Constantin Severin   paints POEMS  into  murals of life  .   His  philosophical  but mind tilting  verse   is concoction of visual imagery and mesmerizing lyrical prowess.The prolific artist in him paints words into life , the rhythm  in his lines and the echo of his brush are heart -buzzing  drum throbs  of a beautiful  ancient village song  with sopranos  of sorrows, tenors of  promise and baritones of pain .  I love  this diligently brewed  poetry beverage  , revolutionary  in both form and content.It  is a  unique  literary refreshment , reason is  profoundly  intriguing  and meaning  is  cinematographic. Subjected matters  displayed  in this  extraordinary  set of writings  are  thought -raving ,the poet touches  subjects mental health , poverty, rejection  and homosexuality with the mastery of a skilled stone carver ,the revelations are astounding . He paints all  these issues diligently on the billboard of life  and  that memories and experiences of such are carved permanently  on to the mental switch of each and every reader. The  poems are highly confessional as much as  they carry the marrow  and bone of  moral instruction , they are didactic. TIME  OF THE POET  REPUBLIC  is  rooted  in  values  of diversity , inclusivity and creativity  and we are honored to profile  distinguished  poet and  acclaimed artist  Constantin Severin ( Blurb  by Mbizo CHIRASHA)  

THE LIVES OF THE PAINTERS

                                     Poems by Constantin Severin

YVES KLEIN

I didn’t want to leave you so quickly at all

but the love for a color killed me

the ultramarine blue is a bridge to the invisible

the densest expression of vital energy

I will always remain a painter of incandescent space

bright vibrant and electric

and I will continue to put my signature in heaven

it is no coincidence that I abandoned you suddenly in the blue period

after I released the color from the line’s prison

to make the immaterial and the absolute visible at all costs

I had begun to feel that we were but the shadows of the real world

I know many of you laughed at me and treated me like an eccentric

wandering in its blue forests with sea sponges

smelling of alcohol and vinyl acetate

I will no longer traverse your space like an enigmatic meteorite

and I will not repeat that paintings are only the ashes of my art

which the physical eye cannot see in Mondo Cane

my work of art was really my life

which I transformed it into flames in order to sign some fire paintings

blue candles in which I wanted to disappear with my girlfriend Traut

in the great workshop beyond with bright chords from Mozart

I will not use words that the universe does not like

but please don’t gossip that I used them as living brushes

the women I loved Jacqueline Elena Gil and Traut

the painted body of anthropometrics makes the connection between the intimate and the universal

and is at once subject and object brush and painting

gesture and beauty matter and eternity

a ladder of blood and dream with which you ascend in the hierarchy of light

I will not give up looking for the face and heart of a grain of light

the blue depth of the depths of nothingness

I will continue to skin time on the epidermic of matter

so that you can see me through the lens of tears as I was

living intensely my own death with every touch of the brush

so that through the pores of each painted canvas

to be able to breathe my soul out of the crystal world

Suceava, July 28, 2020

Notes:

1. The film Mondo Cane impressed Yves Klein a lot.

2. Traut was the nickname given by Yves to his wife, Rotraut

3. Mozart was the artist’s favorite composer.

4. The sentences in italics belong to the artist’s widow, Rotraut Klein.

FRANCIS BACON

your painting is a bright sharp butcher’s knife

with traces of flesh and drops of blood on the shiny blade

you cruelly told me in front of the Colony Room Club

without thinking that this is the perfect metaphor

of the violent and cruel world you have created yourself

I painted the cry beyond the horror that inspires it

after I was given to play brutal truths at roulette table

the adventure of playing my destiny sparingly began at 16 years old

after I was kicked out by my parents because I loved boys

in London I had sex with older men for money

I stole food and many bottles of Bell’s whiskey

and I broke the mercy box a few times in the churches

I soon discovered art while watching the movie The Potemkin Cruiser

seeing the face and the voiceless cry of the bloodied nurse in cruel drunkenness

to me the image is a kind of dangerous walk on the wire

between what we call figurative painting and abstraction

apparently it results directly from abstraction but has nothing to do with it

it is an attempt to lead the figurative to the nervous system

in a much more violent and intense way

my art erupted with mute screams and bright colors as in the tragedies of Aeschylus

the hypnotic paintings of Velazquez and the poetry of T. S. Eliot

my life was a totally intimate and masochistic accident absorbed in art

like the whiplashes of the men I loved on my back

whom you can find in thousands of cut or crumpled painted photos

I warned you when we look at something we don’t just look at it

but we do it in the light of the assault to which our photography and film were subjected

