picturi pe care doar le-am trecut gardul, de Anda Mihaela Miroiu ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲
Eugene Matzota ALTculture, ALTculture - POEZIE, ALTculture 09 2026, ALTculture 2026, Eugen Matzota, Scrieri

picturi pe care doar le-am trecut gardul, de Anda Mihaela Miroiu ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲

picturi pe care doar le-am trecut gardul, de Anda Mihaela Miroiu ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲ Noi încă mai credem în cultură! Abstract In picturi pe care doar le-am trecut gardul (Paintings I’ve Merely Handed Over the Fence), Anda Mihaela Miroiu weaves a deeply sensitive, sensory, and metaphysically charged tapestry of verse. Moving through autumn landscapes, celestial imagery, and quiet inner sanctuaries, the poems explore the fragile boundaries between silence and speech, love and memory, creation and sacrifice. With a musical rhythm running "in octaves," the poet reflects on the sacred mechanics of language—where words shape worlds, spark resurrection, or burn like rain. Through a subtle blend of raw vulnerability, poetic rebellion, and quiet reverence for existence, this selection offers a meditative journey into the nature of absolute love, the weight of quiet creation, and the enduring immortalization of the beloved through art.

absolute blues, de Corina Dașoveanu ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲
Eugene Matzota ALTculture, ALTculture - POEZIE, ALTculture 09 2026, ALTculture 2026, Eugen Matzota, Scrieri

absolute blues, de Corina Dașoveanu ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲

absolute blues, de Corina Dașoveanu ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲ Noi încă mai credem în cultură! Absolute Blues ▲ ALTCULTURE MAGAZINE Nr.109, 09/2026 ▲ By Corina Dașoveanu Abstract This poetic cycle by Corina Dașoveanu explores urban alienation, raw sensuality, and deep emotional resonance through a sequence of evocative lyric pieces ("Absolute Blues," "Sălbatic," "Lumini," "Înfruptarea," "Ora joi," and "Poate chiar"). Merging the rhythm of urban jazz, metropolitan coordinates, and Tom Waits’s melancholy cadence with fierce, elemental imagery of wild landscapes, horses of the wind, and primal instincts, the poems navigate the tension between the modern city and visceral nature. The verses trace an intense cartography of love, desire, and vulnerability—where body and landscape merge, blood beats upon the anvil of time, and absence becomes an absolute blues.