First Place – Argentina Stanciu
snow
falls over the crosses -
on
grandmother’s tapestry
the
unfinished poppies
Two images whose tension increases when they are
placed one next to the other, through the power of the silence where the
allusions are at work, amplifying the little that is said in concentric, full
of vibrations, contexts.
White and black (burial colour) in a vital contrast with the
red poppies. The
colors are present only elliptically, in remembrance of the snow, cross and flowers
on the embroidered frame. The grandmother’s absence is suggested only by the
presence of the cemetery and
of stopped work, on the unfinished
poppies on the tapestry, just before they were being
finished. The natural touch to the
discrete and fluent
utterance of two simple
and candid observations. Two
pictures whose tension increases when they are placed side by side in the silence
through which the allusions are working, amplifying what is said (very little,
actually) in concentric, full of
vibration, contexts.
Second Place – Costin Iliescu
poor tenant -
a cricket pays
bit by bit
From the
outset, the poor tenant
is a performance of a wealth of meaning.
No, it is not the summer cricket, careless
singing all night. It's the one of the
fable and ballad,
sheltered somewhere in a nook of the house,
singing sadly intermittently, ashamed
that it had to compromise and to find a shelter
for the winter.
Payment is really all he
knows to do – its song. He
may not be able to do something more beneficial. Bit by bit
means something small and weak (“black,
small, dipped in ink
and dusted with
frost on its wings”), a little, a
bit, bit by bit. Something
that is insignificant is compensated
by noise and repetition (like a
mosquito buzzing nervously
and weakly, due to its constitution). How to
pay otherwise than bit by bit,
with song, trembling, flashing...
without
wood -
next
to the fireplace the old man’s
creaking
bones
Cristian
D.
The
wood that should be creaking in the fireplace is absent. The creaking of the old bones does not
compensate for the lack of heat and, if the fingers are those that creak, we
know that the old man is in big trouble.
(Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)
(Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)
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