I captured the purity of the image only a few times

in the intense otherworldly gaze of African wildlife

I saw the human face through the apocalyptic lens of the scream

details of contortions and deformities through suffering

the whirlwinds of flesh and dream in the placenta of matter

I paid for all the great successes through the death of my loved ones

mountains of gold dug by the roulette wheel and tons of whiskey

and yet the Furies of Aeschylus followed me into the crystal world

after they turned my heart into a handful of ashes

Suceava, August 1, 2020

English version by Constantin Severin

ION ȚUCULESCU

in front of the canvas you have to be like a tiger

to paint all at once and make the most of your instinct

I was a primitive and I let myself be led by instinct and not by science

it is an absolute need for erudition but after you assimilate it you must forget it

and try to manifest the subconscious in search of archetypes

everything you have learned must be left to rise in the unconscious

to paint means to be driven by an inner urgency

in art self-exploration is often done by playing

to imitate nature means to eat raw peeled potatoes with everything

I refused socialist realism and after a few spiritual mutations

I also abandoned the moderate and good line of the Romanian painting

but most colleagues made me a dilletant and decadent

they denied me access to the galleries even though my life full of halos

swarms of butterflies columns of eyes depended only on art

Paul Klee and biology were my masters and I shared my nights

between the easel and the microscope trying to find the absolute

and to paint the invisible universe that stops at the gate of the retina

on the canvases stretched and prepared in the attic with Maria

surrounded in the house from Lizeanu Street by the Oltenian barks collection

in which I admired motifs and colors that obsessed me even in my dreams

and new reconfigurations of shapes invited me under the microscope lens

since we meet I see color shapes and rhythms everywhere

even in the paving stones on the street a friend told me

I knew as a young man from Van Gogh color prevails in art

the color of the firebird that watches over the passage to other realms

but when harmony is composed of intensely colored surfaces

black is needed to make these colors sing

the color either contains music or you don’t do it anymore

when I was approaching the easel in the last years of my life

seized by the fears of the unknown and of temporality

I felt like I was attending a concert by Alban Berg

with chords springing from the insights of black eyes in an orange ocean

look-line look-leaf look-fish look-spiral

the gaze from the deep hypnotic eye of the gaze

I painted the cosmic mystery I sought in the abyss of ther insight

Suceava, August 7, 2020

English version by Constantin Severin

(from the book in progress, „The Lives of the Painters”)

     Constantin Severin is a Romanian writer and visual artist, founder and proponent of Archetypal Expressionism, a highly regarded global art movement, which he founded in Bukovina, in 2001. A graduate of the International Writing Program at the University of Iowa, he has published ten books of poetry, essays and fiction. One of his poems was included in the 2014 World Literature Today anthology, After the Wall Fell: Dispatches from Central Europe (1989–2014), aimed at popularizing post-Wende Central European literature on the twenty-fifth anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. Severin’s conceptual art and artworks have appeared in Artdaily, World Literature Today, It’s Liquid, Levure littéraire, Empireuma, Contemporanul, Vatra, Arkitera, Glare Magazine, Cuadernos del Ateneo, Dance, Media Japan, and other international art and literary magazines.

TIME  OF THE POET EDITOR -Freedom of Speech Fellow to PEN- Zentrum  Deutschland,Germany. Alumni  of the International Human Rights  Arts Festival in New-York, USA.Literary Arts Activism Diplomatie.  Globally Certified  Arts Mediums Curator and Influencer. Internationally Published Page and Spoken Word Poet. Writer in Residence.  Arts for Human Rights Catalyst.  Core Team Member of the Bezine Arts and Humanities Project. His illustrious poetry , hybrid writings , political commentary ,short fiction , book reviews  and Arts Features are published in more  than 400 spaces notably the Monk  Arts and Soul in  Magazine  in United Kingdom. Atunis Poetry.com in Belgium. Demer press poetry series in Netherlands. World Poetry Almanac in Mongolia.Poesia journal inSlovenia. Bezine Arts and Humanities Webzine in USA. The Poet a Day in Brooklyn ,USA. Litnet Writers Journal in South Africa. African Crayons in Nigeria. Poetry Bulawayo in Zimbabwe. Pulp-pit USA.the FictionalCafe international Journal , Texas USA. Best New African Poetry series in Zimbabwe, Zimbolicious Poetry Collections in Zimbabwe. Co-edited Street Voices International Publications with Andreas Weiland  in Germany.Co-Edited  Silent Voices Anthology, a Tribute to Chinua Achebe. Co-Edited the Corpses of Unity,solidarity collection to victimized Cameroonians with Nsah Mala. Curated and Edited the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry ,Inside Digraceland speaking poetic truth to the Mugabe regime and other bad regimes.  He owns the Time of  the Poet blog zine ,MIOMBOPUBLISHING that published the #GlobalCallforPeaceProject titled the Second of EARTH is Peace.A LETTER to the PRESIDENT his experimental  resistance poetry collection was released  in August 2019 by Mwanaka and Media Publishing.. Co- Authored Whispering Woes of Ganges and Zambezi with Sweta Vikram in India. Good Morning President his first poetry collection was published in 2011  by Zimbabwean published based in United Kingdom, Diaspora Publishers.COVID 19 Satansdeadly fart is forthcoming. Chirasha is  Founder  and the Chief Editor of Brave Voices Poetry Journal, https://bravevoicespress.home.blog/ 

TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC-An Internet-based Writers’ Center, archiving theme-based Digital Poetry Anthologies and  publishing Iconic Poets, Writers and Artists from around the globe. TIME OF POET REPUBLIC was founded by UNESCO-RILA Affliate ARTIST, Freedom of Speech Fellow PEN-Zentrum Deutschland, 2019 African Fellow ihraf.org and acclaimed Literary Arts Diplomat, Mbizo CHIRASHA.

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