{"id":13790,"date":"2021-02-27T22:10:34","date_gmt":"2021-02-27T19:10:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13790"},"modified":"2021-03-18T10:55:54","modified_gmt":"2021-03-18T07:55:54","slug":"literadura-nr-2-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13790","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 1 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

MARIN IFRIM<\/strong><\/p>\n

POEMELE BELIGERAN\u021aEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din pleoape<\/strong><\/p>\n

cum se sub\u021biaz\u0103 p\u00e2nza ochilor
\npeste lungi pete de lumin\u0103
\nanihil\u00e2nd c\u0103ldura \u0219i frigul
\ndintr-un prezent doar \u00eenchipuit
\npeste chei
\nun inel \u021bine g\u00e2ndurile la un loc
\niar mersul
\nnu e dec\u00e2t locul mort mereu p\u0103r\u0103sit din
\npleoapele orbului<\/p>\n


\nMiraj opac<\/strong><\/p>\n

o scar\u0103 cu straturi de \u00eentuneric
\nrezemat de t\u0103lpi sufocante
\ncufundarea \u00een punct e doar
\n\u00eenchipuirea peretelui de aer
\nfeliat peste jocuri uitate
\nlevit\u00e2nd ostoiala ubicu\u0103 a unor semin\u021be
\naduse de v\u00e2nt din g\u00e2nduri str\u0103ine<\/p>\n


\nElemente<\/strong><\/p>\n

valuri cu miez de nisip
\ncad din v\u00e2rful fiin\u021bei
\n\u00een g\u00e2nd
\nsurferii tresar
\npeste entorse de plastilin\u0103
\n\u00een cimitirul marin al vie\u021bii dintotdeauna
\napa din ap\u0103 cu ap\u0103
\n\u00eennoad\u0103 la galere elementele ei<\/p>\n


\nLaten\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

intr\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd \u0219i viermuie\u0219te
\n\u00eentotdeauna se va g\u0103si cineva
\ncare s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 aceste cuvinte
\nmai bine dec\u00e2t au fost scrise
\nSub cruce
\ntot aerul e o umbr\u0103 cu inim\u0103
\no mam\u0103 al\u0103pteaz\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri
\ntot mai \u00eencet
\ndin timp \u00een timp
\ndin eternitate \u00een eternitate
\nsub cruce<\/p>\n


\nDup\u0103 manual<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nt\u0103rind vocea celui cu gura plin\u0103
\nfariseul cu v\u00e2rful degetelor \u00een gur\u0103
\npe r\u00e2nd pe limba-i clap\u0103 de pian
\naceea\u0219i de\u0219ert\u0103ciune etern\u0103
\npeste auzul de piatr\u0103
\nal unor fiin\u021be abia tremurate
\nmurmurul unui sf\u00e2r\u0219it de lume
\ndup\u0103 manual<\/p>\n


\nBoem\u0103 cu bul\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

la \u0219pri\u021b de var\u0103
\ncu cei care duc crucile altora
\nacademicieni ai cimitirelor
\nturn\u00e2ndu-l pe soldatul Bul\u0103
\nla plutonierul major
\n\u00een acordul unei fanfare
\nfunebre
\ndirect \u00een halba de brad rindeluit:
\n\u201ddin p\u0103m\u00e2nt a venit…\u201d<\/p>\n


\nAcum scriu:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi trag sufletul
\nam g\u0103sit reversul muncii silnice
\nDumnezeu are cas\u0103 de vacan\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00een sufletul meu
\nc\u00e2nd eu muncesc
\nEl se odihne\u0219te: acum scriu…<\/p>\n


