Description
For the past 50 years, Mircea Dinescu has been one of Romanian poetry’s most provocative and obstinately singular poets. After starting out as a writer of highly musical poetry that he spun round in his fingers with the aplomb of a magician who refuted reality, he ended up stuck in free verse, impelled mainly because of the surrealism of a world in which the label and the content of any box seldom matched. After his first gratuitous exercises when he was 22 and striving to commit himself to love poetry, he was surprised to discover that he had created a poetry of sly political allusion. He was like that communist worker employed in a factory producing bicycle parts who, stealing a tiny wheel one day, a few nuts and bolts on another, a gear, then taking home a chain and a length of pipe, until finally realising to his amazement that however he assembled these parts, instead of a bicycle the result was a Russian machine gun. The dictator at whom Dinescu shot his metaphors was eventually shot with real bullets by his own henchmen. Unlike Dinescu, those men were able to see the difference between a bicycle and a machine gun: later on, disguising themselves as anti-communists, they pedalled their bicycles into the brave new consumer society. A quarter of a century and more since the fall of communism, Mircea Dinescu still hesitates to think of himself as witness, judge or defendant. Like an agile monkey, he jumps into and out of the handbook of literature, just as into and out of the handbook of history, where he is mentioned on page 16, in the chapter entitled Revolutions. In 1989, Dinescu was liberated from house arrest by a large crowd in Bucharest who carried him triumphantly to the national television building. There he announced to his country and the world, with actor Ion Caramitru, that the dictator had fled. The country changed almost overnight from communist to capitalist, but Dinescu carried on doing what he’d always done: writing necessary poems that challenge all systems.







Spiritlands
The one where Bert learns to ride a bike
A Little Book on Form
The Handle of the Door
The Silvering
Forgive the Language
This Is Yarrow
Pretend You Don't Know Me
The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
Ffangs the Vampire Bat and the Kiss of Truth
On Connection
Comic Poems
Being Alive
#MeToo: Rallying against sexual assault and harassment - a women's poetry anthology
Dance Me to the End of Love (Art & Poetry)
Soemps
Bridge 116
Being Human
Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats
Somewhere Else Entirely
Poems
Poems & Fragments
Ten War Poems
The Penguin Book of Haiku
Hansel and Gretel
New and Selected Poems. Volume One
The Moon Before Morning
I May Be Stupid But I'm Not That Stupid
Gold from the Stone
A Monkey At the Window
Notebook of a Return to My Native Land