{"id":11850,"date":"2020-11-06T14:33:28","date_gmt":"2020-11-06T11:33:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11850"},"modified":"2020-11-06T14:33:28","modified_gmt":"2020-11-06T11:33:28","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-67-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11850","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 67 (12)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nina Elena PLOPEANU<\/p>\n

Victor Gh. Stan \u0219i Umbra luminii <\/strong><\/p>\n

Victor Gh. Stan este scriitor, critic \u0219i istoric literar, dramaturg, editor. A debutat cu poezie \u00een 1971. Este membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia \u0219i al Uniunii Ziari\u0219tilor Profesioni\u0219ti din Rom\u00e2nia. Patroneaz\u0103 Societatea Cultural\u0103 Destine (revist\u0103, editur\u0103 \u0219i cenaclu). A colaborat \u0219i public\u0103 \u00een continuare la reviste din \u021bar\u0103 \u0219i str\u0103in\u0103tate precum: \u201eRom\u00e2nia literar\u0103\u201d, \u201eLuceaf\u0103rul\u201d, \u201eArge\u0219 Expres\u201d, \u201eMiori\u021ba noastr\u0103\u201d (New York), \u201eActualitatea\u201d, \u201eLumin\u0103torul\u201d (Chi\u0219in\u0103u), \u201eDestine\u201d, \u201eClipe albastre\u201d etc. Opera sa vast\u0103 cuprinde volume de versuri, proz\u0103, dic\u021bionare, sinteze literare, teatru, antologii. De asemenea, a prefa\u021bat \u0219i a f\u0103cut recenzii la peste 200 de c\u0103r\u021bi.
\nVolumul bilingv Umbra luminii (The shadow of light) a ap\u0103rut \u00een anul 2017 la Editura Destine, Bucure\u0219ti. Traducerea poeziilor \u00een limba englez\u0103 a fost realizat\u0103 de Alina Beatrice Che\u0219c\u0103.
\nUmbra luminii, volum de versuri postmoderniste, aduce \u00een aten\u021bia publicului teme predilecte ca: iubirea fa\u021b\u0103 de om, de natura \u00eenconjur\u0103toare, iubirea ingenu\u0103 sau iubirea vinovat\u0103 (Be\u021bi de p\u0103cate: \u201eDiminea\u021ba e adormit\u0103\/ \u00ce\u0219i freac\u0103 ochii cu nisipul clepsidrei\/ femeile deocheate citesc\/ cea\u0219ca din care au b\u0103ut vise\/ B\u0103rba\u021bii sunt be\u021bi de p\u0103cate\/ Dincolo de cimitir oasele amorezilor), timpul ca entitate prezent\u0103, trecut\u0103, dar \u0219i viitoare, zborul, dorin\u021b\u0103 ancestral\u0103 \u0219i perpetu\u0103 (Ad\u00e2ncul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului: \u201eFecioara posomor\u00e2t\u0103 \u0219i-a pus\/ Rulmen\u021bi la aripile fr\u00e2nte\/ copacii erau filma\u021bi cu\/ R\u0103d\u0103cinile spre albul cer\/ P\u0103s\u0103rile zburau \u00een golul\/ Ad\u00e2ncului de P\u0103m\u00e2nt p\u0103r\u0103sit), femeia – vener\u0103, iubit\u0103, simbol al maternit\u0103\u021bii \u0219i familiei (Ap\u0103 \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2na zborului: \u201eMergem \u021bin\u00e2ndu-ne drumul la bra\u021b\/ Femeie fiind mergi de-a st\u00e2nga\/ Eu d-a dreapta cu lanterna\/ \u00cei luminez s\u0103ritura peste gropi. De-am fi mers numai am\u00e2ndoi\/ Mai aveam ap\u0103 \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2na zborului\u201d), culoarea vie\u021bii, a anotimpurilor, a luminii, a nop\u021bii, credin\u021ba exemplificat\u0103 prin biserica lumii sau biserica din noi (Arama spre biseric\u0103: \u201eDespre mam\u0103 scriu poe\u021bii\/ Cu r\u0103d\u0103cina \u00een ombilicul f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii\/ Cei f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte au ombilicul uscat\/ Fugi\u021bi \u00een dang\u0103tul clopotului\/ D\u00e2ndu-\u0219i arama spre biserica-mam\u0103\/ scriu despre ombilicul r\u0103d\u0103cinii) etc.
\nLumina ca umbr\u0103 apare obsesiv. \u201eCa o fantezie dincolo de umbra luminii\u201d (Uitare trist\u0103), \u201eLungimea umbrei din clepsidr\u0103\u201d (Umbra din clepsidr\u0103). Lumina viselor este surprins\u0103 aproape la fel de insistent. \u201eO singur\u0103 Lun\u0103 cu lumin\u0103 albastr\u0103\u201d (\u00centre lumi paralele), \u201eVisul razelor solare \u2013 hain\u0103 alb\u0103 \u2013\u201d (\u00cen\u0103l\u021bare spre zbor), \u201e\u00cen lumina oglinzii albastre\u201d (Sp\u0103larea ispitelor). Uneori, cele dou\u0103 componente ale luminii apar \u00eempreun\u0103 ca \u00een poezia Printre stamine (\u201eIeri noapte \u00ee\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iam\/ Trupul de lumin\u0103 cald\u0103\/ Cu aripa visului albastru\u201d). Alteori, umbra \u00ee\u0219i contureaz\u0103 existen\u021ba din lacrim\u0103 de femeie ca \u00een Propria na\u0219tere (\u201eLa ivirea Soarelui se tope\u0219te z\u00e2mbetul\/ Peste umbra de lacrim\u0103 a femeii\u201d). \u00cen Lumina deas\u0103, trupul din lut \u0219i os al poetului cap\u0103t\u0103 aripi \u0219i zbor \u00een culori sub umbra binef\u0103c\u0103toare a v\u00e2ntului \u0219i str\u0103lucirea cerului alb. Amestecul de culoare, lumin\u0103 \u0219i non culoare ne poart\u0103 \u00eentr-o lume paralel\u0103, \u00eentr-un univers ezoteric, dincolo de care opera poetului d\u0103inuie peste timp (\u201eM-am cuprins dintr-un strop de lut\/ Cu aripi \u0219i zbor \u00een culori\/ Femeia timpului m-a f\u0103cut statuie\/ Umbra v\u00e2ntului m\u0103 \u00eembie \u0219i m\u0103 plou\u0103\/ Dintr-un strop am fugit lut \u0219i os\/ Lumina deas\u0103 mi-e prins\u0103 de cer alb.\u201d).
