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În Valahalia
cele mai spurcate rasisme
otrăvesc viața, apele, fugăresc
păsările. Numai țiganii și jidanii
își țin cheagul în gușă.
MELANCOLIA FULGERULUI Vlad Neagoe are cosmognia în sânge. Închipuirea sa e inflamantă de spectacole terifiante, de convulsii metaf...
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În Valahalia
cele mai spurcate rasisme
otrăvesc viața, apele, fugăresc
păsările. Numai țiganii și jidanii
își țin cheagul în gușă.
Strange and striking is the resemblance between Russians and Romanians – they have the same mug and the same way of life; Romanians, however, surpass them in stupidity and malice, in their lack of soul. They are almost totally like the Russians of Kazakhstan. When Romanians arrive in the West, they feel dazed and confused, as if suddenly stripped stark naked, and by this, they are recognized from a distance. It is strange that Westerners also call them "thoroughbred" Russians, and the Romanians cannot justify themselves through their Romance language. From the Russians comes their laziness, madness, drunkenness and rage, hatred of culture, inflation [of ego], envy, bedevilment, vanity, and pride. They truly have nothing of homo cromagnon. Absolutely all Transylvanians have the physiognomies of Russians from Tambov—the timbre of their voice, their speech, their song, and their slowness, too. Even stranger is the irresistible, fatal attraction of Romanians toward Russians. The West treats them as subhumans devoid of any dignity. That is why the West prefers to deal only with the Hebrews of Romania. Bessarabians are "konchenye"—finished Russians without any chance of civilization. That is why both Romanians and Bessarabians will melt into the arms of the Russians. Not in vain was communism in Romania a thousand times more beastly than that in the USSR. But the most terrible sign of the Romanian’s savagery is a rasping sound [hâjâit] in which their speech, their utterance, floats. This dense stammering, îng-îng sound makes them incomprehensible. It is incomprehensible how not one of them can cut a word clearly, sonorously, or articulately. The background rasping in their speech makes them similar to dogs and seems to cloud their minds, for when several are gathered in a heap, they all speak at once and no one hears anyone else.
Ăștia de pe-aici
i-au întrecut pe sciți la
arcuri
i-au întrecut pe huni la nasuri
late
i-au întrecut pe mongoli la cai
i-au întrecut pe romani
la limbă și la scris
și pe greci i-au întrecut
la prințipuri de-au ajuns
azi cimpanzei fără unele
și fără altele și-au rămas
doar ei mândri de rumâni
ce se mișcă în patru labe.
La gazeta Romlit scriu numai o duzină de porci literați care și-au făcut clisma
la Sodoma și se numesc ”clismatici” și-și țin mereu excrementele în fața ochilor
oriîncotro s-ar întoarce. E un cuib al ciorților un soi rău de legionari
fasciști care ca o morișcă împroașcă cîcat de Sodoma. Scriu nimicuri veninoase
despre oameni de nimic după linia târtanilor pe care-i scociorăsc și-n borți de
păianjen. Națiști de cîcat acești clismatici, porci capii își dau cu râtul în
cur ca câinii. Dar gazeta se zice că e a tuturor scriitorilor, și nu numai a
porcilor clismatici mai turbați decât națiștii.
Curatorial Analysis of “The Abdication” by L. Neagoe
L. Neagoe’s The Abdication presents a striking allegory of renunciation and transcendence, rendered through a deceptively simple composition. The crowned figure, poised mid-ascent on a blue, icy peak, embodies the moment of surrender — a monarch relinquishing worldly dominion. The mountain, sharply rising and capped with white, evokes both the cold isolation of power and the arduous climb toward spiritual clarity. Its steep incline suggests the precariousness of authority: the ruler’s footing is uncertain, his gesture hesitant, as if caught between clinging and release.
The purple robe, symbol of sovereignty and pride, contrasts vividly with the pale blue of the mountain, creating a tension between human ambition and the purity of nature. Above, the red bird — a phoenix-like creature — arcs freely into the air, representing liberation, renewal, or perhaps the soul departing from the confines of rule. The bird’s fiery hue introduces a dynamic counterpoint to the frozen landscape, a visual metaphor for transformation through sacrifice.
The title The Abdication deepens this symbolism: abdication is not merely political but existential. It implies the voluntary shedding of identity, ego, and possession — a passage from the temporal to the transcendent. The ruler’s crown, still firmly on his head, may suggest that the act of abdication is internal rather than ceremonial; he remains a king, but of a different realm — one of self-awareness and humility.
Neagoe’s line work and color choices reinforce this duality of ascent and release. The simplicity of the drawing heightens its allegorical power, allowing the viewer to focus on the psychological drama of the moment. The composition becomes a meditation on authority, solitude, and the courage to renounce — a theme resonant with Neagoe’s broader exploration of spiritual struggle and human transformation.
SOURCE: COPILOT
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