{"id":13481,"date":"2021-02-07T20:25:06","date_gmt":"2021-02-07T17:25:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13481"},"modified":"2021-02-07T20:25:06","modified_gmt":"2021-02-07T17:25:06","slug":"literadura-nr-4-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13481","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 4 (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Teo Cabel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ziua interna\u021bional\u0103 a poeziei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poezia este o muzic\u0103 a cuvintelor pe care o
\nascul\u021bi sau o sim\u021bi c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti tu cu tine, c\u00e2nd
\nmalurile lumii se pr\u0103bu\u0219esc. Poezia vine
\natunci ca un contrafort, ca o grind\u0103, ca o
\nfloare, ca un astru, ca o ma\u0219in\u0103, un
\nmedicament, \u0219i tot ce face parte din via\u021ba asta
\n\u0219i face sufletul s\u0103 vibreze. Poezia nu este o
\nschem\u0103, nici m\u0103car avangardist\u0103 sau
\nmodernist\u0103, este o stare. Poezia este o u\u0219\u0103 pe
\ncare o deschizi \u0219i o \u00eenchizi c\u00e2nd vrei. Intri,
\nstai c\u00e2t pofte\u0219ti, o fiin\u021bezi c\u00e2t vrei. De ce s-a
\ninstituit \u201eZiua Interna\u021bional\u0103\u201d a poeziei?
\nPentru c\u0103 poezia trebuie s\u0103 fie o stare
\nmondial\u0103, nu un curent, nu un orgoliu. Poezia
\neste arhitectur\u0103, de limbaj, de concep\u021bie, de
\nviziune. Poezia este podul pe care p\u0103\u0219e\u0219te o
\nvibra\u021bie, din America \u00een Europa, din Europa
\n\u00een Asia, din Africa \u00een Australia, din \u021aara de
\nfoc \u00een Groenlanda. Poezia este o lum\u00e2nare
\ncare arde nestins\u0103, dar lumineaz\u0103 doar c\u00e2nd
\nai nevoie. Dac\u0103 nu te ui\u021bi la ea nu o vezi, dac\u0103
\nnu pui m\u00e2na nu te arde. Poezia trebuie s\u0103 o
\ncite\u0219ti. Ce este poezia? Cu c\u00e2t trece timpul
\nr\u0103spunsul devine mai anevoios, pentru c\u0103
\nanevoios devine drumul omului c\u0103tre el.
\nOmul se dep\u0103rteaz\u0103 de starea lui spiritual\u0103,
\ndar strig\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eei e foame… de via\u021b\u0103. Omul vrea,
\ndar nu \u0219tie ce vrea, pentru c\u0103 este cu un ochi
\nla sl\u0103nin\u0103 \u0219i unul la f\u0103in\u0103… ei, vede\u021bi? Unde e
\npoezia? Este! Dincolo de ignoran\u021b\u0103 \u0219i formule
\n\u0219i preten\u021bii, poezia este \u00een bibliotec\u0103, a
\noric\u0103rei na\u021bii, \u0219i trece dincolo, de la o na\u021bie la
\nalta. Vrei s\u0103 \u0219tii, cite\u0219ti, nu strigi \u00een gura mare
\nc\u0103 poezia nu se mai cite\u0219te, c\u0103 este \u00eenvechit\u0103.
\nOare ce v\u00e2rst\u0103 are omenirea ? Ce este nou cu
\nadev\u0103rat de la glacia\u021biuni, de la foc, de la
\nv\u00e2n\u0103toare, de la cuceriri? Omenirea se \u00eenv\u00e2rte
\n\u00een jurul poeziei ca \u00een jurul filosofiei de mii de
\nani. Mereu se vrea altceva! Este normal! Dar
\naltceva de ce s\u0103 nege alte altceva-uri? Ingrat
\neste omul! Poezia este deasupra tuturor. Dac\u0103
\nl-am citit pe Labi\u0219, Ana Blandiana, Eta
\nBoeriu, Daniel Turcea, Ion Gheorghe, Vasile
\nVoiculescu, am cunoscut o parte din poezie.
\nDac\u0103 \u00eel citesc pe Whitman, Poe, Rilke mi-am
\nredimensionat sfera poeziei. 21 martie ziua
\npoeziei. Interna\u021bional\u0103! De la Byron la
\nPessoa! De la Baudelaire, la Arghezi; De la
\nC\u0103rt\u0103rescu la Cummings, de la Poe la
\nEminescu… nu este o frontier\u0103 aici. Aici sunt
\ndoar piese din puzzle-ul poeziei. Fiecare \u00eel
\ncompleteaz\u0103 cu ce lectureaz\u0103, cu ce
\nrezoneaz\u0103. Nu cite\u0219ti poezie? Nu este un cap\u0103t
\nde lume. Dar dac\u0103 ai mereu \u00eentreb\u0103ri, f\u0103r\u0103
\nr\u0103spuns, poate nu \u0219tii c\u0103 sunt \u00eentreb\u0103ri, dar
\nsim\u021bi c\u0103 ceva te mistuie, dac\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi ignori
\npropriile sentimente pentru c\u0103 nu \u0219tii ce s\u0103
\nfaci cu ele, e timpul s\u0103 te reg\u0103se\u0219ti \u00een poezie.
\nPoezia nu \u00ee\u021bi bag\u0103 bani \u00een buzunar, ci \u00ee\u021bi
\n\u00eenflore\u0219te o creang\u0103 de cire\u0219, c\u00e2nd \u00een tine este
\nun vifor, \u00ee\u021bi doine\u0219te limpezind haosul din
\nvorbe goale, a\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-le \u00eentr-o ordine. O
\nordine a rezonan\u021bei, o ordine a reor\u00e2nduirii
\nsensurilor, dincolo de banalitate.
\nAcest num\u0103r al revistei este \u00een special dedicat
\npoeziei. Cu aceast\u0103 ocazie public\u0103m texte
\nprimite pentru rubrica debut de la tineri de
\ndiferite v\u00e2rste: elevi, studen\u021bi \u0219i aspiran\u021bi
\nmajori.
\n\"\"


