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Devis Grebu (n. 1933) a studiat la secţia de pictură a Institutului de Arte Plastice N. Grigorescu din Bucureşti. Din 1964 a locuit în Franţa, obţinând şi cetăţenia franceză. De-a lungul timpului, a expus individual cât şi în grup, în Franţa, Germania, S.

Volumul cuprinde texte de Adrian Alui Gheorghe, Naim Araidi, Florin Bican, Andrei Bodiu, Leo Butnaru, Gabriel Chifu, Denisa Comănescu, Traian T. Coşovei, Ioana Crăciunescu, Dan Cristea, Mariana Dan, Nichita Danilov, A. Debeljak, Gabriel Dimisianu, Myriam Diocaretz, Gellu

SUMAR NR. 65 Pagini autobiografice Ryszard Kapuściński – Războiul fotbalului Ion Vianu – Ecerciţiu de sinceritate Dincolo de eveniment Perry Anderson – Înfăţişarea Europei Mircea Vasilescu – Când ideologia o ia înaintea adevărului Guillaume Dasquié

La conceperea iconostasului de la Biserica Sfântul Ioan Cassian/Scala Coeli ne-am oprit fara sa ezitam la severitatea si profilul economic proprii ipostaze clasice de iconostas, ca suport simplu, pronuntat functional, cu lemnul aproape nedecorat. Motivatia acestei formule

„Tema aleasă spre cercetare de Georgiana-Margareta Scurtu este importantă şi atrăgătoare, puţin cercetată în amănunţime, deci interesantă şi dificilă. Ea acoperă un aspect notabil al relaţiilor dintre România şi Franţa într-o perioadă bântuită de

clockwise from top left: Smardan St. , Stavropoleos St. , Caru cu bere pub (2), Stavropoleos Church (3), Russian Church. Early Sunday morning before 10 A. M. , the city offers its first surprise. It is empty. The bare streets are visible in all their twisted length, without

In those days they used to go to the Eastern Station, visiting some acquaintances: friends, as they might, after all, also have called them. Except that on this point, at least, Olga was right: they were not their friends; indeed, there was no way or time when they could

No matter how much you tried to humanize it, to make a mental projection of it as seen through a magic lens which deforms the world and makes it look more beautiful than it actually is, no matter how much you looked for its weaknesses, you'll never find a new vision,

Peeled off plaster, broken windows, rats scuttling at ease day and night. And above all, the filth. Complete and utter filth reigning supreme over a piece of downtown Bucharest. But also over a piece of our past. The only part still living is the sign above the door, reading

from left: Old Court ruins, Manuc's Inn, Lime-Tree Inn galleries, passageway on Lipscani St. The other day I was wandering through the Historical Center of Bucharest, the capital city, that is, the place from where the sun rises for all of us Romanians. The name –

excerpt Beyond this second row of buildings, the town sprawled out to the horizon, covering half the window with an increasingly minced, confusing, indistinct, random mixture of the vegetal and architectural, with poplars’ spears soaring up here and there, and strange

a fragment from The Blind, Chapter Two of Corpuri de iluminat/ Dark Bodies Through Sfântul Ştefan, beyond the old Height and over the tramline in Bărăţiei, a phanariot and decayed Bucharest drained under the snow; a balcony fallen onto its side reminds you that once,