The Time That I Heard Weeping

Vlad Neagoe's poetry is of a fantastic invention, a reply to the postmodernist poetry. He subjects all the emotive pulsation of the directly lived events to a maximum verbal condensation. He is a mind endowed with all the gifts. His natural genius made of sensitivity, irony, imagination and clear-sightedness passionately builds endlessly varied and splendid architectures. The lucidity and the irony reduce or annul the inseparable couple of the misfortune and of the hope. Vlad Neagoe's poetry always tends to turn into a musical, harmonious and ample motion through a ceaseless game of the mind. At the same time his poetry is serious and composed. The nucleus of this poetry is a boiling emotion the ecstasy in his first enthusiasms.