{"id":14507,"date":"2021-05-03T20:05:54","date_gmt":"2021-05-03T17:05:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14507"},"modified":"2021-05-03T20:05:54","modified_gmt":"2021-05-03T17:05:54","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-58-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14507","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 58 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Silvia-Ioana SOFINETI<\/strong><\/p>\n

datorie<\/strong><\/p>\n

poezia se scrie singur\u0103
\n\u00een lini\u0219tea dimine\u021bii
\npe stomacul gol
\nprintre aburii somnului
\n\u00een drum spre serviciu.
\nnu-i trebuie mult.
\nadun\u0103 c\u00e2teva frunze
\nc\u00e2\u021biva nori, c\u00e2teva furnici
\n\u0219i \u021bese r\u00e2ndurile pe pagina
\n\u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de dor.
\nmai ia ni\u0219te pietre
\napoi c\u00e2teva priviri
\n\u0219i \u00eencheie \u021bes\u0103tura
\nprin care se scald\u0103 cuvintele
\npline de rou\u0103
\nmul\u021bumit\u0103 c\u0103 \u0219i-a f\u0103cut datoria
\n\u0219i pe azi. <\/p>\n


\npreg\u0103tiri de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/p>\n

ea nu voia s\u0103 se uite \u00een oglind\u0103
\n\u00eei tunsesem pletele albite
\n\u00een\u021belegeam de ce vrea s\u0103 se simt\u0103 preg\u0103tit\u0103
\npentru c\u0103l\u0103torie
\n\u00een\u021belegeam \u0219i resemnarea din ochii ei
\nnu \u00een\u021belegeam, \u00eens\u0103, de ce oglinda \u00eei este du\u0219man.
\n–\thai, uit\u0103-te s\u0103 vezi cum \u00ee\u021bi st\u0103
\n\u00eencercam eu, cu inocen\u021ba v\u00e2rstei.
\nea \u00eentorcea capul, ocolind bucata de sticl\u0103
\nspre fotografiile de pe pere\u021bi
\nc\u0103ut\u00e2nd cu privirea imaginea ei t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103
\nda, acolo nu avea p\u0103rul alb
\nda, acolo era s\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103
\ndar da, \u0219i acolo eram noi l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea.
\nnu pleci singur\u0103, s\u0103 \u0219tii
\nvom merge \u0219i noi c\u00e2te pu\u021bin cu tine
\nun pic din mine, un pic din sora mea
\nun pic din tata, un pic din unchiul
\nvor fi cu tine mereu
\npe drumul f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere
\ndin oglind\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nMihaela MERAVEI<\/strong><\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103-mi plac at\u00e2t de mult merele verzi<\/strong><\/p>\n

s-au rupt norii \u0219i din gaura f\u0103cut\u0103 \u00een albastrul nostru acturian
\nau \u00eenceput s\u0103 cad\u0103
\ns\u0103ruturi
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri
\nhohote de r\u00e2s
\nm\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri
\nmesaje de dragoste
\npoze
\nfilm\u0103ri
\nmai ales trandafiri
\ndou\u0103zeci \u0219i nou\u0103 treizeci treizeci \u0219i unu
\nun torent de sentimente se scurgeau peste trupurile noastre
\nne descompuneau de neputin\u021b\u0103
\ngurile ni se \u00eenvine\u021beau de nefericire
\nmute mute inimile
\nau c\u0103zut ultimele din raiul din care
\nam fost alunga\u021bi \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a\u021bi
\n\u0219i toate astea doar pentru c\u0103-mi plac at\u00e2t de mult merele verzi<\/p>\n


\n\u0219i nu ar fi fost prima minune<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2t de repede cresc t\u0103cerile \u00eentre noi
\na fost de ajuns s\u0103 arunc o s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103 pe muntele din podul palmei tale
\n\u0219i gata
\na rodit prima floare a nesiguran\u021bei
\nauzisem undeva c\u0103 gelozia este un cactus cu flori ur\u00e2t mirositoare
\nuneori tr\u0103iesc dou\u0103 ceasuri alteori dou\u0103zeci \u0219i patru
\n\u00een cazul nostru par a fi imuabile
\nse hr\u0103nesc cu t\u0103ceri \u0219i ego-uri duse la extrem p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd
\ndin ochi mijesc r\u00e2uri de frustr\u0103ri capabile s\u0103 \u00eenece fericirea
\nnu ne-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 cultiv\u0103m trandafiri
\nde\u0219i ne a\u021b\u00e2\u021bam focul din inim\u0103 cu lemnul lor \u0219i \u00een cenu\u0219\u0103
\nscriam rug\u0103ciuni pentru nemurirea pove\u0219tii noastre de iubire
\nc\u00e2t de firesc ar fi fost s\u0103 transform\u0103m lacrima \u00een mir cum Mesia apa \u00een vin
\ns\u0103 ostoim t\u0103cerile cu un torent de m\u00e2ng\u00e2ieri cu un ocean de iert\u0103ri
\n\u0219i nu ar fi fost prima minune<\/p>\n


