{"id":14088,"date":"2021-03-22T09:55:04","date_gmt":"2021-03-22T06:55:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14088"},"modified":"2021-03-22T09:55:04","modified_gmt":"2021-03-22T06:55:04","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-60-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14088","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 60 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

CENACLUL \u201eLira21\u201d<\/strong>
\n(continuare)<\/em><\/p>\n

Ioan BERGHIAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Universitatea de Vest Timi\u0219oara, locuie\u0219te \u00een Deva. Administrator fondator al Lirei 21, a publicat volumul de debut La ArtBook, \u00een 2012, cu titlul Mireasm\u0103 de verbin\u0103. Are \u00een preg\u0103tire un al doilea volum de poezie. <\/p>\n

Osim Haim<\/strong><\/p>\n

…m-am \u00eentors din drum
\ndar continuu
\ndin drum m-am \u00eentors
\nf\u0103r\u0103 ceva l\u0103sat \u00een drum
\ncontinuu
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc f\u0103r\u0103 drum
\nf\u0103r\u0103 ceva l\u0103sat dar
\ncontinuu ceva \u00eentors
\n\u00een drum l\u0103sat
\nf\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentors
\ncontinuu…<\/p>\n


\nSecunda poveste<\/strong><\/p>\n

O perl\u0103 de rou\u0103
\npe marginea unei frunze,
\nlunec\u00e2nd \u00eenaltul acestui copac dojenit…
\nUn paj de soare,
\nprintre crengi alerg\u00e2nd,
\nap\u0103ru din zenit
\nispitit s\u0103 o fure,
\nla piept s-o ascund\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 de veste, orbitoare,
\nminunea aprinse \u00eentreaga p\u0103dure
\npre\u021b de-o secund\u0103 – poveste…
\nApoi,
\no simpl\u0103 adiere de v\u00e2nt.
\nGoi, copacul, \u00eenaltul
\nr\u0103maser\u0103
\nslava clipei celeste,
\ns\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n


\n\u00eensemne<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu degetul t\u0103u
\n\u00eentre dou\u0103 certitudini
\ngene f\u0103cute c\u0103u\u0219
\nr\u0103sfoiesc \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri
\ng\u00e2ndurile tac
\ns\u0103 nu aud\u0103 cuvintele
\nsingur\u0103tatea<\/p>\n

r\u0103mas templu
\n\u00eenvechind vitralii
\nuitarea
\nnegociaz\u0103 culorile<\/p>\n

sub \u00een\u021beles
\npe Zidul Pl\u00e2ngerii
\ncaut
\nun nume de sare<\/p>\n

oricum
\ntrei puncte \u00eensemn\u00e2nd mai mult
\ndec\u00e2t unul singur.<\/p>\n


\nNeasemuita<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e dor de-nt\u00e2mplarea plin\u0103 cu dalbe cuvinte,
\nca un m\u0103r \u00eenflorit,
\ndin care sufletul,
\nprecum albinele-n var\u0103, s\u0103 culeag\u0103 nectarul.
\nDoi ochi, mi-e dor, s\u0103 m\u0103 cuprind\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be
\ndintr-un zbor istovit,
\niar, \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic\u0103, s\u0103 le topesc mirarea la pieptul meu,
\ncum \u00een zori, apele limpezi, cle\u0219tarul.
\nDoar iubirea s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 negocieri meschine \u0219i depravate licori,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 nimic din ce seam\u0103n\u0103 zgur\u0103.
\nArip\u0103, clipa noastr\u0103 rotat\u0103,
\nreplic\u0103, zbor de cocori.
\nA\u0219a am avea sub unghia inimii infinitul,
\nmereu o ad\u00e2nc\u0103, anotimpurilor, v\u00e2ltoare,
\nbuzele, \u00een s\u0103rut \u00eencle\u0219tate,
\n\u021bin\u00e2nd darul
\nduhului, simetria,
\nalbului pur, varul,
\nneasemuita, codului binar, s\u0103rb\u0103toare.<\/p>\n


