Manea Ionut

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Manea Ionut Biography

Ionu? Manea (b.1981, Slatina, Olt county) . He published in literary magazines: Helion, Vatra, Orizont, Literomania, Literary Network etc. In 2020 he won the national ROMCON prize for storytelling and is present with texts in the short prose anthology Literomania (2019) and in the anthologies Mo?tenirea Vacare?tilor (2017, 2019) . First prize at & quot; Mihail Sadoveanu& quot; National Competition for prose, offered by the National Museum of Romanian Literature Ia?i (2017) , 1st Prize at the Vacare?ti Inheritance Festival (2017) and 2nd Prize for poetry of the Vacare?ti Inheritance (2019) . He is the editor-in-chief of Helion Online magazine and a member of the Pavel Dan Cenacle. He debuted with the volume of short prose Confesiunile Maestrului Pupusar (2020) , at the Tracus Arte Publishing House, volume with which was a laureate of the ROMCON 2021 awards, in the short prose and short story categories. It appeared at the same publishing house the volume of poetry Letter to Ping Su, included in 2021 by Carturesti in the Debut Shelf category. Second volume of poetry is Dispositions of a young god, Casa de Pariuri Literare,2022.)

The Best Poem Of Manea Ionut

Batia

1.

The silence of the village
Time is elastic if you are in love
Like chewing gum
And the cheeks turn red when you kiss them under the bridge
Or in the churchyard


There is a stream near the grandparents' house
Garbage travels
Rejected parts of the interiors
submissive
Chewed by the teeth of the archived city
Happiness is a white dot in
bed
with foam
Hands knead her in search
The perspective of carelessness
When you listen to the rays of the blasé sun-cock
The morning overwhelmed by the good light of birds and dogs
Gravel lost in pores
the wefts
Stray carts with people
Under the glow sipped by the greedy souls in the tall grass
They are nothing but may bugs.



2.


Transparent laundry held by the light with tongs
Rotten gutter
Wooden cot ladder

The woven bird painting in red/white/brown/blue
Looking at me inquisitively before I sleep
Ilinca/ scarf and sweater/ like a monolith in time
We are the people who raised us.

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