\nNichita DANILOV<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00censerare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum se \u00eentoarce pas\u0103rea
\nde pe meleaguri str\u0103ine
\ncl\u0103dindu-\u015fi din paie \u015fi lut
\nun nou cuib sub strea\u015fina veche a Casei,
\na\u015fa se \u00eentoarce
\nlumina ta \u00een mine, Doamne!<\/p>\n

\u015ei nu mai v\u0103d \u00een jur
\ndec\u00eet pace \u015fi bucurie.<\/p>\n

…Acolo unde ieri
\nera \u00eentuneric \u015fi \u00eentristare
\nazi r\u0103sun\u0103 un dulce c\u00eentec de pas\u0103re.
\nDe ce m\u0103 r\u0103sfe\u0163i
\ncu lumina ta, Doamne?<\/p>\n


\nVulturii orbi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pas\u0103rea a cobor\u00eet de trei ori din cer,
\na fost un vultur. S-a a\u015fezat
\npe cre\u015ftetul lui de fier,
\npe um\u0103rul lui de fier.
\nPe m\u00eena sa dreapt\u0103.<\/p>\n

A spus: \u201eVei domni peste
\nacest \u0163inut nesf\u00eer\u015fit,
\npeste aceast\u0103 \u0163ar\u0103 \u00eentins\u0103.
\nBra\u0163ul \u00ee\u0163i va fi de fier,
\nvoin\u0163a \u00ee\u0163i va fi de fier,
\nLegile drepte.\u201c<\/p>\n

A domnit \u00een gol,
\nsub un cer gol,
\n\u00eentr-o sal\u0103 goal\u0103,
\npeste un \u0163inut sterp,
\npeste o \u0163ar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 supu\u015fi.
\nBra\u0163ul \u00eei era de fier.
\nVoin\u0163a lui, de fier.
\nLegile aspre.<\/p>\n

Apoi au venit alte p\u0103s\u0103ri,
\no groaz\u0103 de p\u0103s\u0103ri. Erau tot vulturi.
\n\u00cent\u00eei i-au ciugulit ochii,
\napoi l-au \u00een\u0103l\u0163at la cer.<\/p>\n

A domnit orb, \u00eentr-o \u0163ar\u0103 oarb\u0103,
\n\u00eentr-un timp orb \u015fi ve\u015fnic.
\nBra\u0163ul \u00eei era de fier.
\nLegile aspre, voin\u0163a lui \u2013 neclintit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cerul a r\u0103mas gol,
\nsala a r\u0103mas goal\u0103,
\n\u0163ara \u00een continuare pustie,
\np\u0103m\u00eentul \u00een continuare sterp.<\/p>\n

