{"id":12979,"date":"2021-01-11T13:42:30","date_gmt":"2021-01-11T10:42:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12979"},"modified":"2021-01-11T13:42:30","modified_gmt":"2021-01-11T10:42:30","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-64-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12979","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 64 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u0218erban GEORGESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

POEME<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stam ghemuit \u00een p\u0103durea arterelor fo\u0219nitoare
\n\u0219i-n noaptea f\u0103r\u0103 de lun\u0103.
\n\u00cen tolb\u0103 am \u0219uruburi din carne uscat\u0103 de veveri\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i hoit de meduz\u0103.
\nLumina g\u00e2f\u00e2ie,
\n\u00eei este din ce \u00een ce mai greu s\u0103 urce muntele.
\nEu ron\u021b\u0103i \u0219uruburi din carne uscat\u0103 de veveri\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i m\u0103 r\u0103coresc cu hoit de meduz\u0103
\na\u0219tept\u00e2nd-o aici,
\n\u00een p\u0103durea arterelor despletite,
\nfo\u0219nitoare…
\nT\u00e2rziu Lumina m\u0103 ajunge.
\n\u00ce\u0219i trage sufletul,
\nM\u0103 atinge,
\n\u0219i-mi \u0219opte\u0219te la frunte:
\n– Teme-te de Om!<\/p>\n

\u0218i r\u00e2d
\ncu r\u00e2sul mor\u021bilor mei.<\/p>\n

*
\nDiminea\u021ba
\ncopii du\u0219i de m\u00e2n\u0103 la \u0219coal\u0103
\nde propriii lor p\u0103rin\u021bi
\nca mieii la altar…
\n\u00cen oglinda retrovizoare
\nSoarele \u00eemi face cu farul
\nvrea s\u0103 m\u0103 dep\u0103\u0219easc\u0103
\nDu-te i-am zis
\ndu-te
\nsunt obosit de tine
\n\u0219i de orbirea Ta
\n\u0219i de sor-ta Luna sunt obosit
\nde plante, de ceruri senine, de case \u021b\u0103r\u0103ne\u0219ti
\nsunt obosit de mare, de parcuri, de trotuare, de p\u0103rin\u021bi…
\nAm aprins luminile de avarie \u0219i i-am zis:
\nDu-te, du-te \u0219i las\u0103-m\u0103
\nDar el nu se ducea.
\nR\u0103m\u00e2nea mereu \u00een urm\u0103,
\nacolo, \u00een oglinda retrovizoare
\norbitoare.<\/p>\n

*
\n\u00cemi sur\u00e2de o femeie,
\ncare \u00een loc de cap are un b\u0103rbat,
\ncare \u00een loc de cap are un cuib de barz\u0103,
\ncare \u00een loc de pui m\u0103 are pe mine …
\n\u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 ceva
\ndar nu aud nimic
\nne asurze\u0219te un elicopter,
\n\u00eencearc\u0103, zadarnic,
\ns\u0103 se desprind\u0103,
\ns\u0103 se ridice la cer,
\ndar \u021bop\u0103ie pe loc
\nca o juc\u0103rie cu arc…
\nun trup de adolescent
\nr\u0103stignit pe elice
\n\u00eel \u021bine pe loc,
\n\u00eel oblig\u0103 s\u0103 urle…<\/p>\n

*
\n\u00cen era asta digital\u0103
\nm\u00e2na maicii domnului miroase altfel
\ndec\u00e2t cea de pe morm\u00e2ntul bunicii mele.
\nMarea de care-mi este mie dor
\neste o mare care pute
\na alge \u00eempu\u021bite
\na pe\u0219ti \u00eempu\u021bi\u021bi
\na nisip \u00eempu\u021bit
\na papuci \u00eempu\u021bi\u021bi.
\nMediterana este doar o farmacie.
\nDe aceea marea mea e neagr\u0103.
\niar burta mi-e plin\u0103 de s\u00e2nge.
\nMi se recomand\u0103 c\u00e2teva rafale de mitralier\u0103,
\ncu linguri\u021ba,
\ndiminea\u021ba,
\npe stomacul gol.
\nAccept.<\/p>\n