\n30.03<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Acelor care v\u00e2rsta primenesc)<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cencepe-acel ce va sf\u00e2r\u015fi \u00een \u015fir, la fel.
\nB\u0103t\u0103i de aripi straj\u0103 la inele,
\nc\u0103tu\u015fe smulse vremii peste cele
\nnimicuri siameze. Turnului Ei(ffel),<\/p>\n

asemeni, punctul viu, neant sfideaz\u0103, prins
\nde timp \u00een coapsa lunii. Zi de-agap\u0103
\nal\u0103turi, roab\u0103 sie\u015fi, v\u00e2rsta scap\u0103
\nsur\u00e2s, prea omenescul tic. Supus cuprins,<\/p>\n

pe chipul lor, drept m\u0103\u015fti de semne ar\u0103be\u015fti,
\nascund triste\u0163ea-n clipa ce desparte
\nsub\u00een\u0163eles, plecat \u00eentreg de parte,
\nacestui viu seism, c\u00e2nd sim\u0163i nespus, c\u0103 e\u015fti.<\/p>\n


\n(so)Net<\/strong><\/p>\n

Santal \u00een zbor, al\u0103muri, dans, carimb\u0103,
\np\u0103rut credul, avid av\u00e2nt, o boare,
\nalc\u0103tuiri, cinci sfetnici duhuri plimb\u0103,
\nostatici vrerii v\u00e2rstelor u\u015foare.<\/p>\n

Cum orice lucru, pre\u0163ul s\u0103u \u015fi-l schimb\u0103,
\nz\u0103log m\u0103 las Fortunei, de langoare
\nneprins, mereu un alt, la vorba-i jimb\u0103
\nm\u0103-nduplec s-o ascult, eu, surdul. Oare<\/p>\n

supus, cum par sub unde bolovanii,
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n tot om, nevrednicul ce-nsum\u0103
\nla ceasul dus, p\u0103cate? Crede, van i<\/p>\n

se spune-acestui vaiet mut. Cutum\u0103,
\nt\u0103cerea-i fo\u015fnetul obscur din toate.
\nO, biet funambul, \u015fansa ta e-n ,,poate”.<\/p>\n


\nZ\u0103bavnic \u00een mine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Par urme-n drum, gropi, vremuri schimb\u0103toare,
\nc\u00e2nd seara-\u015fi arde v\u00e2rsta \u00een lumin\u0103.
\n\u00censemnul palid, martor fi-va, oare,
\n\u00een altul, alt\u0103 vrere de se-anin\u0103?<\/p>\n

Ne-avem de-a pururi, ca-ntr- un ou ce moare
\nde ne-nceput. Sub mantia-\u0162i de hermin\u0103,
\niubind esen\u0163a, cel afl\u00e2nd, o are
\nfoc pur. S\u0103-\u0162i fiu, m-alung \u015fi st\u0103rui: vin\u0103!<\/p>\n

Aici, acum. Zadarnic peste form\u0103
\nn\u0103dejdea mea se toarn\u0103 s\u0103 Te-ajung\u0103.
\nDoar Te-n\u0163eleg, prin clipa Ta enorm\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntat cu noaptea cea mai lung\u0103.
\nA\u015fa-mpreun\u0103, inspir\u00e2nd plictisul,
\nTu-ntregul vast, eu, nem\u0103sura-\u0162i, visul.<\/p>\n


\n Un gard ciudat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim ades, \u00een prag de iarn\u0103,
\nde-o parte \u015fi de alta. Grei, ciorchinii
\n\u00eembie palizi, parc\u0103 vr\u00e2nd s\u0103 cearn\u0103
\nlumini \u015fi umbre, tremur\u00e2ndu-\u015fi spinii.<\/p>\n

C\u0103tini. Un gard ciudat. Doar o lucarn\u0103
\nprin care ne privim str\u0103ini. Vecinii
\nacestor dulci-amare fructe-ntoarn\u0103
\nlimanuri de surzenii terne. Ci ni-i<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t de-aproape dep\u0103rtarea-n sine
\nc\u0103 po\u0163i vedea nelini\u015ftea pe creste.
\nL\u0103untric, de-am atinge-un v\u00e2rf ce \u0163ine<\/p>\n

t\u0103cerea-ntreag\u0103, roua s-ar desprinde
\n\u015fi-am vrea, \u00eenm\u0103rmuri\u0163i cu ochii peste
\nciudatul viu, \u00een bra\u0163e-a o cuprinde.<\/p>\n