\nPetrache PLOPEANU<\/strong><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sunt sigur c\u0103 iarba e-nverzit\u0103,
\n\u0219i-n c\u00e2nt de greier,
\nmila e mai deas\u0103
\n\u0219i cum a\u0219teapt\u0103 aurul din leas\u0103,
\nla fel fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103
\nm\u00e2na mea se-ntinde,
\ns\u0103 libereze pe femeie-n creier.<\/p>\n

Iar dac\u0103 limba e trezit\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd diminea\u021ba e mai bl\u00e2nd\u0103,
\ndin nou \u0219i-o vinde o silab\u0103, dou\u0103,
\ncuv\u00e2ntul fiu \u0219i-o fraz\u0103 c\u00e2t mai nou\u0103
\n\u0219i-o milosti cu ruga ei p\u0103g\u00e2nii,
\nce fac tractir,
\nla margine de grai.<\/p>\n

\u2026 Eu \u00eei vreau s\u00e2nii,
\npu\u021bin ghimbir
\n\u0219i o cazare ieftin\u0103 \u00een Rai.<\/p>\n


\nCenaclul literar LIRA 21<\/strong><\/p>\n

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


\n George G\u00ceTLAN – Bucure\u0219ti<\/strong>
\n\"\"

tot despre \u00eengeri<\/strong><\/p>\n

am scris mereu
\ndespre \u00eengeri am scris
\nei despre mine niciunul
\nniciodat\u0103 \u0219i-am zis
\np\u0103i bine m\u0103i \u00eengerilor
\n\u00eengeri \u00eemi sunte\u021bi voi sau diavoli
\napoi mi s-a ar\u0103tat
\nc\u0103 tot ceea ce scrisesem despre ei
\nera de fapt despre mine
\n\u0219i-am pl\u00e2ns cu pietre
\nfiecare cuv\u00e2nt scris
\nl-am pl\u00e2ns<\/p>\n


\nwarning<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu ie\u0219i\u021bi afar\u0103
\nv\u0103 pute\u021bi \u00eemboln\u0103vi
\n de prim\u0103var\u0103
\n sau chiar mai grav
\n de via\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n


\nstea dragostea<\/strong><\/p>\n

odat\u0103 ca niciodat\u0103
\nm-am iubit c-o stea
\n\u0219i-a r\u0103mas grea
\ncu toate cuvintele mele
\ndragele de ele
\ns\u0103dite \u00een p\u00e2ntecul ei
\nde stea dragostea<\/p>\n


\nerezia a patra<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een aceast\u0103 privire am sim\u021bit
\nprezen\u021ba duhului sunt
\n\u0219i cum m\u0103 pogoram din mine
\nad\u00e2nc \u00een trupul ei sfrunt
\np\u00e2n\u0103 la inim\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u00e2ndu-m\u0103
\nfiecare cuv\u00e2nt scris
\nl-am pl\u00e2ns<\/p>\n


\npoem despre tata<\/strong><\/p>\n

azi-noapte ca prin vis
\nmi s-a p\u0103rut c-aud \u021bip\u0103tul unei salv\u0103ri
\n\u0219i cum se sparge lini\u0219tea
\n\u00een mii de cioburi crest\u00e2nd ad\u00e2nc
\n\u00een carne \u00eentunericul<\/p>\n

\u021bi se pare (mi-am spus) lini\u0219tindu-mi teama
\ndimineat\u0103 c\u00e2nd m-am trezit
\ncineva mi-l furase \u00een somn
\npe tata<\/p>\n

mai t\u00e2rziu umbla prin curte de parc\u0103
\nnimic nu s-ar fi \u00eent\u00e2mplat
\n\u0219i toate cuvintele mele l-ar fi \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at
\nbra\u021bele mi se scurtaser\u0103 de fric\u0103
\ns-au ag\u0103\u021bat str\u00e2ns de umbra lui
\nvr\u00e2nd parc\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l mai sl\u0103beasc\u0103
\nniciodat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba asta<\/p>\n