*
\nInsomnie cine e\u0219ti tu?
\nAmbrozie acrit\u0103, uitat\u0103 pe masa \u00eensorit\u0103 a zeilor,
\ncrevas\u0103 invadat\u0103 de igrasie
\ndin care \u00een amurg \u021b\u00e2\u0219nesc lilieci \u021biuind,
\nun fel de mam\u0103 a mea url\u00e2nd
\n\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 absoarb\u0103 la loc \u00een uter,
\nunghie \u00eenvine\u021bit\u0103
\nprins\u0103 \u00een u\u0219a tr\u00e2ntit\u0103 de m\u0103tu\u0219i apocaliptice…
\nde ce te ascunzi \u00een umbra aceea
\nde care mi-e dor?<\/p>\n

*
\n\u00centr-o vreme eram posedat.
\nAcum sunt deposedat.
\nAtunci – Tumbele pe care sufletul meu le f\u0103cea c\u00e2nd respirai…
\nAcum – \u00cen loc de cap port pe umeri
\no ma\u0219in\u0103 de sp\u0103lat
\ncu 1000 de rota\u021bii pe minut
\n\u00een care zeii \u00ee\u0219i spal\u0103 pseudo-inocen\u021ba.<\/p>\n

*
\nUn motociclist
\ncare te dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te pe o strad\u0103 goal\u0103
\nnoaptea de septembrie
\n\u0219i lumini\u021ba ro\u0219ie care r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een urma lui
\nca o comet\u0103
\nmagnet pentru ochii t\u0103i \u00eenro\u0219i\u021bi
\nde biciclist tomnatec
\neste doar un motociclist
\ncare te dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te pe o strad\u0103 goal\u0103
\nnoaptea de septembrie
\n\u0219i lumini\u021ba ro\u0219ie care r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een urma lui
\nca o comet\u0103
\nmagnet pentru ochii t\u0103i \u00eenro\u0219i\u021bi
\nde biciclist tomnatec?<\/p>\n

*
\nPrive\u0219te:
\nm\u00e2inile mele sunt ruinele unui delir
\nele sunt ruinele unui seism
\nele sunt ruinele unui taifun
\nele sunt cele care au str\u00e2ns de pe c\u00e2mpul de lupt\u0103
\nm\u00e2inile rupte
\nale tovar\u0103\u0219ilor no\u0219tri de arme
\n\u0219i stelele fixe<\/p>\n

ele sunt cele care te-au Str\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

*
\n\u0218tiu s\u0103 scriu
\nnu \u0219tiu ce scriu
\ndar rimeaz\u0103 cu sicriu.
\n*
\n87 de ma\u0219ini blocate \u00een trafic ne asigur\u0103 respira\u021bia de frumuse\u021be
\nplou\u0103 cu spaime
\norbiri
\nconcesii…
\nLumea \u00een care eu visam s\u0103 devin scriitor nu mai e…
\npovesta\u0219ul are acum un coif \u00een inim\u0103
\nCuvintele au devenit c\u00e2ini
\nToamna, doar un mod elegant de dispari\u021bie…<\/p>\n

*
\nDeodat\u0103 percep fragilitatea c\u0103rnii trupului meu.
\nAceast\u0103 carne \u00eemi apare a fi alc\u0103tuit\u0103 din globuri.
\nGloburi mari, ca cele din pomul de Cr\u0103ciun.
\nAlbe \u0219i ro\u0219ii.
\nFac eforturi disperate, apocaliptice,
\npentru a \u021bine globurile laolalt\u0103.
\nAjuns \u00een pragul exploziei
\ntotul revine la normal.
\nCarnea redevine carne.
\nRespira\u021bia redevine respira\u021bie.
\n\u0218i pricep
\nc\u0103 aceast\u0103 succesiune de evenimente
\nnu a avut loc \u00een Timp.
\nDar \u00een ce a avut totu\u0219i loc
\nnu.<\/p>\n

