Vlad Neagoe Boeken

„Spheres Just Like The Epic” is a genius’s book. It is traversed by the thrill of the entire Universe, of the existence and of the soul. His natural genius is made of sensitivity, irony, imagination and second-sight. Vlad Neagoe’s poetry belongs to the one who lives and watches himself living, the lucidity and the irony extenuate the sentiment of the misfortune and of the hope. His poetry always tends to turn into a musical, harmonious and wide motion, but all these in a manner that makes the language vibrate in unity. The tone is very intimate while it seeks to establish friendly relationships with an inseparable the perfidious reader.

Vlad Neagoe’s poetry makes up a tragic and profound horizon of transparence on the verge of words, is one of the messages of the highest lyricism which the Romanian poetry achieved from all times. Vlad Neagoe’s varied and deep poetic works (over 30 volumes of poetry) belong to one of the most gifted and accomplished Romanian poets. These are poems rich with image and wit, flooded with a heightened sensory awareness and a strong power of rhythm, music and sound in language. The poems in A Trial of Time reveal the range, power and flexibility of this exceptional poet.

The book EPITAPHS IN FRONT OF DEATH comprises the moments, the hours, the days before the death of a number of personalities. The death is the most interesting moment in a man's life. At first sight the death is simple as if you passed from an empty room to another empty room, but out of superstition people told about the death more than about the life because she is not known but constant. Like the lives of the people the death of each one has something original like a seal - like a conclusion of the lived life. It's possible that we here on earth are only some guests, each one satisfies his caprices then he leaves. We all leave in fits and starts. It's quite possible that the last secret of the human history should not be other than the love in and for God. We all breathe our last in His arms, with the atheists or deists at the top. "We carry death within us as the fruit - the stone," thus said Rilke.

Vlad Neagoe’s poetry makes up a tragic and profound horizon of transparence on the verge of words, is one of the messages of the highest lyricism which the Romanian poetry achieved from all times. Vlad Neagoe’s varied and deep poetic works (over 30 volumes of poetry) belong to one of the most gifted and accomplished Romanian poets. These are poems rich with image and wit, flooded with a heightened sensory awareness and a strong power of rhythm, music and sound in language. The poems in The Webs of the Moment reveal the range, power and flexibility of this exceptional poet.

Vlad Neagoe's poetry is of a fantastic invention, a reply to the postmodernist poetry. He subjects all the emotive pulsation of the directly lived events to a maximum verbal condensation. He is a mind endowed with all the gifts. His natural genius made of sensitivity, irony, imagination and clear-sightedness passionately builds endlessly varied and splendid architectures. The lucidity and the irony reduce or annul the inseparable couple of the misfortune and of the hope. Vlad Neagoe's poetry always tends to turn into a musical, harmonious and ample motion through a ceaseless game of the mind. At the same time his poetry is serious and composed. The nucleus of this poetry is a boiling emotion the ecstasy in his first enthusiasms.

The book is made up of a series of enlightenments-flashes of lightning on which archetypes are written, patterns of existence are engraved in a harmonic, unique stream, in an adequate rhythm. This is a book of cosmic respiration an intimate cosmos wherein the constellations always write the same word but we down here write our mortal names, cultivating our delirious flowers, living jewels that we cut so as to adorn a neck. This book teaches us to watch, to die, to be reborn.

A victim of the drugs and of the society deviating from the moral axis finds her salvation in death. As many other youngsters, she glides easily into promiscuity, and when she realizes that she lives a false life she doesn't find any solution. All is too late.

The book “Full Moon” is a collection of instances of enlightenment, of flashes of lightning in which the ethical and poetic rhythms succeed each other, interfere and are constantly mixed up together as in a fabric in which the warp is made up of the pressure of the present and of the lightning of the absence. The tone and rhythm make the original style. This poetry of wind and lace is hard to capture as the lode of the lightning that penetrates the earth, turning into nocturnal gold. While reading, the poetry receives the uninterrupted and imperceptible palpitation of the vestals’ fire. In them, the existence is nothing but a string of souls, of instances of solidarity. These haiku are of unimaginable beauty and profundity.

Vlad Neagoe’s poetry is of a fantastic invention, a reply to the postmodernist poetry. He subjects all the emotive pulsation of the directly lived events to a maximum verbal condensation. He is a mind endowed with all the gifts. His natural genius made of sensitivity, irony, imagination and clear-sightedness passionately builds endlessly varied and splendid architectures. The lucidity and the irony reduce or annul the inseparable couple of the misfortune and of the hope. Vlad Neagoe’s poetry always tends to turn into a musical, harmonious and ample motion through a ceaseless game of the mind. At the same time his poetry is serious and composed. The nucleus of this poetry is a boiling emotion the ecstasy in his first enthusiasms.