\nUniversul poetic deosebit de bogat \u00een simboluri este pus \u00een eviden\u021b\u0103 nu numai printr-un limbaj variat, ci \u0219i prin multitudinea sensurilor \u0219i semnifica\u021biilor pe care Victor Gh. Stan le ofer\u0103 cititorului prin poezia sa. Volumul de versuri amintit este un omagiu adus luminii ca o condi\u021bie sine qua non a vie\u021bii, a iubirii, a zborului \u00een timp spre absolut.<\/p>\n


\nSorin C\u0102LIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Incomprehensibil<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i un sfert. Ceasurile-s mute.
\n\u00cenchipui pove\u0219ti de am\u0103r\u00e2t copiii
\nCu s\u0103ge\u021bi. \u00cenv\u00e2rt din titirez,
\nJoc coarda ultimelor cuvinte,
\nDau cu piatra \u00een \u0219otron.
\nCa s-adorm.
\n– Oi\u021be, bl\u00e2nde oi\u021be,
\nTrece\u021bi mai repede,
\nC\u00e2mpia-i cuminte.
\nLa vernisarea orelor de somn
\nSe expun m\u0103garii, beh\u0103ie,
\nOr\u0103c\u0103ie.
\nPlesc\u0103ie visele.
\nSfor\u0103ie iubitele.<\/p>\n


\n9, 11, 13<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt ca un ceas stricat la dinte
\nCe \u0219chioap\u0103t\u0103 printre morminte.
\nSecundele se screm printre ferpare,
\nMinutele adorm pe stel\u0103, tributare.
\nOrarele se trec peste ochii viermui\u021bi,
\nCu limbi de p\u0103m\u00e2nt sap\u0103-n ani dr\u0103mui\u021bi
\n\u0218i veacuri pier, se trec la moa\u0219te.
\nCuvinte de pop\u0103, vorbe de\u0219arte
\n\u00cenghit din co\u0219ciug, cu gura amar\u0103,
\nCu sc\u00e2rb\u0103 de mort, cu vat\u0103 \u00een nar\u0103
\n\u0218i mi-e dor de ultima petrecere,
\nDe coliva bunicii, ortul de trecere
\n\u0218i mi-e somn p\u00e2n’ la groapa dint\u00e2i,
\nP\u00e2n’ la crucea de la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i
\n\u0218i mi-e sete de ap\u0103 de ploi,
\n\u0218i mi-e poft\u0103 de via\u021ba din voi.<\/p>\n


\nValentina BECART<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201efebril te caut noaptea \u00eentre stele\u201d…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Radu Iorgulescu semneaz\u0103 volumul de poeme \u201eUcenicul\u201d, volum ap\u0103rut la editura Pim, Ia\u0219i, 2019. Coperta este realizat\u0103 de autor, iar prefa\u021ba c\u0103r\u021bii este semnat\u0103 de prof. Mariana Bendou. Pictura copert\u0103 – Arpad Racz. C\u00e2teva date despre autor: n\u0103scut \u00een data de 5 mai 1964, la Bucure\u0219ti, \u00eentr-o familie de intelectuali (mama, Adriana Iorgulescu, a fost profesor universitar, doctor \u00een fizic\u0103, iar tat\u0103l, cercet\u0103tor \u0219tiin\u021bific, tot fizician, dar \u0219i pictor, o sor\u0103 matematician \u0219i pictori\u021b\u0103). \u201ePasionat de la v\u00e2rsta de 10 ani de chitara clasic\u0103 (c\u00e2nt de 45 de ani la chitar\u0103). Absolvent al liceului Dimitrie Cantemir unde am frecventat cenaclul literar George C\u0103linescu, condus de doamna profesoar\u0103 Aurelia Marinescu (autoarea codului bunelor maniere, publicat \u00een anii ’90). Activitatea mea \u00een cadrul cenaclului literar era muzical\u0103. C\u00e2ntam folk. Eram fascinat de Rainer Maria Rilke \u0219i de ceea ce ne-a transmis Platon despre Socrate.
\n Salariat din 1982 ca matri\u021ber, am urmat cursurile facult\u0103\u021bii de fizic\u0103, la seral. Angajat, din 1984, al IFTM institutul de fizica \u0219i tehnologia materialelor. Am publicat diverse articole \u0219tiin\u021bifice \u00een reviste de specialitate din \u021bar\u0103 \u0219i din str\u0103in\u0103tate. Autor a trei brevete de inven\u021bie.