\nAmor s\u0103 urce<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd ne-om vedea, desigur, peste vreme,
\nprivindu-ne-n ocheane, galaxia,
\npraf cosmic m\u0103tur\u00e2nd, eu, la extreme
\nAmor s\u0103 urce „Dolorosa Via”<\/p>\n

cu-alai de muze, treptele supreme,
\natunci ne va cuprinde-ataraxia.
\n\u015ei amintiri, r\u0103mase-n polireme,
\nprea repede v\u00e2slind pe vorb\u0103ria<\/p>\n

cuprins\u0103 de furtun\u0103 \u015fi-ndoial\u0103,
\nvor duce totul, undeva departe
\n\u015fi dintre to\u0163i doar Unul nu se-n\u015fal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ca s\u00e2mburii, nici anii nu se-ntoarn\u0103.
\nR\u0103mas e numai locul care-mparte
\nce vezi sau nu, la sunetul de goarn\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMurmur<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103reai timpul, p\u0103ream zare.
\nTu p\u0103reai a\u015fa tumult.
\nPar lumini de felinare,
\nPoame ro\u015fii, de demult.<\/p>\n

Lacom le mu\u015fcam \u015fi mult
\nle aveam sau mi se pare
\ntotul vraj\u0103, vis ocult,
\nneguri, p\u0103s\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

fructe dulci, rotund… Adult
\nlunecam, viu, fiecare
\np\u00e2rg, sibilic, dans de cult,
\nlumea – sicomor, crezare.<\/p>\n

Iluzorii galantare
\ngoale, ne-n\u0163eles insult,
\ndar al timpului, neclare
\nresturi de ecou: …ult …ult<\/p>\n

Toate, azi, la pre\u0163 de-un tult,
\nv\u00e2nd amprente selenare,
\ncolb de ran\u0103, de preamult
\naltfel, altor nun\u0163i avare.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 de pece\u021bi, indult,
\nbasmul, ast\u0103zi, are, n-are,
\nurme, trepte la un pult,
\nunde, lumi dorm solitare<\/p>\n

parc\u0103-n murmur. Murmur are,
\nlin, privirea-n g\u00e2nd. Ascult.
\nP\u0103reai timpul, p\u0103ream zare.
\nTu p\u0103reai a\u015fa tumult.<\/p>\n


\nMit<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen care trestie s\u0103 te caut
\n\u015fi-n unda c\u0103ror ape
\ns\u0103 m-aplec
\ns\u0103 aflu-n v\u00e2nt,
\nml\u0103die Syrinx,
\ncum demult…<\/p>\n

O! Fo\u015fnetul…<\/p>\n

tumult, tumult,
\ntumult<\/p>\n


\nEt caetera<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-a\u015f fi Adam, ai fi o Ev\u0103
\n\u015fi-n calea noastr\u0103, \u015ferpuind,
\nar curge timpul ca o sev\u0103,
\nun vis, \u00een care zei din Pind,
\n\u00eencorona\u0163i, sub oseminte
\nde patimi, prad\u0103 lor s\u0103 fim…<\/p>\n

Ah, ce dovad\u0103 mai fierbinte
\ndec\u00e2t un \u015farpe-ascuns, infim,
\n\u00eencol\u0103cit printre vocale,
\nmu\u015fc\u00e2nd cuv\u00e2ntul-m\u0103r: iubesc?
\nCuno\u015fti, femeie, alt\u0103 cale
\nprin trupul t\u0103u, dumnezeiesc?<\/p>\n


\nCeva despre toamn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum \u015ftii tu s\u0103 desfaci r\u0103nile dulci,
\nalbin\u0103-\u0103nibla,
\ncu nectarul pe aripi,
\nr\u0103zvr\u0103tind, r\u0103zvr\u0103tind prezentul \u00eenvins.<\/p>\n

Pe man\u015feta iubirii,
\nblazonul binelui
\na r\u0103mas ca o pat\u0103 definitiv\u0103
\nurma\u015filor urma\u015filor urma\u015filor.<\/p>\n

Acum,
\nnu mai exist\u0103
\n\u015fi ne place s\u0103 credem
\n\u00een atunci,
\n\u00eendep\u0103rtat de locul lui,
\n\u00eennebunind hotarul
\nunde zac nedumeririle
\nmu\u015fcate, mu\u015fcate, mu\u015fcate.<\/p>\n