*
\n\u00cen diminea\u021ba aceea,
\nm\u0103 bucuram de sur\u00e2sul unei femei.
\nDar chiar \u00een timp ce priveam
\nceva din fiin\u021ba ei
\na cr\u0103pat pe nea\u0219teptate,
\n\u0219i urletul negru \u0219i mut al durerii
\na inundat acel sur\u00e2s.
\nO voce str\u0103in\u0103 de noi
\nm-a chemat pe nume.
\nM-am sim\u021bit invitat la dans.
\nAm s\u0103rit \u00een picioare.
\nDe altfel apucasem s\u0103 sting \u0219i \u021bigara…
\nSt\u0103team drept
\nEu \u0219i oasele mele de sticl\u0103.
\nPreg\u0103tit pentru dans.<\/p>\n


\nUrm\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dragoste,
\ntu \u021bur\u021bure care ni te \u00eenfigi \u00een inim\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd nici nu vis\u0103m
\n\u0219i care mai apoi
\nredevii ap\u0103,
\nce s\u0103 facem noi, oamenii
\ncu conul acesta de vid
\npe care \u00eel la\u0219i \u00een urm\u0103?<\/p>\n


\n6.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt demoni care \u00ee\u0219i spal\u0103 m\u00e2inile \u00een mine.
\nM\u0103 deschid \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i bag\u0103 m\u00e2inile \u00een mine,
\nmam\u0103,
\nca \u00eentr-o covat\u0103
\nle r\u0103sucesc acolo bine-bine
\nde mai multe ori
\napoi le ridic\u0103
\n\u0219i le usuc\u0103
\nse r\u0103sucesc pe c\u0103lc\u00e2ie \u0219i se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 a\u0219a,
\nca pentru opera\u021bie,
\ncu m\u00e2inile ridicate,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103car s\u0103-mi arunce o privire.
\nEu nu le v\u0103d niciodat\u0103 chipurile.
\nNu eu sunt pacientul.<\/p>\n


\n11.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen noaptea aceea
\nle-am prins pe toate cele 11 r\u00e2ndunici care-mi zburau prin camer\u0103
\nle-am legat aripele la spate
\nle-am legat la ochi \u0219i la picioare
\n\u0219i le-am \u00eentors cu fa\u021ba la zid.
\nAm f\u0103cut acela\u0219i lucru cu cele 11 mierle
\ncu cele 11 prigorii
\ncu cele 11 lebede albe
\n\u0219i cu cele 11 lebede mov.
\nToate aceste p\u0103s\u0103ri erau mute.
\nCu pu\u021bin timp \u00eenaintea Plec\u0103rii,
\nam prins \u0219i cele 11 girafe \u00eenaripate
\n(care, cu zborul lor zigzagat, \u00eempiedicau argintul lunii s\u0103-mi cad\u0103 lini\u0219tit pe cearceaf),
\nle-am legat \u0219i pe ele la ochi, la aripe, la picioare
\nle-am \u00eentors pe toate cu fa\u021ba la zid
\n\u0219i le-am trimis fiec\u0103reia dintre ele
\nc\u00e2te un s\u0103rut scurt \u0219i ascu\u021bit
\n\u00een ceaf\u0103.<\/p>\n

O moarte sobr\u0103, ca o cheie francez\u0103,
\nprinse a cobor\u00ee \u00eencet peste noi.<\/p>\n


\nSpectru<\/strong><\/p>\n

Una dintre fiin\u021bele mele interioare e o \u021biganc\u0103
\nea are doi ochi
\nun ochi este negru
\ncel\u0103lalt este statuia lui Rembrandt \u00een ploaie
\ndin pricina ploii nimeni nu vede c\u0103 pl\u00e2nge
\n\u021bine \u00een bra\u021be un pui de liliac
\ndescriere: \u021bine pe cap un tomberon vechi de tabl\u0103
\ndescriere: buzele ei sunt ca v\u00e2ntul
\ndescriere: pe fruntea ei bl\u0103noas\u0103 scrie cu litere luminoase:
\n,,Port Royal\u201d<\/p>\n


\nFAPTE CULTURALE<\/strong><\/p>\n

FESTIVALUL INTERNA\u021aIONAL al AFORISMULUI, pentru rom\u00e2nii de pretutindeni<\/strong><\/p>\n