\nAm descoperit limba frumoas\u0103 a poe\u021bilor \u2013 ca pasiune \u2013 \u00een anul 2015, \u0219i de atunci ucenicesc aceast\u0103 art\u0103 cu speran\u021ba c\u0103 \u00een ziua ce urmeaz\u0103 voi fi capabil s\u0103 scriu mai bine \u0219i mai frumos. Am editat trei volume de autor: Scintila\u021bii – editura PIM, Ia\u0219i, 2016; Ritmuri \u2013 editura PIM, Ia\u0219i, 2017. (Acest volum a fost c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103torul premiului al II-lea la concursul de apari\u021bii editoriale organizat de revista \u201eExpresia Ideei\u201d, \u00een 2018); Ucenicul – editura PIM, Ia\u0219i, 2019. Sunt coautor la antologiile: \u201eSuperlative relative\u201d \u2013 Antologie a revistei Anotimpurile Expresiei Ideii, lucrare coordonat\u0103 de Vasile Ru\u0219e\u021bi \u0219i publicat\u0103 la editura PIM \u00een anul 2018. Antologia festivalului Interna\u021bional de crea\u021bie literar\u0103 Grigore Vieru intitulat \u201eSunt iarb\u0103, mai simplu nu pot fi\u201d edi\u021bia a Vll-a, 2019. Antologia \u201ePrieteni \u2013 Izvorul cuv\u00e2ntului\u201d (volumul 4) ap\u0103rut\u0103 la editura Izvorul cuv\u00e2ntului \u00een anul 2019. Antologia revistei Anotimpurile Expresiei Ideii cu titlul \u201ePoezie dup\u0103 o fotografie\u201d, volum coordonat de Vasile Ru\u0219e\u021bi \u0219i ap\u0103rut la editura PIM, Ia\u0219i, \u00een anul 2019. Apari\u021bii \u00een revistele: Anotimpurile Expresiei Ideii; Orient Rom\u00e2nesc; Luceaf\u0103rul din vale.
\nPremii ob\u021binute: premiului al II-lea la concursul de apari\u021bii editoriale organizat de revista \u201eExpresia Ideii\u201d \u00een 2018, cu volumul Ritmuri; Men\u021biune la Festivalul interna\u021bional de poezie \u201eSunt iarb\u0103, mai simplu nu pot fi\u201d\u2026
\nLiric prin excelen\u021b\u0103, clasic (neoromantic) prin structur\u0103, poetul Radu Iorgulescu aduce \u00een fa\u021ba semenilor versuri de mare sensibilitate, purt\u00e2nd \u021bes\u0103tura fin\u0103 a neoromantismului, cu nuan\u021be delicate, luminoase, metafore de mare profunzime. Acesta prive\u0219te, respir\u0103, \u00eenfrunt\u0103 existen\u021ba prin prisma con\u0219tiin\u021bei poetice. De exemplu: \u201eNesocotindu-mi tihna, o bl\u00e2nd\u0103 rev\u0103rsare\/ din ochii t\u0103i pornit\u0103, fiin\u021ba s\u0103-mi r\u0103pun\u0103\/ \u00eemi tulbur\u0103 menirea cu glezna vis\u0103toare\/ care culege stele, dar \u00eemi presar\u0103 lun\u0103. (Noapte bun\u0103).
\n\u00cendr\u0103gind clasicismul, n-a putut sta departe de versul clasic, de ritmul \u0219i rima care confer\u0103 savoare \u0219i muzicalitate cuv\u00e2ntului prins \u00een albul foii.
\nVolumul este dedicat Muzei (fie ea imaginar\u0103 sau real\u0103…), av\u00e2nd ca tem\u0103 principal\u0103 iubirea, acest mare sentiment, grandioas\u0103 tr\u0103ire care a c\u0103l\u0103uzit pa\u0219ii celor sensibili, cu suflet vibrant, solar, gata oric\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eenfrunte \u00eengerii \u0219i demonii, lini\u0219tea \u0219i furtuna. \u201eDe nu sunt oare acela\u0219i suferind\/ De pl\u00e2ng \u00een soare demonilor nop\u021bii\/ sau dac\u0103 luna vrea s\u0103-mi afle sor\u021bii\/ c\u00e2nd \u00eengerii din ceruri m\u0103 desprind. (Unde e\u0219ti?) .
\nMetaforele revelatorii \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 structura versului, \u00eel \u00eenv\u0103luie cu o anumit\u0103 aur\u0103 coloristic\u0103, seduc\u0103toare \u0219i incitant\u0103. Maturitatea \u00ee\u0219i pune amprenta fecund\u0103 \u00een planul crea\u021biei poetice. Spontanul, imprevizibilul antreneaz\u0103 aluviunile spiritului, aduc\u00e2nd \u00een lumin\u0103 materia bine \u0219lefuit\u0103. Atelierul unde ucenice\u0219te, \u201edevine pentru poet o academie a \u0219lefuirilor l\u0103untrice\u201d. Poetul Radu Iorgulescu surprinde tr\u0103irea \u00eentr-o secund\u0103 privilegiat\u0103. Fructific\u0103 \u00een versuri profunzimea nuan\u021belor, tonurile picturale ad\u0103ug\u00e2nd plusul de mister, de bl\u00e2nd\u0103 armonie. De asemenea, posibilit\u0103\u021bile de comunicare sub raportul semnifica\u021biilor sunt fructuoase \u0219i eficace, chiar dac\u0103 \u201e\u00eemi scap\u0103 de pe buze cuvinte care seam\u0103n\u0103 \u00eentre ele, precum c\u0103lug\u0103rii \u00eentre zidurile m\u0103n\u0103stirii\u201d…
\nExpresii \u00eenc\u0103rcate de semnifica\u021bii, cu efecte nea\u0219teptate: \u201ede-at\u00e2ta via\u021b\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 mori\u201d; \u201elum\u00e2narea ta de miere\u201d; \u201e\u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103-n stele vei purta-n c\u0103lc\u00e2i\u201d; \u201ealbul aripii ce st\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103\u201d; \u201enu-mi l\u0103sa un sc\u00e2ncet pe pragul de lumin\u0103\u201d; \u201edin cioburile nop\u021bii fac o hain\u0103\u201d; \u201epl\u00e2nge culoarea \u00een frunza r\u0103stignit\u0103\u201d; \u201e\u00eemi p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie o candel\u0103 sub pleoap\u0103\u201d; \u201e\u00een ochii t\u0103i \u00eenmugure\u0219te ziua\u201d etc.