Doar bra\u0163ul de fier
\na c\u0103zut peste p\u0103m\u00eentul st\u00eencos,
\nscrijelind \u00een piatr\u0103
\naceste cuvinte:<\/p>\n

\u201eAm domnit \u00eentr-o \u0163ar\u0103 inexistent\u0103,
\n\u00eentr-un timp inexistent,
\npeste ni\u015fte supu\u015fi inexisten\u0163i.
\nVoin\u0163a mea a fost dreapt\u0103,
\nlegile mele au fost drepte.
\nBra\u0163ul de fier, ochiul ne\u00eendur\u0103tor.
\nNumele meu a fost De\u015fert.
\nLegea mea: Z\u0103d\u0103rnicie.
\nTimpul meu se va \u00eentoare.\u201d<\/p>\n


\nCu\u015fti de aur<\/strong><\/p>\n

Seara voi \u00eenjunghia R\u00eeul,
\nca pe o piele de cal \u00eel voi \u00eentinde \u00een pod.
\nPe aceste p\u0103s\u0103ri fl\u0103m\u00eende
\n\u015fi pe ace\u015fti c\u00eeini h\u0103mesi\u0163i
\ncu m\u0103runtaie aburite de frig \u00eei voi hr\u0103ni.<\/p>\n

Pe\u015ftii ce se zbat \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103,
\ncu solzi de aur \u015fi suli\u0163e-n gur\u0103,
\nnu s\u00eent chiar pe\u015fti: \u00een zale de aur,
\nau venit cavaleri m\u00eendri,
\nprin frig au str\u0103b\u0103tut, pe cai albi,
\n\u0163inuturi \u00eentinse, ora\u015fe bogate;
\n\u00een urma lor numai praf, numai scrum au l\u0103sat
\n\u015fi apoi cu tot cu cai,
\ncu tot grosul armatei,
\ncu tot cu tobe, cu tot cu tunuri \u015fi flamuri
\nau intrat sun\u00eend din goarn\u0103 \u00een R\u00eeu \u015fi n-au mai
\nie\u015fit…<\/p>\n

… Voi at\u00eerna de nori apa,
\nde cer, seara, \u00een cuie
\nca pe o piele de cal
\nr\u00eeul \u00eel voi \u00eentinde \u015fi-l voi l\u0103sa s\u0103 se zv\u00eente \u00een
\nv\u00eent.<\/p>\n

Cei care tac \u00ee\u015fi merit\u0103 soarta, spun.
\n\u00cen marile ora\u015fe, femeile
\nau pene de vultur pe cap
\n\u015fi ochi de linx \u00een cap.
\nOu\u0103 de vultur clocesc,
\n\u00een timp ce b\u0103rba\u0163ii se \u00eenv\u00eert prin buc\u0103t\u0103rii,
\nspal\u0103 vase \u015fi cur\u0103\u0163\u0103 pe\u015fti.<\/p>\n

\u00cen cu\u015fti de aur voi \u00eenchide m\u00eeini
\n\u015fi le voi pune s\u0103 c\u00eente la harf\u0103.
\n\u00cen cu\u015fti de aur voi \u00eenchide
\nm\u00eeini \u015fi g\u00eetlejuri \u015fi le voi pune
\ns\u0103 c\u00eente c\u00eentece vechi
\n\u00eentr-o limb\u0103 nemaiauzit\u0103 la u\u015fi.
\n\"\"