\nAbsen\u0163a de ram<\/strong><\/p>\n

Te-am l\u0103sat singur\u0103, frunz\u0103!
\nPloua, \u00eentre timp,
\nprin acoperi\u015f de p\u0103dure.
\n\u00cen jos,
\nascuns\u0103 de iubirea de v\u00e2nt,
\nc\u00e2ndva
\n\u00een\u0103l\u0163are la cer,
\nl\u0103sai lumina s\u0103-ndure.<\/p>\n

Te aflam
\ncu miros de umed frunzar.
\nNu mai erai tu,
\neu nu mai eram.
\nO! C\u00e2t\u0103 simetrie poate l\u0103sa,
\nbizar, absolutul!
\nTu, absen\u021ba de mine,
\n\u00een mine, absen\u0163a de ram.<\/p>\n


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

Cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 \u0163in de lumin\u0103,
\ncu alta, de \u00eentuneric,
\npalmele Tale
\n\u015fi strig:
\nDoamne, ajut\u0103-m\u0103
\ns\u0103 pot da drumul luminii,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 scap \u00eentunericul!<\/p>\n


\nOttilia ARDELEANU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Din N\u0103vodari, Constan\u021ba, a publicat patru volume de poezie, scrie proz\u0103, recenzii de carte, articole, poemele sale sunt traduse \u00een francez\u0103, maghiar\u0103 \u0219i catalan\u0103 \u0219i are mai multe premii literare. <\/p>\n

cimitirul<\/strong><\/p>\n

de-a-ndoaselea
\nsicriele stau \u00een bibliotec\u0103
\nau numere de ordine
\nnume celebre
\nepitafuri mici u\u015fi secrete
\nprin care treci discret \u00eencoace-\u00eencolo
\naerul mortuar
\no candel\u0103 pare s\u0103 aduc\u0103 \u00een contemporaneitate
\npe cei de felul lor deplin lini\u015fti\u0163i
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la \u00een\u0163elesuri este vremelnicie
\noare v\u00e2ntul din neast\u00e2mp\u0103r \u00eei scoate
\ndin cavourile veline cu mirosuri de cear\u0103
\nsar de pe divane ies din r\u0103zboaie
\ndin iatacuri p\u0103r\u0103sesc iubirea instantaneu
\nlas\u0103 ideile filozofice cu un cap\u0103t \u00een aer
\nformulele chimice se \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie pe podea
\nprobabilit\u0103\u0163ile se ciobesc pe la v\u00e2rfuri de pietre
\npre\u0163ioase culorile \u00ee\u015fi pierd echilibrul
\ndispar din palet\u0103
\nmuzical notele se fac neauzite prin copaci
\nmarea lanseaz\u0103 un nou tip de ambarca\u0163iune
\ncare se conduce dup\u0103 lumina din oameni
\nsoarele cade \u00een f\u00e2nt\u00e2na lui p\u0103cal\u0103
\ns\u0103-l scoat\u0103 cineva cu o sit\u0103 strig\u0103
\necoul furios
\nturce\u015fte ascult pove\u015ftile \u015feherezadei
\n\u00een edi\u0163ie limitat\u0103<\/p>\n


\namintiri pe muzic\u0103 veche<\/strong><\/p>\n

por\u0163ile se \u00eenchideau devreme
\nzdr\u0103ng\u0103nind oase ruginite
\nclopote ermetice
\nasfixiau adolescen\u0163a
\npuneam la cale escapade
\nputeam s\u0103 ne r\u0103nim \u00een zim\u0163ii fero\u015fi
\ndar merita riscul
\ndincolo era libertatea
\nfilarmonica pentru culeg\u0103torii de nori
\nrestaurante
\ndiscoteci pentru al\u0163ii
\nparcuri numai pentru noi
\nputeam \u015fi s\u0103 fum\u0103m
\ndoar prosteal\u0103 la v\u00e2rsta aceea
\ndar \u00eenv\u0103\u0163am s\u0103 fim
\ncineva
\na\u0219a credeam
\nchicoteam stins c\u00e2nd ne \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103deam
\numeri \u00een obraji \u00een genunchi
\nurm\u0103rind filme de\u015fucheate
\nsub cheie
\n\u015f\u015f\u015f\u015fsssttt
\nparc\u0103 auzeam pa\u015fi
\n\u00eenchipuirea nu dormea nici ea
\nla un magnetofon r\u0103gu\u015fit
\nascultam un je t’aime
\nmon amour
\ntot ce era (de) dragoste
\n\u015fi at\u00e2tea \u00een\u0163ep\u0103turi cre\u015fteau din t\u0103lpi
\np\u00e2n\u0103-n s\u00e2ni buze creieri
\n\u00eembujor\u00e2ndu-ne
\naltceva nu conta
\napropo
\nla cutremurul acela mare
\nam salvat discul de muzic\u0103 rock
\nsub saltea
\nniciodat\u0103 nu ne-am pl\u00e2ns
\nde singur\u0103tate<\/p>\n