\nNeoclasici\u0219tii, neomoderni\u0219tii au voca\u021bia statorniciei \u00eentr-un secol \u201ecare a f\u0103cut din infidelitate o virtute\u201d. Astfel, Radu Iorgulescu pre\u021buie\u0219te valorile clasice, cu a c\u0103ror substan\u021b\u0103 trainic\u0103 se \u00eenrude\u0219te, dar caut\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eennoiasc\u0103 expresia poetic\u0103, con\u0219tient de continuitatea firii poetice, de rostogolirea necunoscutului peste vechile albii. Romanticul este orientat c\u0103tre vis, c\u0103tre interpretate subiectiv\u0103, c\u0103tre fantezie, e atras de \u201epropriile sale abisuri suflete\u0219ti, dar \u00een casa cu multe taini\u021be a sufletului s\u0103u, el se \u00eentoarce \u00eenc\u0103rcat cu imaginile \u0219i impresiile pe care le-a cules din c\u0103l\u0103toriile lui prin lumea exterioar\u0103\u201d ( Al. Philippide). Astfel, natura este un fundal de unde poetul \u00ee\u0219i extrage imaginile, impresiile, le transfigureaz\u0103, le spore\u0219te \u00een\u021belesurile. Esen\u021ba lumii exterioare \u00eel ajut\u0103 s\u0103 ad\u00e2nceasc\u0103, \u201es\u0103 compare, s\u0103 explice prin contrast – esen\u021ba propriei sale fiin\u021be\u201d. Pentru neoromantic, visul este o \u201ead\u00e2nc\u0103, grav\u0103 \u0219i fecund\u0103 realitate\u201d. Romantismul \u201en-a fost fondat, nici inventat, nici propagat. El a existat, fundamental, \u00een sufletul omenesc din toate timpurile. Departe de a fi un curent literar trec\u0103tor, este dimpotriv\u0103 un mod permanent de via\u021b\u0103 sufleteasc\u0103, capabil mereu de \u00eennoire creatoare, at\u00e2t \u00een ce prive\u0219te explorarea mi\u0219c\u0103rilor sufletului c\u00e2t \u0219i \u00een ce prive\u0219te expresia\u201d ( Al. Philippide).
\nNovatorii au nevoie de \u201ep\u0103m\u00e2ntul durabil \u0219i statornicit al trecutului\u201d \u0219i poetul Radu Iorgulescu recurge la el. Acesta \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchipuie o lume necontenit frumoas\u0103, cucerit\u0103 prin inteligen\u021ba spiritului \u0219i prin rafinamentul tr\u0103irilor. \u00cen poezie e nevoie de o Muz\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 de care… Muza poetului pare a fi mai mult dec\u00e2t o \u201e\u00eenchipuire\u201d, pare real\u0103… \u0219i iat\u0103 cum iubirea lui \u201ecumva la tine \u00een suflet se \u00eendreapt\u0103\u201d \u0219i, cum era \u0219i firesc, \u201eTimpul \u00eentre noi tresare,\/ \u00eentre valuri ne z\u00e2mbe\u0219te,\/ pleac\u0103 apoi \u00een alt\u0103 zare\/ \u00eenflorind tot ce-nt\u00e2lne\u0219te. (Ape). Doar c\u00e2ntecul iubirii poate face zarea mai senin\u0103, poate \u00eenflori totul \u00een cale.
\nPoetul Radu Iorgulescu dedic\u0103 iubitei versuri emo\u021bionante, dezv\u0103luind valen\u021be de o deosebit\u0103 delicate\u021be, emotivitate, versuri ce se impun prin for\u021ba expresiei lirice. Uneori, i se pare c\u0103 e \u201erupt\u0103 \u021bara-n dou\u0103 \u021b\u0103ri mai mici\u201d; c\u0103 o distan\u021b\u0103 prea mare \u00eei desparte \u201esunt pa\u0219ii t\u0103i acolo eu aici\u201d \u0219i, doamne, \u201eat\u00e2ta c\u00e2mp \u0219i alb e \u00eentre noi\/ doar luna c\u00e2nt\u0103 pentru am\u00e2ndoi.\u201d
\nLuna, acest astru al \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bilor, ca \u0219i \u00een poezia eminescian\u0103, este martorul t\u0103cut al inimii \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rate, cuprins\u0103, adesea, de un dor nestins. Dorin\u021ba poetului de a-\u0219i \u00eent\u00e2lni iubita este f\u0103r\u0103 seam\u0103n: \u201eS\u0103 simt pasul t\u0103u \u00een cale,\/ ochii t\u0103i s\u0103-mi fie leacul,\/ iar \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area-\u021bi moale\/ s\u0103 \u00eemi \u00eenrobeasc\u0103 veacul.\u201d (Poteca luminii).
\nAlte versuri reverberante: \u201ede dor \u00een noi z\u0103pezile sc\u00e2ncesc,\/ iar albul aripii ce st\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103\/ m\u0103 \u021bine \u00een lumina ta firesc.\u201d (Iarn\u0103 de dor).
\nIubirea vine, iubirea pleac\u0103, dar nu f\u0103r\u0103 a l\u0103sa \u201eurme\u201d, sf\u00e2\u0219ieri \u00een sufletul poetului. \u201e\u0218i pleci \u00eencet din toate, iubita mea senin\u0103 \/ l\u0103s\u00e2nd pierdut \u00een urm\u0103 tot ce puteam s\u0103-\u021bi fiu.\u201d
\n\u00cen poemul \u201eT\u0103ceri\u201d apare regretul unei desp\u0103r\u021biri, a unei \u201etoane\u201d a dragostei: \u201eDe-acum ne-om \u00eendrepta spre ve\u0219nicie,\/ uit\u00e2nd unul de altul \u0219i de lun\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 ce putea s\u0103 fie,\/ pe malul vie\u021bii noastre s\u0103 apun\u0103.\u201d
\nDup\u0103 ce furtuna a trecut \u201ecu aripa tremur\u00e2nd de dor\u201d, poetul, \u201eag\u0103\u021bat de-o rug\u0103ciune\/ alb\u0103 ca visul unui nor\u201d…, ca o diminea\u021b\u0103 senin\u0103 \u2013 tr\u0103ie\u0219te cu speran\u021ba \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103rii \u0219i revenirea la \u201eclipe mai bune\u201d.