\nfemeia<\/strong><\/p>\n

femeia e precum apa,
\nnu po\u0163i tr\u0103i f\u0103r\u0103 ea,
\ntotul se usuc\u0103 \u00een jurul t\u0103u,
\nte cuprinde pustiul pe din\u0103untru
\n\u015fi te m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 nimicul, \u00eencet \u015fi trist,
\nca un cortegiu funerar t\u0103cut
\npurt\u00e2nd c\u0103tre cimitir
\nun sicriu gol\u2026<\/p>\n


\nAdriana BUTOI- C\u0103l\u0103ra\u0219i <\/strong>
\n\"\"

momentele zilei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een general
\nfrustr\u0103rile nu definesc standarde perfectibile
\nsunt simple adapt\u0103ri urbane
\npentru interese personale
\npe termen scurt
\nrenegarea manipul\u0103rii poate avea efecte remarcabile
\nuneori benefice
\ndoar dac\u0103 drumurile nu se suprapun
\nla un moment dat
\nexcep\u021biile chiar nu exist\u0103
\npoate doar la nivel formal
\niar nominaliz\u0103rile pentru judec\u0103\u021bile de valoare
\nsunt informa\u021bii pur subiective<\/p>\n


\nsolu\u021bii de criz\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

…perfec\u021biunea \u00eembrac\u0103 roluri atipice
\n\u00eentr-un vacarm surprinz\u0103tor de reguli impuse
\nparadoxal
\n\u0219i imperfec\u021biunea are loc pe scen\u0103
\n(asta numai \u00een cazul \u00een care
\nregizorul de Oscar o \u00eeng\u0103duie)
\nf\u0103r\u0103 o notificare prealabil\u0103
\nmanipul\u0103rile cromatice
\nau iz de periferie…<\/p>\n


\nprobleme de topic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

.. .oamenii sunt frumo\u0219i \u00een general
\nde fapt nu exist\u0103 excep\u021bii
\nsingura problem\u0103
\ne a\u0219ezarea \u00een pagin\u0103
\nsau modalitate de evaluare
\n(metodele tradi\u021bionale sunt \u00eenc\u0103 acceptate)
\nnici g\u00e2\u0219tele
\ncare aveau roluri destul de importante
\nnu mai salveaz\u0103 aparen\u021bele
\n(istoria se repet\u0103 cu \u021binte strategice
\nnu comerciale)
\no posibil\u0103 asociere cu realitatea
\ne un joc de rol
\nsau nu
\nalegerea poate fi \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare<\/p>\n


\nperspective impuse<\/strong><\/p>\n

reprezentarea realit\u0103\u021bii
\ndevine
\n\u00eenainte de toate simbolic\u0103
\nfie c\u0103 e vorba de certitudini
\nfie c\u0103 e un entuziasm pueril
\nnu remarc imagini identice
\nnici vreo armonie perfect\u0103
\n\u00eentre gesturi evidente
\npe de o parte cuvinte simple
\npe de alt\u0103 parte iluzii sonore
\nculorile clare \u0219i reci
\neviden\u021biaz\u0103 un contrast
\nrelativ interesant \u00eentre priorit\u0103\u021bi
\no dat\u0103 \u00een plus
\nsurprind ipostaze ilogice
\n\u0219i-mi asum
\nprobabilit\u0103\u021bi atemporale<\/p>\n


\ndeghiz\u0103ri cu sens explicit<\/strong><\/p>\n

…inevitabil
\nlini\u0219tea cap\u0103t\u0103 recompuneri alegorice
\neu
\nc\u0103utam r\u0103spunsuri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg
\nc\u0103 lumea etaleaz\u0103 sublimul
\ndoar din interpret\u0103ri personale
\n\u00een plan figurativ \u00eens\u0103
\nce r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00eentre suflet \u0219i deziluzie
\nnu mai are vreo relevan\u021b\u0103 absolut\u0103
\nalegerea mea
\n(deloc simpl\u0103 deloc simplist\u0103)
\ne alternativ\u0103 pentru imposibil…<\/p>\n


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

au r\u0103mas doar c\u00e2teva cuvinte \u00eentre anotimpuri
\n(parc\u0103 cele mai frumoase)
\n\u00eentr-o lupt\u0103 teribil\u0103 de-a supravie\u021buirea<\/p>\n

fuga asta spre niciunde
\nsau spre o alternativ\u0103 exponen\u021bial\u0103
\neste esen\u021ba jocului cu fiecare g\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

acum
\ndin imposibil nu mai cl\u0103desc vise
\n\u0219i m\u0103-ntreb (aproape retoric)
\nc\u00e2nd a fost cu adev\u0103rat ultima ninsoare<\/p>\n