\nCORNELIA IONESCU CIURUMELEA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poemul s\u00e2nge (fragment)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Volumul ,,geometrie de fric\u0103\u2019\u2019 (\u00een preg\u0103tire)<\/em><\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngele t\u0103u m\u0103 va \u00eencol\u021bi \u00eentr-o zi din a
\nt\u00e2mplelor cicatrice de zbor\u2026
\nBuzele tale\u2026 f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni s\u0103pate \u00een alabastru\u2026
\nrev\u0103rsare m\u0103noas\u0103\u2026 \u00eemi vor curge pe
\ncoaps\u0103\u2026
\nRana t\u00e2mplelor va s\u00e2ngera numai cer
\npeste litera trupului meu \u00eenmugurit\u0103 dintr-un
\nalbastru\u2026
\n\u2026
\nAm foame de-o revolt\u0103 sublim\u0103\u2026 de rostire
\nrotund\u0103\u2026
\nDe fo\u0219netul orbitelor crude peste oceane de
\nfluturi\u2026
\nCuvintele sunt st\u0103p\u00e2nele mele\u2026
\nVlaga-mi de trup le-o dau\u2026 toat\u0103\u2026 os\u00e2nd\u0103\u2026
\nvisare\u2026
\nM\u0103 supun lor \u00eentr-o spumoas\u0103\u2026 ad\u00e2nc\u0103\u2026
\nspovedanie\u2026
\n\u2026
\nCitit cu degetele tale\u2026 n\u0103v\u0103litoare\u2026
\nisterice\u2026 mute\u2026
\ncuv\u00e2ntul mi-e rece\u2026verbul mi-e orb\u2026
\npoemul se curm\u0103\u2026
\ndoar\u2026lichenii buzelor \u021bi-l memoreaz\u0103 \u00een
\nz\u0103pad\u0103 nocturn\u0103\u2026
\nMetafizica trupului t\u0103u mi-e scrijelit\u0103 \u00een litera
\nmoart\u0103\u2026
\ncu pr\u0103p\u0103d de otr\u0103vuri se vars\u0103 peste candela-mi
\nalb\u0103\u2026
\nS\u0103lbatic\u2026iubite\u2026tr\u0103iesc solsti\u021biul de s\u00e2nge
\nal orei din care vii\u2026
\nIstovitoare\u2026 iubite\u2026 \u00eentoarcerea \u00een colivii\u2026
\n\u2026
\nAm lac\u0103t la \u00eencheietura poemului\u2026 am la\u021b de
\nnoroaie\u2026
\nputeam s\u0103 dor \u0219i altfel\u2026 iubite\u2026
\ns\u0103 fiu lemnul viorii\u2026 c\u0103lug\u0103r\u2026 sau ploaie\u2026
\nPuteam st\u00e2rni o furtun\u0103 magnetic\u0103 prin
\ns\u00e2ngele t\u0103u\u2026
\ns\u0103-l fac s\u0103 urle\u2026 s\u0103 mi se d\u0103ruie\u2026 iar\u0103\u2026 \u0219i
\niar\u0103\u2026
\ns\u0103-mi fie tiparni\u021b\u0103\u2026 revolt\u0103\u2026 ascunz\u0103toare\u2026
\ns\u0103-mi potoleasc\u0103 ner\u0103bdarea crud\u0103 din umila
\ncerneal\u0103\u2026
\ns\u0103 fie \u00eenger\u2026 s\u0103 fie fiar\u0103…