\nCu toate c\u0103, adesea, cocheteaz\u0103 cu obscuritatea, cu ambiguitatea, versul este asemenea cristalului l\u0103sat \u00een lumin\u0103. Ideea reflexiv\u0103 este \u00eent\u00e2mpinat\u0103 cu abilitate, cu lejeritate. \u201e \u00cengerii convertesc abisul dintre D-zeu \u0219i om \u00eentr-un spa\u021biu al comunic\u0103rii.\u201d (A. Ple\u0219u). Ca urmare, asist\u0103m la confesiunea tr\u0103irilor, zbuciumului interior, devenim \u201ep\u0103rta\u0219i\u201d ai nop\u021bilor \u00eenfrigurate, revenirilor, r\u0103t\u0103cirilor… \u0218i iat\u0103 ce ne m\u0103rturise\u0219te poetul: \u201eM-a\u0219 topi s\u0103-\u021bi aud glasul,\/ a\u0219 muri s\u0103-\u021bi aflu buza,\/ de \u021bi-ai apropia \u0219i pasul\/ \u00een genunchi mi-a\u0219 g\u0103si muza\u201d (Un z\u00e2mbet).
\nTablourile picturale, acompaniate de fream\u0103tul naturii, \u00eentregesc simfonia iubirii, decorul estetic al rostirii: \u201epe dealuri negre timpul se r\u0103stoarn\u0103\u201d; \u201ese-aude fo\u0219netul ce ne desparte\u201d; \u201evisul t\u0103u luat de valuri\u201d; \u201em\u0103 odihnesc aici, pu\u021bin sub crengi\u201d; \u201eva trece noaptea printre noi\/ fo\u0219nind de frunze coapte\u201d; \u201eluna-n cer z\u00e2mbind angelic\u201d; \u201e febril te caut noaptea \u00eentre stele\u201d; \u201edin culori ce s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103\/ toamna \u00ee\u0219i adun\u0103 oaste\u201d etc.
\n\u00cen poemul \u201eFragilit\u0103\u021bi\u201d, poetul Radu Iorgulescu ne \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 cu o altfel de stare, fr\u0103m\u00e2ntare, cea existen\u021bialist\u0103, con\u0219tient fiind de fragilitatea vie\u021bii, a clipei care trece. Trist, \u00eensingurat, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 cuprind\u0103 \u00een vers aceste fl\u0103c\u0103ri-tr\u0103iri care-i tulbur\u0103 somnul \u0219i senin\u0103tatea visului: \u201eNe este existen\u021ba prea fragil\u0103\/ st\u0103 viitorul \u00een c\u00e2rje rezemat,\/ vis\u0103m la zboruri fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u00e2nd argil\u0103\/ \u0219i ne rug\u0103m la ceruri separat\u201d. Renun\u021b\u0103 poetul, cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103, la iubire? Se pare c\u0103 nu: \u201eR\u0103nit\u0103 talp\u0103, r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 parc\u0103\/ din cale ar fi vrut s\u0103 te \u00eentoarc\u0103\/ spre hanul ast\u0103zi vechi, din drumul mare,\/ unde se bea, se r\u00e2de \u0219i se moare.\u201d (Popas). Iat\u0103 ce versuri! \u00cenc\u0103rcate de profunzime \u0219i dramatism, de vibra\u021bie incandescent\u0103, \u00ee\u021bi str\u0103bat \u00eentreaga fiin\u021b\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 la durere, p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge… acolo unde r\u0103nile \u00eenfloresc. Teme reg\u0103site \u00een volum: visul, dragostea, via\u021ba, dorul, zborul, triste\u021bea, melancolia, frustrarea, pr\u0103bu\u0219irea, dezn\u0103dejdea, singur\u0103tatea, toate se \u00eentind arborescent, astfel c\u0103 imprevizibilul \u00ee\u0219i face loc, se \u00eenf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 ca o ieder\u0103 \u00een jurul ideilor poetice. Cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri sigure, poetul \u201edecupeaz\u0103 cuv\u00e2ntul din marmura vie\u021bii, \u0219lefuindu-l, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-i simetriile, r\u0103sucirile, unghiurile ascunse\u201d…
\n Simbolurile pun \u00een lumin\u0103 o anumit\u0103 stare. Cu o pic\u0103tur\u0103 de elixir, cuvintele prind via\u021b\u0103, se dezl\u0103n\u021buie \u00eentr-o complexitate de nuan\u021be. Astfel: duios, lumin\u0103, razele lumii, alb, stele, fulgi, altar, zboruri, petal\u0103, fluturi, v\u0103paie, pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103, \u0219oapt\u0103, vioar\u0103 scot \u00een eviden\u021b\u0103 un suflet sensibil, armonios, plin de tr\u0103ire luminoas\u0103. Exp: \u201e\u0218tii ce te rog, r\u0103m\u00e2i cu mine\/ pe banca ce-o tocim de-at\u00e2ta timp,\/ c\u0103ci tu e\u0219ti luna nop\u021bilor senine\/ \u0219i nu pot eu \u00een veci, nimic s\u0103 schimb. (Nemi\u0219care). Sau: \u201ep\u0103str\u00e2nd \u00een mine coasta unui dor,\/ fr\u00e2nturi de zbor din aripile noastre\u201d (G\u00e2nd);\u201edar nu voi fi t\u0103cut nici \u00eentre stele,\/ \u00ee\u021bi voi \u0219opti din versul meu n\u0103t\u00e2ng\u201d…(Suflete pereche). Mai mult dec\u00e2t at\u00e2t, muza care i-a furat inima reprezint\u0103 pentru poet \u00eens\u0103\u0219i via\u021ba, dorin\u021ba de-a exista: \u201eE\u0219ti suflet din lumin\u0103, e\u0219ti vara \u0219i iubirea,\/ e\u0219ti pentru mine totul \u0219i luna ta m\u0103 doare\/ c\u00e2nd mult \u00een noi \u00eenceturi p\u0103trund \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103toare\/ ce umbr\u0103-n\u0219el\u0103toare \u00ee\u021bi tulbur\u0103 privirea.\u201d (\u00centre altare).