\n\u00een piele \u00eenfloresc maci<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu \u0219tiu cum cresc r\u0103nile
\nuna din alta
\nz\u0103p\u0103cindu-mi s\u00e2ngele
\nse deschid trufa\u0219e
\n\u00een piele o r\u0103scruce de drumuri
\np\u00e2r\u00e2uri purpurii
\ntoate toate duc la tine<\/p>\n

c\u00e2teva lucruri de \u0219tiut
\nstau prost cu memoria
\n\u00een afar\u0103 de c\u0103r\u021bi
\nnu mai \u0219tiu
\ndec\u00e2t numele t\u0103u<\/p>\n

***
\nam c\u00e2teva toamne bune
\n\u00een palm\u0103
\nse exfoliaz\u0103
\ntoate atingerile<\/p>\n

***
\nm\u0103 simt singur\u0103 de oameni
\nnu \u0219i de Tine
\nc\u00e2nd \u0219tergi totul cu buretele
\nunei iert\u0103ri<\/p>\n

***
\no p\u0103rere de r\u0103u timpul
\ndac\u0103 nu-l \u00eentorci
\npe toate p\u0103r\u021bile
\ns\u0103-i afli iubirea<\/p>\n

***
\niubirea
\no absen\u021b\u0103 \u00een plus
\n\u00een meniul zilei<\/p>\n

***
\nazi e \u00eenchis cerul tuturor
\na\u0219tept\u0103rilor
\npe terasa sufletului
\nnimeni<\/p>\n

Grupaj realizat de Cristina \u0218TEFAN<\/em><\/p>\n


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

Baliverne<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ziare se doarme. Dorm redactorii
\nDe \u0219tiri muzicale, dorm vacile-n bocanci
\n\u0218i \u021b\u0103ranul pe arie. Dorm ochelarii pe nas.
\nTrag la aghioase popoare murdare,
\nC\u0103r\u021bile-n sertare, oi\u021bele b\u00e2rsane
\n\u0218i autorii-n naos. Trag la aghioase marinarii pe vas.
\nDe somn nu se moare. De somn de balt\u0103
\nCurat\u0103, somn de voie-nevoie
\n\u0218i mult\u0103 ap\u0103. De somn de veci.
\n\u00cen noapte se viseaz\u0103. Viseaz\u0103 mor\u021bii
\nUci\u0219i mi\u0219ele\u0219te, viseaz\u0103 norii pl\u0103cinte
\n\u0218i ploaia morminte. Viseaz\u0103 ochiul \u00eenchis \u00een incinte.<\/p>\n


\n Adrian BOTEZ<\/strong><\/p>\n

NOU IMN CREA\u0162IUNII<\/strong><\/p>\n

ostenit de-at\u00e2ta cale
\n\u015fi de-at\u00e2tea osanale
\nvine Cristul prin haznale
\npa\u015fi-I scriu stihuri finale
\nepopei de mahalale –
\nb\u00e2rfe-iscate pe binale…<\/p>\n

schit \u015fi munte \u015fi poian\u0103
\nnu-I mai \u00eenfloresc sub gean\u0103
\na trecut vremea de-altare:
\nsori se-nmoaie-nspre culcare<\/p>\n

catifea de bezn\u0103 lin\u0103
\ntot fo\u015fne\u015fte prin Gr\u0103din\u0103
\n…\u015ferpuie\u015fte-un \u015farpe nou…:
\nnou\u0103 e zugr\u0103vitura
\nde-nceput roag\u0103-se gura
\nduhul \u00eens\u0103 bine \u015ftie
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