 "Anca-Mihaela Bruma strives to continuously challenge and change the world we live in by means of art, and it is by breaking away from old traditions that she invigorates the art world in pursuit of a new emotional intellect. It is central to her own belief that it is her duty to empower, motivate, inspire, educate and heal. The awakening of the latent gifts we all perhaps unknowingly possess is also central to her quest. In an astute and complex combination of art forms, Anca enhances the essence of poetry, bringing it to another level, creating a higher, more aesthetic literary culture where creativity and logic abide in harmony. This, she succeeds in doing through the symphonic audio-visualizations which have become her distinctive trademark, where visual is visionary, mystical weds mathematical, and lyrical flirts with musical. Although Anca rebelled against formal education as a child, she could not rebel against the artist that was burgeoning within. From an early age she was able to intuitively perceive transformation in all things, and thus she started to nurture an impulsive desire to be somehow part of this transformation. Later, this urge would lead to her pursuing a rigorous program of independent study which would include literature, philosophy, art, and history. It is her belief that through ART she can transform and enhance human consciousness. Anca seeks to restore poetry to public culture by engaging the imagination of her ‘reader-listeners’ in a way that encourages them to use critical analysis of the experiential, performative, and creative vectors which run through her visual poetry. She endeavors to enrich human consciousness or, at the very least, protect intrinsic values from depredation. Where art would at times seem to create opposition to the natural forces of time and morality, Anca helps us make sense of, even come to terms with the oblivion stretching before us. ( by James Cairns, Anca's co-editor, literary advocate ad translator of her poems) The Autumn of Our Spring My autumnal words fell on the sidewalk of Love! You looked like Autumn… I behaved like Spring… I found you when I had lost you In this autumn… of our spring. I re-arranged my rustic colors so Love might gain a new anthem with fluid steps and no numb regrets, forgotten overdue epiphanies, lost stolen rainbows and red echoes with tangerine taste. In this autumn of our spring with its golden trail and acoustic wings the season paints its words as a grand finale while your leaves whisper secrets to the World and a puff of wind lingers our photographic memories as journals left and long forgotten on the path’s end. A stolen cry, a remembered loss of innocence, as my desires hung on Sun’s shoulder, I see a repainted canvas of us with cycled memories on the hills’ canopy. How sensual this autumn is! Spiraling its space… tumbling its distance, prolonged myself by flaming orange leaves. During this autumn of our spring my World turned into a September embrace, October tinted your presence With blossoming hues of green-orange undertones. A dreamy dream… an autumnal fugue, during lost Summer epopee, and I breathed… with November pulse. My soul’s crimson is ambered and rubied And I feel… autumned… I left my cinnamon spice to learn more about your beauty the citrine embers of your eyes under the raindrops, watched the cosmic dance on your skin, a whisper in time, my temple of words still carry a forgotten white procession. And love again… and again… dawns upon my future self with rain scented winds, thrumming my life in your heart… Words still scream the nuances of your disappearances sailing across my punctuated flight… Of so much yearning… I have sharpened more wings… In this autumn of our spring, I will stumble no more behind your voice… as Life cannot be half sung!... A stolen cry… a remembered loss of innocence, and I have learnt how to die… by living!... The Geometry of LOVE Love squared by Love rounding each edge, geometrizing each ends equalizing its alphabets, circling its triangles. Infinitesimally surrounding transitory planes and lanes within our pyramidal silences, giving new lines and directions, intersections of re-constructions compasses and conjunctures within rebellious Mathematics Endless rounded prismatic longings leaving behind the theory of angles rising trigonometry of the hearts forgetting about scientific breaths inside seven circles oscillating harmonies Love squared by Love converting the Word into ART orbiting among infinite number of points till can be found just a line between me and you galactically entangled, universally connected with simplified distraction, amplified seduction sometimes equivalent, sometimes equidistant and the sum of the cosmic Algebra in two hearts. Love squared by Love in perpendicular stars and parallel moons crossing the lines in algorithmic dances and waves of psychedelic sensations, kabbalistic stardust hologram inceptions rhythmic complexities and elastic canvas. Neither perimeters nor cross-sections, neither postulates nor heart formula when I am blue and you are green, answers not to be based on x-y-z coordinates or figure-ing out to be even but ever-being presently present! Love squared by Love applied symmetries and Platonic shapes, an amalgamation of binaries and analogues sometimes with no common denominators, no obtuse views but endless Mandelbrotian spirals where human is able to accept a simple deviation. Love squared by Love embracing your concavity into my convex world, summing up the trigonometry of our cosmic hearts As LOVE tangles between two dots… Love! Not a mundane Geometry! When I found the Love footprints… When I found the Love footprints I recessed… from Life… Ceased my earthy sojourn… I stumbled no more amidst so many lexicons of forgetting… Lost the cryptic utterances of what could, might or should be, the Truth… or False!... I am not seeking the finding as I do not find the seeking… Still… You see yourself outside you, I see you inside myself… When Love footprints were found I stumbled no more between dots, I just breathed one thousand years in one day, and quarters of heavens were built inside my cathartic calibrations… The eyes of a thinker and the feeling of a knower, a hearer of unknown traces, the multiples within simplicity and eternity’s dips of these countless realities. When I found the Love footprints The absence became present, and… I know: I am pre-sent to BE in this everlastingness fate which sounds like a formula. No heart geometrics, no inner alphabets… Simply, a sense of nothingness in your everyness… Future selves or… secret second selves, connecting derivative patterns and mathematical probabilities in a Pythagorean sphere of harmony.
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