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 slujeasc\u0103\u2026 ieder\u0103 s\u0103lbatic\u0103 urc\u00e2ndu-mi
\n\u00een trup\u2026
\ns\u0103-mi \u00eenfloreasc\u0103 spinii uscatului vers\u2026
\nAm lac\u0103t la \u00eencheietura poemului\u2026 iubite\u2026
\n\u00eenv\u0103\u021b alchimia astral\u0103 de univers\u2026
\n\u2026.
\nAm un crater \u00een piept\u2026 acea clip\u0103 primitiv\u0103
\n\u00een care oasele-mi erau nisipuri \u0219i fr\u0103m\u00e2ntare
\n\u2026
\nerau c\u0103r\u0103mizi de poem\u2026
\nerau o silab\u0103 de Ana\u2026 jertfit\u0103\u2026 curat\u0103\u2026
\npe fresca trupului t\u0103u\u2026 isc\u0103lit\u0103 cu
\nlacrimi\u2026 mereu repictat\u0103\u2026
\nOasele mele\u2026 temni\u021b\u0103 a cuvintelor\u2026 inundat\u0103
\nde-o haotic\u0103 ploaie\u2026
\nerau r\u0103d\u0103cin\u0103 de foc\u2026 spini \u00eenfip\u021bi \u00een a
\nstelelor carne\u2026
\n*
\nStai la p\u00e2nd\u0103 timpule\u2026 v\u00e2nezi sloiuri polare
\nprin neast\u00e2mp\u0103rul s\u00e2ngelui meu\u2026
\nDar\u2026 cuv\u00e2ntul e \u00eenc\u0103 liber\u2026 caut\u0103
\naer\u2026urc\u0103\u2026 respir\u0103 prin capilare\u2026
\nCulori erodate se isc\u0103lesc pe coapsa-mi\u2026
\nr\u0103puse de-o atroce durere\u2026
\nEu\u2026m\u0103 descal\u021b de ele\u2026 m\u0103 \u00eentind \u00een
\nninsoare\u2026
\nlas poemul prad\u0103\u2026 pictorului din mintea
\nmea\u2026
\n\u2026 \u00centrupat\u0103 \u00een pas\u0103re\u2026 \u00eentr-o
\neuforic\u0103
\nr\u0103stignire pe o cruce imaginar\u0103\u2026
\ncaut oceanul de s\u00e2nge\u2026 ce m\u0103 spal\u0103 de tot \u0219i
\nde toate\u2026
\nBeau o \u00eenghi\u021bitur\u0103 din otrava \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103rii\u2026 pe
\nner\u0103suflate\u2026
\ndin pocalul regesc al semin\u021bei tale de os\u2026
\n\u0218tiu\u2026tu cau\u021bi \u00een mine\u2026 gr\u00e2ul din piramida lui
\nKheops!\u2026
\nCaut\u2026 te caut\u2026 m\u0103 caut\u2026 \u00eenv\u0103luit\u0103 mereu \u00een
\nvisare\u2026
\n\u00cen durerea rostirii\u2026 epiderma mea c\u00e2nt\u0103\u2026
\nautoincendiat\u0103 cerneal\u0103\u2026
\nCenu\u0219a mi-o mutilez\u2026 o eviscerez de poem\u2026
\nde t\u0103ceri musonice\u2026 de conjug\u0103ri tropicale\u2026
\nCaut\u2026 te caut\u2026 m\u0103 caut\u2026 \u0219i cr\u00e2mpeie de
\ntine\u2026 cad meteori\u021bi\u2026<\/p>\n