\nAlte expresii, cu \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tur\u0103 semantic\u0103 remarcabil\u0103, ne \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 un suflet suferind, b\u00e2ntuit de triste\u021be, de \u00eendoial\u0103, de dor \u201ef\u0103r\u0103 pereche\u201d: \u201ede stele \u0219i de tine prea s\u0103rac\u201d; \u201ec\u00e2nd luna l\u0103crim\u00e2nd\u201d; \u201edurerea nop\u021bii pl\u00e2nge sferic\u201d; \u201edegeaba strig\u201d; \u201e\u00eentre umbre pustiite\u201d; \u201einima care se zbate\u201d; \u201ete implor pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd s\u0103 te opre\u0219ti\u201d; \u201ese \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 trist \u0219i \u0219chiop\u0103tat\u201d; \u201esoarele p\u0103lind a asfin\u021bit\u201d; \u201enu sim\u021bi ce frig e-n jur \u0219i c\u00e2t\u0103 bezn\u0103\u201d etc. \u00cen nop\u021bile pline de zbucium, poetul implor\u0103: \u201ece n-a\u0219 da s\u0103 simt pe frunte\/ m\u00e2na r\u0103sucindu-mi g\u00e2ndul\u201d. Dar, de multe ori, sufletul r\u0103nit se resemneaz\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i ascunde cicatricile \u00een faldurile nop\u021bii: \u201e\u00cemi p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie o candel\u0103 sub pleoap\u0103,\/ iar visul meu mu\u0219cat de lupi \u00een mun\u021bi, se lupt\u0103 greu cu noaptea asta \u0219chioap\u0103,\/ degeaba strig, tu nu m\u0103 mai ascul\u021bi\u201d (Medita\u021bie).
\n Evad\u00e2nd din umbra cuv\u00e2ntului, poetul urm\u0103re\u0219te s\u0103 l\u0103rgeasc\u0103 aria semnifica\u021biilor, \u00eendr\u0103znind s\u0103 ridice v\u0103lul de pe lucruri, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd mereu dincolo de aparen\u021be, dincolo de fenomenal. Astfel, prin transfigurare, poezia cap\u0103t\u0103 noi valen\u021be creatoare, dep\u0103\u0219ind limit\u0103rile sintactice \u0219i lexicale ale limbajului. Doar prin transfigurare, prin capacitatea scriitorului de a-\u0219i inventa un nou limbaj \u201epoate fi recuperat acel spa\u021biu al unicit\u0103\u021bii\u201d.
\nRevenind la dragoste… (la tema volumului \u201eUcenicul\u201d), oric\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103 ar fi, oric\u00e2t de mult te-ar face s\u0103 vibrezi, s\u0103 arzi… e lovit\u0103 necontenit de \u021b\u0103rmuri: unul al speran\u021bei, al \u00eemplinirii, altul al incertitudinii, al \u00eendoielii. Dar, dar mereu, din \u201ead\u00e2ncuri\u201d, va ajunge la mal \u201eeu port c\u0103ldura dorului de maluri\u201d… o scoic\u0103 \u00een care str\u0103luce\u0219te un m\u0103rg\u0103ritar. Aceste perle-g\u00e2nduri sunt prinse \u00een jurul cuv\u00e2ntului cu deosebit me\u0219te\u0219ug, cu rafinament, de c\u0103tre poetul Radu Iorgulescu. Poemul \u201e\u00censerarea \u00eengerilor\u201d, unul din cele multe, cu valoare estetic\u0103, cu un con\u021binut bogat al simbolurilor, al metaforelor-cheie va contura un poet matur, st\u0103p\u00e2n pe mijloacele de expresie, alunec\u00e2nd cu deosebit\u0103 dexteritate pe firul sub\u021bire dintre palpabil \u0219i impalpabil, dintre finit \u0219i infinitul metafizic. \u201eDe-ar fi poetul seara unui \u00eenger\/ \u00eendr\u0103gostit \u00een cerul de poveste,\/ s-ar ghemui lumina \u00eentr-un fulger\/ s\u0103-\u021bi picure \u00een s\u00e2nge buna veste. \/ At\u00e2t de trist ar sta \u00een bol\u021bi senine\/ din raiul lui c\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-\u021bi nemurirea,\/ c\u0103 din cuvinte numai prea pu\u021bine,\/ ar pune trupul lor s\u0103 schimbe firea.\u201d
\nPoetul crede \u00een for\u021ba cuv\u00e2ntului, \u00een menirea lui de solie luminoas\u0103 peste timp, astfel c\u0103 cel ce-\u0219i realizeaz\u0103 esen\u021ba uman\u0103 devine identic cu propriul infinit. \u201eNe vom alege rostul frumos sau la-nt\u00e2mplare,\/ dar ne-om g\u0103si \u00een versuri \u00eentreag\u0103 nemurirea.\u201d (\u00centre altare).<\/p>\n


\nIon RO\u0218IORU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Denie… utrenie…
\nClopotul e tras de sfoar\u0103.
\nNumai eu sunt ve\u015fnic pe.
\nDiferen\u0163a m\u0103 omoar\u0103!<\/p>\n

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Cei doi ponei necheaz\u0103 noaptea toat\u0103
\nSim\u0163ind un urs postat l\u00e2ng\u0103 padoc.
\nAngoasa, prin plecarea ta iscat\u0103,
\nNu-mi mai d\u0103 pace, vai mie, deloc!<\/p>\n

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Coardele vi\u0163ei-de-vie i-aduc
\n\u0162\u0103r\u00e2nii ofranda de proaspete lacrimi.
