August, 2020

Odins Imperium

POSTED IN classic poetry August 28, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN MEMORIAM  AGNES ROLING

From a modern point of view, the four volumes of the “Atlantica” of Olaus Rudbeck the elder (1630-1702) seem to be not only the climax of Gothicism, but a key example of an early modern polymath. In “Odins Imperium” Bernd Roling reconstructs Rudbeck’s immense influence at Scandinavian universities, the debates he provoked, his manifold reception in early modern academic culture and the role Rudbeckianism played as paradigm of science until the Swedish romanticism of the 19th century. Taking into account all branches of science, Bernd Roling illustrates in detail Rudbeck’s majestic impact on antiquarianism, national mythology, and also on religious sciences and linguistics, but also documents the massive criticism the scholar from Uppsala received almost immediately.

 

Prof.Dr. BERND ROLING

BERLIN UNIVERSITY

 

 

A FAIRLY SAD TALE / O POVESTE DESTUL DE TRISTA

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated English-Romanian August 17, 2020

 

 

 

 

A FAIRLY SAD TALE / O POVESTE DESTUL DE TRISTA

I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush and roar of fire,
The sweet transparency of glass,
The tenderness of April grass,
The durability of granite;
But me- I don’t know how to plan it.
The lads I’ve met in Cupid’s deadlock
Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.
They broke my heart, they stilled my song,
And said they had to run along,
Explaining, so to sop my tears,
First came their parents or careers.
But ever does experience
Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!
Though she’s a fool who seeks to capture
The twenty-first fine, careless rapture,
I must go on, till ends my rope,
Who from my birth was cursed with hope.
A heart in half is chaste, archaic;
But mine resembles a mosaic-
The thing’s become ridiculous!
Why am I so? Why am I thus?
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O poveste destul de trista

Eu cred ca nu voi sti defel
De ce-s asa si nu altfel
In juru-mi fetele inspira
-n barbati freamat, foc ce mira,
al sticlei transparent gentil,
tandretea ierbii de April,
perenitate de granit
eu, insa, nu m-am planuit.
Flacaii intalniti prin barzi
erau, sa zicem, cam bastarzi.
Imi frangeau inima si cantul
S-apoi fugeau mancand pamantul
Spunand, ca sa-mi usuce fata,
ca-s prioritari parintii, viata.
Dar nu imi neaga experienta
nicicand calmul, inteligenta.
Desi-i naiva cea ce cata
Sa fie-o vesnic nonsalanta,
Tre’ sa-mi port funia pe distanta
Eu, blestemata cu speranta.
O inima-n jumate franta
e pura, casta, este sfanta
si are-o aura de-arhaic.
A mea arata cam mozaic.

Povestea mea e de belea:
De ce nu-s altfel si-s asa?
 

 

 
Maria Magdalena Biela

RESUMÉ / RECAPITULARE

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated English-Romanian August 17, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RESUMÉ / RECAPITULARE

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

DOROTHY PARKER
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Recapitulare

Briciul doare;
Apa-i jilava ;
Acizii-au culoare;
Pastila-i scarnava;
Armele-s ilegale;
Funia-i slaba;
Gazul miroase tare;
Traiesti, mai degraba..

 

Maria Magdalena Biela

THEORY / TEORIE

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated English-Romanian August 17, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THEORY / TEORIE

Into love and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen-
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
Some one dropped me on my head?

DOROTHY PARKER
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TEORIE

Ba iubesc, ba nu iubesc,
Asa plec, asa reviu.
Tine-ti vorba si stiloul –
Cu amar toate le stiu
Canturi ce-au tot zis sa zica,
Vorbe ce s-au repetat;
Oare, cand am fost mai mica
Cineva-n cap m-a scapat?

 

Maria Magdalena Biela

Loneliness

POSTED IN Music August 11, 2020

Singuratate

POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 11, 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PENTRU PAMANTUL DIN CARE M-AM NASCUT: ROMANIA….

Mi-e drag si mi-e dor…Mi-s dragi muntii, mi-e draga Marea Neagra a adolescentei mele si anilor de studentie, mi-e draga Delta si Dunarea, mi-e drag tot spatiul acela mioritic care NU apartine nimanui prin testament…Acel pamant apartine Creatorului…Oamenii care il locuiesc temporar, il distrug an cu an, zi cu zi…Pamantul pedepseste adanc pe cel ce nu-l respecta…Pamantul nu uita, nu iarta, tace si asteapta ruina trupului omenesc…Cand nu exista SUFLETUL etern, TRUPUL este doar o carcasa trecatoare ce va fi hrana pentru viermii infometati ai Pamantului…Si Pamantul asteapta si vegheaza…El este etern. Acel Pamant dintre Carpati, Dunare si Mare a fost si este batjocorit…insa mare si grea ii va fi mania si pedeapsa…
MI-E DOR DE PAMANTUL DIN CARE MA TRAG…SUNT TARE SINGURA FARA EL…Oamenii rai care il distrug vor plati greu…
Ceilalti, PUTINII care sufera, cunosc si ei SINGURATATEA…

Maria Magdalena Biela