\nManuela Camelia SAVA<\/strong><\/p>\n

PEISAGISTIC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eentre case domnea t\u0103cerea
\npe acoperi\u0219urile fumurii
\nne \u021bineau de cald pisicile t\u0103rcate
\npa\u0219ii mei se \u00eendreptau \u00eenspre meduzele
\nbra\u021belor tale
\nmereu
\nstr\u0103zile ora\u0219ului te desenau cum e\u0219ti \u2013
\n\u00eenalt \u0219i sub\u021biratic
\nav\u00e2nd r\u0103d\u0103cinile copacilor \u00eenfipte ad\u00e2nc \u00een
\ngene
\nochii mei te reg\u0103seau \u00een \u021bara
\naflat\u0103 spre nordul secundelor
\nvirai \u00een intersec\u021bie cu privirea \u00eentoars\u0103 spre
\nmine
\nparcul \u00ee\u021bi z\u00e2mbea \u0219tirb –
\nca un personaj complice
\nla aceast\u0103 poveste de iubire nou\u0103
\nte priveam \u00een oglinda retrovizoare
\n\u00ee\u021bi sorbeam silabele \u00eencovoiate
\ns\u0103rut m\u00e2na suna dulce, r\u0103t\u0103cindu-se printre
\nneuronii mei
\n\u00eembiba\u021bi de cafea f\u0103r\u0103 zah\u0103r…
\nstrada ne cuprindea adormit\u0103: eu tu sau lumea
\n\u00eentreag\u0103
\n\u0219tiu c\u0103 numai tu po\u021bi s\u0103-mi spui
\nat\u00e2t de ap\u0103sat
\ns\u0103rut m\u00e2na
\np\u0103ream femeia aceea care a p\u0103c\u0103tuit de la
\n\u00eenceputul lumii \u2013
\noare cum se numea?
\nte aud cum \u0219opteai
\ncoment\u00e2nd c\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103
\ne ziua c\u00e2nd \u021bi-o petreci cu mine \u00een g\u00e2nd
\nhoin\u0103ream \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00een visul acela verde
\nce se \u00eentindea p\u00e2n\u0103 la marginea ora\u0219ului
\nRise and shine<\/p>\n


\nLumini\u021ba AMARIE<\/strong>
\n\"\"

***
\ncad flori pe trupul meu
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n curat\u0103 goal\u0103 ca fiorul
\ndin spinii de pe umeri
\n\u00eenmuguresc aripile
\n\u00eengerilor mei
\nprunci alunga\u021bi din lag\u0103rul de carne al
\nmamelor furate libert\u0103\u021bii
\n\u00eemi acoper\u0103 vintrele o lum\u00e2nare
\nun tremurat al apei \u00eemi este sufletul
\n\u00een mine cre\u0219te cerul
\ndeschid ochii
\nverzi de singur\u0103tate<\/p>\n

cad flori \u00een trupul meu
\nde p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

merg pe ruguri
\nsunt cum pl\u00e2ng<\/p>\n

***
\nce s\u0103 faci cu emo\u021biile
\nc\u00e2nd se adun\u0103 \u00een tine
\nle sim\u021bi cum \u00ee\u021bi comprim\u0103
\ns\u00e2ngele \u0219i pielea
\nlumina ochilor \u0219i cuvintele
\nc\u00e2nd formeaz\u0103 \u00een corp
\nfurioase noduri de z\u0103pad\u0103
\nsc\u00e2ncete electrice \u0219i gesturi
\npe care nu le po\u021bi controla
\nce s\u0103 faci cu aceste bucurii
\nnea\u0219teptate \u0219i \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103toare
\ncruci simple \u00een palme
\nce s\u0103 faci cu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile
\n\u00een care \u021bi se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 s\u0103 locuie\u0219ti
\neventual nu le spui nim\u0103nui
\n\u0219i peste vremi scrii un poem
\nscurt.
\ncu Totdeauna la final.<\/p>\n

***
\nca un dinte de piatr\u0103
\ndurerea cre\u0219te \u00een t\u00e2mple<\/p>\n

moarte de lapte
\npielea mea
\nflori de rid
\ntremur odat\u0103 cu inima
\nsomnul fuge de mine
\nca unei vie\u021bi
\nc\u0103reia f\u0103r\u0103 drept
\nm\u0103 dau
\ne trupul meu \u00een m\u00e2inile tale
\nde cenu\u0219\u0103<\/p>\n

***
\naerul precum o lance de ghea\u021b\u0103
\n\u00eei str\u0103b\u0103tu pieptul ridic\u00e2nd-o ferestrei
\nera alb\u0103, pielea neatins\u0103 dec\u00e2t de aburul nop\u021bii
\nasemenea laptelui neprih\u0103ni\u021bilor
\nmun\u021bii se ridicau \u00een ochii ei
\nsalbe de l\u00e2ni\u021b\u0103 la g\u00e2tul mieilor de Mai
\nera o iarn\u0103 a luminii
\no lumin\u0103 a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii
\nnimic nu o mai putea atinge
\nprin vitralii lumina \u00eei cuprindea chipul
\nne\u00eentin\u00e2nd lumina rug\u0103ciunii
\ngoal\u0103
\nsc\u0103ldat\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge
\ncarnea ei lumina zidurile absen\u021bei<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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