\nNICOLAE BRATU<\/strong><\/p>\n

(din vol. \u00een preg\u0103tire Rondelul de noapte)<\/em><\/p>\n

Rondelul parcului pustiu<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103-ntrebi de-s trist? Ei bine, nu!\u201d
\n\u00cemi spuse parcul gol, \u00een ploaie,
\n\u201dDoar pentru melancolici nud,
\nAbia acum, f\u0103r\u0103 gunoaie<\/p>\n

Simt c\u0103 renasc \u0219i pot s\u0103 nu
\nSuport dec\u00e2t triluri vioaie.
\nMai zici c\u0103-s trist? Ei bine, nu.\u201d
\n\u00cemi zise parcul gol, \u00een ploaie<\/p>\n

\u0218i m-am retras zic\u00e2nd s\u0103 nu
\n\u00cei tulbur lini\u0219tea. \u0218iroaie
\n\u00cel f\u0103ceau viu, senin cum nu
\nA fost nicic\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 de ploaie.
\nS\u0103-ntreb de-i trist? Ei bine, nu…<\/p>\n


\nRondelul ploii<\/strong>
\n20 aug 2015<\/em><\/p>\n

Ora\u0219u-i pustiu \u0219i doar vis\u0103torii
\nAud cum c\u00e2nt\u0103 pe-o singur\u0103 strun\u0103
\nPloaia ce-a \u0219ters din tablou trec\u0103torii,
\nTurn\u00e2nd abundent culoare comun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Casele c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een ritmul viorii,
\nPicuri de gri monoton se adun\u0103;
\nOra\u0219u-i pustiu \u0219i doar vis\u0103torii
\nAud cum ploaia le c\u00e2nt\u0103 pe-o strun\u0103.<\/p>\n

E p\u00e2nz\u0103 gri \u00eentrist\u00e2nd privitorii?
\nCoard\u0103 din care triste\u021bea r\u0103sun\u0103?
\n\u00cen ploaie apar \u0219i dispar, iluzorii,
\nRegrete de-o clip\u0103, visare nebun\u0103…
\nOra\u0219u-i pustiu, \u0219tiu doar vis\u0103torii…<\/p>\n


\nRondel… livresc<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din carte \u00een carte m\u0103 poart\u0103 nebuna
\n\u0218i ve\u0219nic aprins\u0103 setea-mi de tine,
\nCuv\u00e2nt rostuit \u0219i t\u0103ios cum e luna
\n\u00cen raza-i de-argint, cea trimis\u0103 s-aline<\/p>\n

\u0218i singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi, \u0219i-ntreb\u0103ri. Mi-e totuna
\nDe st\u0103rui aici sau acolo, \u0219tii bine:
\nDin carte \u00een carte m\u0103 poart\u0103 nebuna
\n\u0218i ve\u0219nic aprins\u0103 setea-mi de tine.<\/p>\n

Din tomuri compun delicat\u0103 cununa
\n\u0218i scot \u021bepi ascun\u0219i \u00een urzeli bizantine,
\n\u0218i vorbele toate \u00eemi par numai una.
\nPribeag sunt, av\u00e2ndu-te-n suflet pe tine:
\n\u00cen fiece carte e setea, nebuna….<\/p>\n


\nFR\u0102\u021aIL\u0102 GENOVEL FLORENTIN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n

calde adieri \u2013
\norbul pip\u0103ind atent
\nmugurii pe ram<\/p>\n

moara-n ruin\u0103 \u2013
\ntimpul m\u0103cin\u00e2nd
\nvechile ziduri<\/p>\n

sunet de t\u0103l\u0103ngi \u2013
\nse destram\u0103 alene
\nvalul de cea\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

eclipsa lunii \u2013
\nrochi\u021ba \u00eenstelat\u0103
\nz\u0103c\u00e2nd pe podea<\/p>\n

tril de cioc\u00e2rlii \u2013
\npetalele macilor
\n\u00een rezonan\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n