\nPrivesc cu stoicism cum dau buluc
\nAsupra mea cohortele de patimi!<\/p>\n

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P\u00e2n\u0103-n iarn\u0103 se p\u0103streaz\u0103 vara
\n\u00cen pere\u0163ii casei de p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\n\u00cen cutia veche-mi \u0163in vioara
\n\u015ei \u00een suflet dorul mi-l \u00eempl\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

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Pleca\u0163i fiind \u00een \u0163ara f\u0103r\u0103 dor,
\nNu le mai calc\u0103 nimeni b\u0103t\u0103tura.
\n\u015etiu cum vor ar\u0103ta dup\u0103 ce mor
\n\u015ei casa mea \u015fi-aleile \u015fi \u015fura!<\/p>\n

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P\u0103rin\u0163ii-au cobor\u00e2t \u00een moartea lor
\n\u015ei buruiana cre\u015fte peste trepte.
\nDe ce s\u0103 le mai urc dac\u0103-n pridvor
\nNu mai e nimeni care s\u0103 m-a\u015ftepte?<\/p>\n

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Timpul nu se d\u0103-napoi
\nNic\u0103ieri \u015fi niciodat\u0103.
\nC-o s-asculte de noi doi
\nE-o iluzie sfruntat\u0103!<\/p>\n


\nValeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu \u0219i despre femei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mare iubitor de poezie (c\u0103 alte vicii nu prea mai pare s\u0103 aib\u0103), Nicolae Pogonaru devine \u00eentotdeauna melancolic \u00een preajma femeilor pe care le invoc\u0103 (sau le evoc\u0103) fie \u00een contexte poetice u\u0219or sarcastice, fie cu o duio\u0219ie care te duce cu g\u00e2ndul la trubadurii medievali: \u201eultimul t\u0103u c\u00e2ntec\/ traverseaz\u0103 parcul bisericii ortodoxe\/ sfin\u021bii \u00eengeri\/ peste \u0219apca fotografului la minut\/ peste wc-ul public\/ \u0219i \u021big\u0103ncile lenevind \u00een iarb\u0103\/ tu treci\/ consolat\u0103 de peniten\u021bele cer\u0219etorului\/ auzi\/ c\u00e2nt\u0103 cu tine o nimf\u0103\/ dezmo\u0219tenit\u0103 te a\u0219ezi\/ pe banc\u0103\/ z\u00e2mbind de ocazie unui melc\/ f\u0103r\u0103 cochilie\u201d (\u201emelancolie\u201d). Baladele urbane inserate \u00een volum contureaz\u0103 fie imaginea unui cuplu care se zbate \u00eentre lume\u0219ti taxe, impuneri, d\u0103ri \u0219i, \u00een final, s\u0103r\u0103cie lucie (\u201es\u0103 pun casetofonul s\u0103-\u021bi c\u00e2nte-un rock and roll\/ s\u0103 ascult\u0103m cuminte o simfonie fin\u0103\/ sau s\u0103-\u021bi aduc din hal\u0103 ciolane de rasol\/ ori s\u0103-\u021bi recit chitan\u021ba cu taxe pe lumin\u0103\u201d \u2013 \u201einvita\u021bie la dans \u00een pragul mileniului III\u201d), fie \u201eportretul robot al unei fete disco\u201d, fie portretul unei villone\u0219ti Margot, cum este \u201ePaloma\u201d de pe plaj\u0103: \u201etreceam pe pod te-am admirat\/ voiam s\u0103 susur un refren\/ aveai picioarele-n \u0219pagat\/ s\u00e2nii-\u021bi cre\u0219teau sub sutien\/\/\u2026\/\/ \u0219i aveai coapsele divine\/ de top model pe cinstea mea\/ ai c\u00e2\u0219tiga cum se cuvine\/ la Play Boy dac\u0103 ai poza\u201d (\u201eplaj\u0103\u201d).
\nFemeile din cartea lui Nicolae Pogonaru apar \u00een ipostaze imprevizibile, de la \u201edoamn\u0103 prim\u0103\/ a urbei \u00een care exist\u201d (\u201evoyage\u201d), la \u201edistant\/ \u201earogant\u0103\/ precum un ziar \u00een \u0219palt\u201d (\u201ezar\u201d), \u201ecrud\u0103\u201d, \u201epistruiat\u0103\u201d, \u201einaccesibil\u0103\/ pentru o aventur\u0103 posibil\u0103\u201d (\u201ec`est fini\u201d) p\u00e2n\u0103 la vampa sexy (\u201eavea o glezn\u0103 de gazel\u0103\/ \u0219i unduiri de \u0219arpe-n trup\/ \u0219i bikini numai din dantel\u0103\/ cu din\u021bii de-mi venea s\u0103-i rup\u201d \u2013 \u201etopless oblige\u201d), dar nu spectacolul feminit\u0103\u021bii care \u00eencinge sim\u021burile este, de fapt, cel care conteaz\u0103, ci spectacolul oferit de scriitorul care se amuz\u0103 pe seama propriei sl\u0103biciuni, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd de ea sau accept\u00e2nd-o ca pe un atribut dintotdeauna al masculinit\u0103\u021bii.
\n\u00cen ipostaz\u0103 de admirator sedus\/ supus farmecelor vreunei domni\u021be, poetul mimeaz\u0103 smerenia, c\u00e2teodat\u0103 neghiobia, st\u00e2ng\u0103cia\/ lipsa de experien\u021b\u0103 aproape juvenil\u0103, dar \u00een spatele acestor m\u0103\u0219ti st\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna, mali\u021bios, poetul care \u0219tie c\u0103 totul este spectacol de umbre \u0219i lumini, la care po\u021bi s\u0103 r\u00e2zi ori s\u0103 te \u00eentristezi, \u00eentre cele dou\u0103 ac\u021biuni nefiind, \u00een ultim\u0103 instan\u021b\u0103, nicio diferen\u021b\u0103: \u201esunt ani destui iubito de c\u00e2nd \u00een pu\u0219c\u0103rie\/ eu stau \u0219i-a\u0219tept zadarnic s\u0103 vii la vorbitor\/ \u00een fiecare noapte la gardieni simbrie\/ pl\u0103tesc s\u0103 te anun\u021be c\u0103 m\u0103 topesc de dor\/\/ erau vremuri mai bune c\u00e2nd acceptai o fanta\/ la mine \u00een celul\u0103 st\u0103teai aproape-un ceas\/ iar eu atunci ca blegul vedeam deschis\u0103 poarta\/ spre tainele-\u021bi ascunse dar m\u0103 duceai de nas\u201d (\u201eexil\u201d).