\nCristina \u0218TEFAN, Bac\u0103u <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Mici \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri ale poeziei<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een apa galben\u0103
\nreflect\u0103 p\u0103durea lunatic\u0103
\ntoamn\u0103 pasiv\u0103
\negal\u0103 cu reflexia activ\u0103
\nbilan\u021bul t\u0103cerii
\nnocturna soldat\u0103 la piept
\ncu aurie medalie
\n\u00ee\u021bi curge pe barb\u0103 *<\/p>\n

complicat cerc de art\u0103
\njur\u0103m\u00e2ntul este o asigurare
\ncu termeni
\npe avere de aur
\nprivirea \u00ee\u021bi fuge scump
\n-poli\u021ba vie\u021bii-
\nal c\u00e2tulea sunt?
\nfals amoros pe b\u0103t\u0103lii
\n\u00eenregistrate istoric\u2026<\/p>\n


\n* un fir de miere brun\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

armurile danseaz\u0103 zorba
\ntrop\u0103ie ni\u0219te \u00eenregistr\u0103ri de ajustare
\nuna pocne\u0219te infla\u021bia de bucurie
\nalta decapiteaz\u0103 preaplinul iubirii
\ndincolo ni\u0219te armuri
\ncu roluri de atenuare
\ndin planul de conturi
\nam ales poezia
\no rezerv\u0103 legal\u0103 de suflet<\/p>\n


\nL\u0103cr\u0103mioara ANDREI, Suceava<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Un col\u0163 din singur\u0103tate<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen seara asta vreau s\u0103 \u00eempart
\nsingur\u0103tatea cu tine,
\ne var\u0103 s-au copt pepenii,
\nsingur\u0103tatea
\ns-a copt \u015fi ea ,
\ncurge zeama cleioas\u0103
\nprintre degetele mele,
\npot da fiec\u0103ruia c\u00e2te o felie s\u0103 guste
\n\u015fi s\u0103 se str\u00e2mbe
\nca atunci c\u00e2nd iau sirop de tuse copiii bolnavi,
\nlicoarea asta vindec\u0103 trupul,
\nsunt vie \u015fi nimeni
\nnu crede acest lucru.
\nm\u0103 uit \u00een oglind\u0103,
\n\u015ftiu c\u0103 m\u0103 minte \u00een fiecare zi,
\nnu-mi plac minciunile ea vine mereu
\no aud, o simt, e la u\u015f\u0103, totdeauna sub o alt\u0103 \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fare,
\n\u00een noaptea asta s-a deghizat \u00een bufni\u0163\u0103.
\nSt\u0103 pe teras\u0103
\nsfioas\u0103 \u00eemi \u00eemprumut\u0103
\nun col\u0163 din singur\u0103tatea ei.<\/p>\n


\nvisul se tope\u015fte \u00een zori<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0103t\u0103cesc prin ora\u015ful
\nr\u0103stignit pe betoane,
\npe str\u0103zile \u00eencinse
\nca un gr\u0103tar
\nunde visele se coc
\n\u00eengr\u0103m\u0103dite pe o coast\u0103
\nde singur\u0103tate
\nrupt\u0103 dintr-un adam mahmur.<\/p>\n


\nLec\u0163ii de zbor<\/strong><\/p>\n

iau lec\u0163ii de zbor,
\nm\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnesc cu un vultur,
\ndiscret se preg\u0103te\u015fte,
\n\u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde aripile,
\nare mii de ore la bord,
\nse \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 u\u015for,
\ndeasupra noastr\u0103 ca un planor.
\nPlutesc la mine \u00een g\u00e2nd!<\/p>\n


\nMama<\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi \u00ee\u0219i strig\u0103 fii r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi
\nprin lumea-\u00eentreag\u0103,
\nlacrima \u00ee\u0219i face drum
\nprintr-un col\u021b de cataract\u0103
\n\u0219i o las\u0103 s\u0103 se usuce
\n\u00een artroza m\u00e2nilor,
\nca s\u0103-\u015fi lini\u015fteasc\u0103 dorul
\nde \u00eenceput \u0219i de sf\u00e2r\u0219it.
\nTat\u0103l e o cruce-n
\ncimitirul f\u0103r\u0103 nume
\n\u00eentre cer \u0219i \u00eengeri
\nparc\u0103 nu mai este loc
\nau r\u0103mas \u00een prag copiii nen\u0103scu\u021bi
\nplou\u0103, plou\u0103,
\nvine iar\u0103\u015fi un potop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Silvia-Ioana SOFINETI datorie poezia se scrie singur\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219tea dimine\u021bii pe stomacul gol printre aburii somnului \u00een drum spre serviciu.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14507"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14507"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14512,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14507\/revisions\/14512"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}