\nPETRONELA COMAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

F\u00e2\u0219ie de g\u00e2nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am \u00eent\u00e2lnit un om.
\nAvea a\u0219a ochi frumo\u0219i, \u00eenc\u00e2t toat\u0103 m\u0103re\u021bia
\nm\u0103rii s\u0103l\u0103\u0219luia \u00een ei.
\nEra timid \u0219i st\u0103tea pe b\u0103ncu\u021b\u0103, r\u0103sfoind o carte
\nde Cioran \u0219i din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, privea mirat la
\ntrec\u0103tori.
\nN-am \u00eendr\u0103znit a m\u0103 adresa, de\u0219i curiozitatea
\n\u0219i atrac\u021bia pentru scriitor, erau destul de
\ntentante.
\nM-am l\u0103sat \u00een boarea v\u00e2ntului \u0219i din c\u00e2nd \u00een
\nc\u00e2nd \u00eel mai priveam.
\nEra tot acolo, t\u0103cut, nemi\u0219cat, cufundat \u00een
\npaginile acelei c\u0103r\u021bi vechi. M-am g\u00e2ndit
\natunci la lini\u0219te.
\nDe mult timp \u00een ora\u0219ul pr\u0103fuit nu se mai
\nf\u0103cuse loc pentru sunetul dulce al p\u0103s\u0103relelor
\npitite printre frunzele teilor.
\nEram eu, b\u0103ncu\u021ba scorojit\u0103, pomii \u0219i omul.
\nPrivindu-l, \u00eemi reaminteam mi\u0219carea ierbii.
\n\u00cemi deschise cumva cuf\u0103rul unor amintiri
\nuitate \u00eentr-un col\u021b de suflet.
\nCasa mea \u00ee\u0219i ducea menirea pe ultimul loc al
\nuli\u021bei, pe partea st\u00e2ng\u0103 cum intrai pe ea.
\nAl\u0103turi erau dou\u0103 locuri \u00eembr\u0103cate de lucerna
\n\u00een floare.
\nCopil fiind, erau nenum\u0103rate d\u0103\u021bile c\u00e2nd jocul
\npreferat era \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area lucernei.
\nM\u0103 tol\u0103neam acolo \u0219i priveam seninul cerului,
\ncuprins\u0103 doar de bucuria \u0219i lini\u0219tea anilor
\npu\u021bini \u0219i ne\u00eentina\u021bi. Nu \u0219tiam prea multe.
\nPrivilegiul era s\u0103 dau inimii c\u00e2t mai multe
\nz\u00e2mbete \u0219i respira\u021bii dulci. Nicidecum nu
\n\u0219tiam c\u0103 peste timp, voi lua din ele, pentru a
\ntrece printre norii cenu\u0219ii ai vie\u021bii.
\nZiua era at\u00e2t de lung\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t nu cuno\u0219team c\u0103
\ntimpul are ceas.
\nNu mai \u0219tiu ce g\u00e2nduri \u021bop\u0103iau atunci prin
\nminte, dac\u0103 eram sau nu alt copil al acestei
\nlumi. Vedeam doar de soare, de o lume
\nnep\u0103tat\u0103, de temele pe care le aveam de
\nterminat pentru ziua urm\u0103toare, de mirosul de
\npr\u0103jituri pe care mama le f\u0103cea de fiecare dat\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd ocazia \u00eei era prielnic\u0103.
\nEra ceva \u00een aerul pe care \u00eel respiram atunci.
\nLipsea r\u0103utatea, lipseau grijile, lacrimile \u0219i
\ndorul cuib\u0103rit \u00een\u0103untrul meu de-a lungul at\u00e2tor
\nani.
\nAcum privind la atunci, m\u0103 v\u0103d un om mare,
\nunul prins \u00eentr-o societate legat\u0103 \u00eentr-un sac al
\nmediocrit\u0103\u021bii.
\nAm facturi de pl\u0103tit, chirie, datorii, un timp
\noferit cu voie \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 glas unei slujbe.
\nSunt griji, amintiri reci, doruri multe,
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri \u00eendelung c\u0103utate.
\nNu mai e timp s\u0103 iubesc cum pot s\u0103 iubesc, s\u0103
\nscriu la orice ceas din zi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 strecor c\u00e2te o
\npropozi\u021bie \u00een pauza de cafea a colegilor.
\nCumva r\u0103t\u0103cesc \u00eentr-un cerc. E cel al cotidianului.
\nE cel al lumii f\u0103r\u0103 omenie, din care,
\nvr\u00e2nd nevr\u00e2nd fac parte.
\nCum pot eu, un om mic \u0219i muritor s\u0103 strecor o
\nlume a d\u0103ruirii, c\u0103ldurii, atingerilor calme,
\nprintre at\u00e2tea mormane de beton cu suflare de
\nvia\u021b\u0103?
\nSunt a\u0219a mic\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba unei lumi at\u00e2t de mari.
\nPort cu mine doar sufletul, cel ce duce la
\nr\u00e2ndu-i at\u00e2tea amintiri \u0219i bucurii str\u00e2nse din
\ncopil\u0103rie, nep\u0103tate, num\u0103rate,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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