\nPoetul n-are stof\u0103 de Don Juan, nu admir\u0103, democratic, femeile la gr\u0103mad\u0103, dar nici crearea unui tip feminin ideal nu pare s\u0103-i stea \u00een inten\u021bie. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 \u00eei place mignona (\u201ece mic\u0103 \u0219i ab\u0103tut\u0103 mi-ai p\u0103rut\/ c\u00e2nd mergeai\/ s\u0103-\u021bi plombezi z\u00e2mbetul la dentist\/ mi-ai r\u0103spuns la salut\/ cu-n ochi imens \u0219i trist\/ pe care a\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103-l s\u0103rut\u201d \u2013 \u201eecou III\u201d), alteori \u201efemeia dinamic\u0103\/ jum\u0103tate angelic\u0103 jum\u0103tate satanic\u0103\u201d \u2013 \u201ef.m.i.\u201d) sau \u201eeva XX\u201d (\u201ecu ochi-\u021bi mari c\u00e2t dou\u0103 h\u0103uri\/ mai faci din suflete cavouri\/ mai \u021bii minciuni la conservat\/ pentr-un Adam \u00eencornorat\u201d). \u00centre \u201edama de pic\u0103\u201d, \u201edama de alcov\u201d mistuit\u0103 de provincie \u0219i agresiv\u0103 (\u201e\u0219i dup\u0103 alterca\u021bii cu traume de-amor\/ alergi dup\u0103 protec\u021bii la vreun sergent major\/ ce din obedien\u021b\u0103 sau din motive varii\/ m-anun\u021b\u0103 telefonic c\u0103-mi sparge ochelarii\u201d \u2013 \u201emov\u201d) \u0219i \u201eo droghist\u0103\/ t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 malagambist\u0103\u201d (\u201edrumul c\u0103tre bar\u0103\u201d) se insinueaz\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna iubita din amintire (\u201eai mersul \u0219ov\u0103ielnic \u00eempotmolit de fluturi\/ baricadat \u021bi-e g\u00e2ndul \u00eendurerat s\u0103rutul\/ melancolia sap\u0103 \u00een ochiul t\u0103u imens, medalia de-acum are numai revers\u201d \u2013 \u201efil\u0103 de dosar\u201d), sau cea c\u0103rei \u201ep\u0103s\u0103ri multicolore\u201d \u00eei strig\u0103 numele (\u201eorizont\u201d), sau, \u0219i mai bine, \u201efetele cu mers subtil\u201d \u00een fa\u021ba c\u0103rora poetul recunoa\u0219te c\u0103 e doar poet: \u201ele scriu poeme c\u0103 sunt bard\/ \u0219i le ador fiindc\u0103 au stil\u201d (\u201ec\u00e2ntec\u201d).
\nCaleidoscopul de ipostaze ale feminit\u0103\u021bii transform\u0103 \u0219i textul \u00een spectacol, c\u0103ci lui Nicolae Pogonaru \u00eei plac tururile de for\u021b\u0103 poetic\u0103. Fie c\u0103 demitizeaz\u0103 eternul feminin, t\u00e2r\u00e2ndu-l prin mahala, prin colc\u0103itoare spelunci cu pe\u0219ti \u0219i alte lighioane de la marginea societ\u0103\u021bii, fie c\u0103 pune femeia pe un soclu \u0219i-o ador\u0103 \u00een genunchi, poetul este con\u0219tient c\u0103 fanteziile sale (nu \u00eentotdeauna erotice) sunt, de cele mai multe ori, un mod de a lupta cu timpul, cu lumea consumerist\u0103, manelizat\u0103, bagatelizat\u0103, \u00een care poezia \u00eenalt\u0103 a devenit un lux. R\u0103zvr\u0103tirea \u2013 vizibil\u0103 prin limbajul adeseori frust, niciodat\u0103 vulgar \u2013 nu duce dec\u00e2t la rezultate poetice: un nou volum, o alt\u0103 lupt\u0103 \u0219i tot a\u0219a, p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimul \u201estand by\u201d: \u201eai intrat\/ cum o raz\u0103 de lun\u0103\/ p\u0103trunde\/ \u00een situri ascunse\/ c\u0103ut\u00e2nd\/ cu o sete nebun\u0103\/ cuvinte\u201d (\u201estand by\u201d). E clar c\u0103 \u201eMari\u0219ica\u201d, \u00een aceste condi\u021bii, este un exemplu de tehnic\u0103 de camuflaj, r\u00e2sul homeric pe care-l provoac\u0103 ascunz\u00e2nd pl\u00e2nsul: \u201eremember deci tataie oric\u00e2t te crezi de tare\/ mereu o broasc\u0103 mic\u0103 deschide gura mare\/ \u021bi-nghite \u0219i mer\u021banul \u0219i ce mai ai prin vile\/ \u0219i-o s\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219ti matale client pe la azile\u201d. De la inocen\u021b\u0103 la desfr\u00e2u, de la bog\u0103\u021bie la ruin\u0103, de la extaz la agonie, cam pe acolo ne poart\u0103 Nicolae Pogonaru \u00een \u201eCartea cu femei\u201d, ca s\u0103 ne pun\u0103 pe g\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n

*Nicolae Pogonaru<\/strong>, \u201eCartea cu femei<\/em>\u201d, Editgraph, Buz\u0103u, 2018<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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