EDI\u021aIA a III-a,TECUCI, 3-4 octombrie 2019
\nOrganizatori: PRIM\u0102RIA TECUCI, FUNDA\u021aIA PELIN, BIBLIOTECA MUNICIPAL\u0102 \u201e\u0218TEFAN PETIC\u0102\u201d
\nCONCUREN\u021aII vor trimite \u00een perioada 1 mai-15 iulie 2019 la adresele:
\nfundatiapelin@yahoo.com; vasghica@gmail.com
\n1)\t-30 de aforisme care s\u0103 se \u00eencadreze, la alegere, \u00een una din cele trei sec\u021biuni: aforisme filosofice, umoristice, paradoxuri;
\n2)\t– comentariul unui aforism celebru (10 r\u00e2nduri).
\n3)\t\u2013adresa po\u0219tal\u0103, telefon, mail.
\nPremian\u021bii vor fi invita\u021bi la Tecuci. Cei care doresc s\u0103 participe la Turnirul afori\u0219tilor vor avea asupra d-lor un set de patru pagini cu c\u00e2te 10 aforisme (altele dec\u00e2t cele trimise pentru concurs).
\nSe vor acorda premii const\u00e2nd \u00een: trofee, diplome, plachete, c\u0103r\u021bi.<\/p>\n

\u00cen program:
\n3 \u2013 X – ora 17,00: Aforismul rom\u00e2nesc actual: opinii, propuneri (dezbatere).
\n4-X – ora 9,30: Deplasare \u00een \u0219coli.
\nora 14,oo: Lansarea volumului: AFORISMES ROUMAINS D’AUJOURD’HUI, coordonator principal Ionu\u021b Caragea;
\nora15,00: Turnirul afori\u0219tilor;
\nora 16,30: Gala premiilor.<\/p>\n

Pre\u0219edinte de Onoare
\nFunda\u021bia Pelin,
\n Eugen Doru Pelin\t\t<\/p>\n

Pre\u0219edinte,
\nProf. univ. C-tin Frosin<\/p>\n

Pre\u0219edinte
\n Festival,
\n V.Ghica<\/p>\n


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

verde-alb\u0103strui<\/strong><\/p>\n

cad \u00een ascultare doar \u00een fa\u021ba caprifoiului:
\nel m\u0103 \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 rostul supravie\u021buirii \u00eentr-o lume
\ncu v\u00e2nt \u0219i frunze t\u00e2r\u00e2\u0219, cu lumina \u00een doze farmaceutice
\n\u0219i r\u0103ni \u00eentinse pe cruci de lemn cu piroane.
\nc\u00e2teodat\u0103 am \u00eentreb\u0103ri, toate retorice, topite
\n\u00eentr-o poezie a celor m\u0103runte \u0219i volatile.
\ntrag verdele-alb\u0103strui ca o masc\u0103 pe fa\u021b\u0103,
\npeste toate ridurile de la r\u00e2s, de la pl\u00e2ns,
\nde la trecerea brusc\u0103 din zori \u00een amurg.
\ncaprifoiul are grij\u0103 de toate pove\u0219tile pe care i le spun,
\nde toate c\u0103derile \u0219i m\u0103ririle din ora\u0219ul orb \u0219i departe, \u00een plumb,
\n\u00eentr-o zare str\u0103in\u0103 \u0219i grea, a statuilor
\n\u00eempodobite cu flori \u0219i grafitti, sub cerul de iunie
\nat\u00e2t de copil\u0103ros, at\u00e2t de b\u0103tr\u00e2n, at\u00e2t de \u00eenalt.<\/p>\n


\nCamelia Manuela SAVA <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Num\u0103r\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

num\u0103r pa\u0219ii
\nce cad greoi
\n\u00eentre mine \u0219i tine
\nzi dup\u0103 zi
\nnum\u0103r anii
\n\u0219i frunzele ce \u021bi-au \u00eenmul\u021bit ochii, buzele, firele de p\u0103r albe
\nnum\u0103r g\u00e2ndurile ce se a\u0219tern surd \u0219i ap\u0103s\u0103tor
\nf\u0103c\u00e2nd c\u0103r\u0103ri \u00eentre bra\u021bele mele \u0219i visele tale
\nnumai secundele
\nnumai anotimpurile
\nmai pot na\u0219te o iubire
\nm\u0103 mai pot na\u0219te din nou
\nnumai str\u0103lucirea unghiilor
\nnumai focul epidermei numai \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rile tale
\nm\u0103 mai pot na\u0219te din nou
\naici o inim\u0103 spune povestea
\nce ascunde s\u00e2ngele verde printre r\u00e2nduri
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-te
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-m\u0103<\/p>\n


