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Novae Litterature (S. Craciunas)

Updated: Tue, 26 Jun 2018 06:52 am

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Biography

Silviu Crăciunaș holds a Ph.D. in Mathematics and was an Associate Professor at the University of Sibiu, Romania, before retiring and dedicating himself to writing. He started writing poetry and prose, texts published in literary magazines (Everyday Poems, The Transnational, Section 8 Magazine, Indian Literature Review, Oglinda literară, Rapsodia, Alternațe). His first novel In Destiny's Shadow, based on the 1999 NATO bombing of Surdulica, was published by Excelsior Art Publishing House. His second novel Lazaret – Wandering Souls, published by Eikon Publishing House, is the story of a doctor in training at a psychiatric hospital who, while treating a young lady, lives the experience of his own split personality.

Samples

A blossoming poppy I'm sorry that I killed a little flower. She loved the sunrise and the dreamy night, she loved to nourish with the dew of life, colorful looks skyward to turn, to raise into heaven in the summer wind her discreet perfume, and the moon to adore in the twilight brink, the whole time believing in humans. Old-children are left standing amongst wilted flowers with a bullet to chat and in orphaned evenings they quietly hear hot crosses starting to cry for their many yearnings. By the fields angels have gathered to choose the day when the lives of flowers on crosses will break and humans will deny. I'm sorry that I killed a blossoming poppy, when death we brought into this world the poppy died too.

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john short

Sun 4th Nov 2018 09:10

Okay thanks, I understand what you mean now. Keep up the good work, I'm enjoying the magazine.

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Novae Litterature

Thu 1st Nov 2018 06:21

I agree with the first observation. Thank you. Poppy flowers are associated with the cemeteries of soldiers fallen in wars. After a millennium, mankind did not understand anything and people talk through bullets.

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john short

Mon 27th Aug 2018 14:15

Hello Silviu,

Thanks for the message (which led me to this poem).

Generally it's a good piece and I liked the melancholy atmosphere and also the way it seems to have a deeper level of meaning.

Two small observations: I don't think brink is the best word and perhaps the twilight cusp or moment might be better - just a suggestion.

Also I don't know what "with a bullet to chat" means, so I failed to understand that line.

Best wishes

John Short

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