the masks, the "faces" denounce each other, a verse like a dandelion thread flying towards heaven is liberating.
CLELIA IFRIM
Such a poem presupposes the presence of the author on the spot. Street poetry is the latest fashion of current poetry and Tatiana Stoicescu fully addresses it.
In the "pasty" area, in the gray-gray area of the author, the woman with a red rose casually makes her way. Life is not a "colorful bar" but, from time to time, Tatiana Stoicescu in her multiple alternations, passes by there.
The belt line that surrounds the city, with its varied and congested traffic, is symmetrical to the belt line of the book. At the shelter of action, of deeds, words fall into an external therapy.
"Alternante", the title of the book, and the book itself, is an offer that Tatiana Stoicescu makes to herself, to become someone else or something else. The alternative to a life marked by a "wound", the alternative through a polymorphous poetry, is a way of survival. "I have a wound hidden under the blue shirt", confesses the author in the poem "Lacrima".
All the alternatives, all the alternatives for this injury, like the blue shirt, are part of a long-term recovery program. The mechanism of words does not need "sinusoids" nor eco-mathematical ideas. The simple verse like "little sambouri" in fruit finds its way, whether it is a street in a city, whether it is a pasture with green grass or the open sky.
"The wild horses eat from the dry sun" is an example, a counterpoint of the apathetic clock, of a useless time, of a daily mortification. There is no "virtual" ember, just as there is no virtual pain. Life on the belt line is a palpable reality, floral, full of smog but, above all, paid by the hour. It doesn't matter whether you receive or give. On the belt line, the fair is equal. At any time, the "red wheel", the roulette in Paris or in a sordid shantytown on the outskirts of some city can change. Rats, rhinoceroses, owls are common characters in Tatiana Stoicescu's poetry. The white-gray area in "Alternante" works through these elements.
The red of the roulette or the red of the rose worn by a seductive woman is a deceptive color because it bears the stamp of a "fake passion". A book landscape becomes a 100% urban landscape when rats from Paris or from anywhere enter the interior of a poem like "The Wheel".
"A promised drop of paradise", Paris, the city of lights, becomes a city of sweepers who pick up garbage and small dead bodies, smelling of Chanel perfume.
There is in Tatiana Stoicescu's poetry a "democracy" of the image that places horizontally, that is, all together, people, various landscapes, collages, in a continuous mix.
There are a few lines at the beginning of some poems that, I think, cannot be mixed endlessly. Objects, things around us, natural phenomena can "revolt" if we mix their "personality" and by that I understand their memory, endlessly.
Why do we do it? The answer is automatic, i.e. mechanical: For the sake of current fashion! In other words: This is how you behave!
But what else is being worn? In the poem "Bufnita", the author gives a simple answer: "I feel guilty for the poppies shaken in me". The day when this happens cannot be mixed with anything. The fire of poppies illuminates the night of the soul. Or in the poem "Pasarea pestrita" which, in fact, is a synthesis of the entire book. The small, dying bird, which clings to the cobblestones with its claws, equates to an alter-ego of the woman who walks alone through the streets of the city.
The life lesson of a dying bird can also be learned from this woman with multiple faces, willed or induced, as a symbol of one true face.
As a meditation theme, there, "in the prison" where the author confesses that she is and from where she cannot "undress", where the masks, the "faces" denounce each other, a verse like a dandelion thread flying towards heaven is liberating.
CLELIA IFRIM
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