\nPoem de sear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

norii fo\u0219neau printre \u00eengerii gr\u0103bi\u021bi
\n\u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103seasc\u0103 un culcu\u0219 cald
\n\u00een seara aceea de sepie
\n\u0219i eu striveam \u00eentre gene ploaia
\nce trecuse prin cercul ei de cea\u021b\u0103 \u2013
\nto\u021bi eram somnambuli
\nscufund\u00e2ndu-ne \u00een valurile nop\u021bii:
\nne iubeam
\nca ni\u0219te mormoloci ce redevin increa\u021bi
\neu \u0219i el<\/p>\n


\nT\u0103ierea capului Sf\u00e2ntului Ioan Botez\u0103torul<\/strong><\/p>\n

to\u021bi priveau exalta\u021bi
\ndansul t\u0103u de femeie unduitoare
\nca pe un \u0219arpe ar fi vrut s\u0103 te striveasc\u0103
\nsau s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi supun\u0103 trupul calin
\n\u00eengrozit de ce ai putea cere \u00een plus
\nIrod bea din s\u00e2ngele Sf\u00e2ntului pahar dup\u0103 pahar
\ntu \u00ee\u021bi urmai chemarea
\n\u0219i \u00eencercai s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi men\u021bii echilibrul
\nprintre at\u00e2tea priviri otr\u0103vitoare – ei \u00eel uciseser\u0103 \u00eenainte
\ns\u0103 ceri tu ceva
\ndansul \u00eei acaparase \u00eei \u00eennebunise cu bra\u021be cu buze cu arome
\nle intrase \u00een ochi
\nle intrase \u00een inim\u0103
\n\u00een timp ce Ioan \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219tepta cuminte verdictul:
\no tipsie \u00eel va primi la s\u00e2nul ei ca o mam\u0103 dup\u0103 ce tu vei fi sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\nmi\u0219c\u0103rile lascive
\na\u0219a \u00eencepe:
\ncu dans\u2026<\/p>\n


\nEu, Salomeea<\/strong><\/p>\n

la apusul acestei zile
\ns\u00e2ngele devenea ghea\u021b\u0103
\neu dansam
\nplimb\u00e2ndu-mi nestingherit\u0103 m\u00e2inile prin p\u0103rul t\u0103u fumuriu
\neu visam
\nc\u0103 valul ne-a cuprins pe am\u00e2ndoi \u0219i ne poart\u0103 spre \u021b\u0103rm
\nmelodia aceea p\u0103g\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u00eemi d\u0103dea noi puteri
\na\u0219ezam iubirea noastr\u0103 pe o tipsie de aur
\ns\u0103 ne judece lumea \u2013 spuneai – numai s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103zneasc\u0103
\natunci felii de timp
\nputeau fi aranjate simetric de o parte \u0219i alta a ferestrei
\nca o ram\u0103 \u00eenvechit\u0103
\n\u00een care nu mai \u00eenc\u0103pea \u0219i z\u00e2mbetul meu<\/p>\n


\nDeclara\u021bie incomplet\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu m\u0103 vezi
\nde\u0219i \u00een fiecare zi
\n\u00ee\u021bi \u00een\u0219ir pe a\u021b\u0103 \u0219oapte
\nnu po\u021bi atinge nimic
\nnici ochi nici buze nici s\u00e2ni\u2013
\nse pornesc vijelii \u00een noapte
\np\u0103s\u0103ri vin s\u0103-\u021bi c\u00e2nte la fereastr\u0103
\nmelodii de departe:
\neu \u00eenc\u0103 te mai iubesc\u2026
\nverde-apus!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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