{"id":18822,"date":"2022-08-09T23:21:26","date_gmt":"2022-08-09T20:21:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18822"},"modified":"2022-08-09T23:28:22","modified_gmt":"2022-08-09T20:28:22","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-83-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=18822","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 83 (2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dumitru PRICOP <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poet, supranumit \u201epatriarh al Vrancei\u201d, Dumitru Pricop (n. 21 mai 1943, Negrile\u0219ti, Vrancea \u2014 d. 29 iulie 2007) a fost profesor, scriitor \u0219i jurnalist. A urmat Facultatea de Filologie a Universit\u0103\u021bii din Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i \u0219i-a \u00eencheiat studiile universitare cu teza de licen\u021b\u0103 \u201eProza lui Mircea Eliade\u201d, av\u00e2nd ca \u00eendrum\u0103tor pe profesorul Eugen Simion. A publicat urm\u0103toarele volume de versuri:
\n\u201ePatima muntelui\u201d (1978), \u201eLumile din strig\u0103t\u201d (1981), \u201eLocuitor \u00een Oedip\u201d (1983), \u201eLacrima arlechinului\u201d (1985), \u201eStelele din ad\u00e2ncuri\u201d (1988), \u201eIni\u021biere \u00een obsesii\u201d (1990), \u201eDumitru al pe\u0219terii \u2013 Dimitri de la caverne\u201d (1997), \u201ePaharul \u00eens\u00e2ngerat\u201d (2001), \u201e\u00cen c\u0103utarea muntelui albastru\u201d (2003), \u201eMuntele patimii\u201d (2003, volum antologic), \u201eScrisori din temni\u021ba libert\u0103\u021bii\u201d (2005).
\nA fost membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, filiala Bac\u0103u.<\/p>\n

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

Vai, v\u00e2na mea de lut \u00eengra\u0219\u0103 prin\u021bii
\ndar ei m\u0103 cred un m\u0103sc\u0103rici s\u0103rac
\ncrez\u00e2nd \u00een ei cum cred \u00een moa\u0219te sfin\u021bii
\nsub rug\u0103ciunea celor care zac.<\/p>\n

Vai, v\u00e2na mea de lut \u00eengra\u0219\u0103 sfin\u021bii
\ndar ei nu-mi dau aripa ce le-o cer
\nde\u0219i chiar unde mu\u0219c adesea cu din\u021bii
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een urm\u0103 insule de cer<\/p>\n

Vai, v\u00e2na mea de lut c\u00e2t timpul gin\u021bii
\nc\u00e2t visul adunat de-un neam \u00eentreg
\nvegheaz\u0103 lutul sprijinind p\u0103rin\u021bii
\ndar ei sunt mor\u021bi \u0219i nu mai \u00een\u021beleg\u2026<\/p>\n

Arca inutil\u0103<\/p>\n

E inutil\u0103 arca. Nu ocolesc potopul!
\nS\u0103-nceap\u0103 ploaia, voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne-aici
\ncu trupul gol sub nourul ce vine
\ndeopotriv\u0103 c\u00e2ntec, deopotriv\u0103 bici,
\nvreau s\u0103 aud cum pleac\u0103 din inim\u0103 copacii
\ncum s\u00e2ngele \u00eembrac\u0103 masca vremii
\ncum, \u00eengrozi\u021bi de stropi, m\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sesc
\nuit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 at\u00e2t de t\u00e2n\u0103r viermii
\nvreau, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it s\u0103 m\u0103-nt\u00e2lnesc pe ape
\n\u00eent\u00e2ia oar\u0103 \u0219i st\u0103p\u00e2n \u0219i sclav
\ns\u0103-mi fiu cu o c\u0103dere mai aproape
\nc-o moarte mai pustiu \u0219i mai bolnav
\nvreau, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103 suf\u0103r neb\u0103nuita harp\u0103
\na stropilor de ploaie, impun\u0103tori \u0219i grei
\ns\u0103 suf\u0103r lumea toat\u0103 \u00een falsa ei mirare
\nc\u00e2nd anii trec prin ei f\u0103r\u0103 de ei.
\nS\u0103-nceap\u0103 ploaia! E inutil\u0103 arca.
\nEu voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne singurul aici
\ncu trupul gol sub nourul ce vineri deopotriv\u0103 c\u00e2ntec,
\ndeopotriv\u0103 bici.<\/p>\n


\nCaptiv \u00een lacrim\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Captiv \u00een lacrim\u0103 arunc
\nsemin\u021bei hainele de prunc<\/p>\n

\u00een strig\u0103tul \u00eenvins cobor
\ncum urc\u0103-n cea\u021b\u0103 un cocor<\/p>\n

c\u00e2t poate trupul s\u0103 m\u0103-ncap\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd stelele ad\u00e2nc m\u0103 sap\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u00e2t glasul unui c\u00e2ntec larg
\nadun\u0103 evii ce se sparg<\/p>\n

\u0219i din buc\u0103\u021bi de timp t\u00e2rziu
\ntrec s\u00e2ngele din tat\u0103-n fiu<\/p>\n

duc\u00e2nd tr\u0103ite, netr\u0103ite
\nat\u00e2tea patimi necitite.<\/p>\n


\nFoaie pl\u00e2ns\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

S-au str\u00e2ns caiete-ntregi de \u0219iruri negre
\nde rime \u0219lefuite \u0219i de \u0219pan
\ntr\u0103d\u00e2nd statutul meu de biet \u021b\u0103ran
\nal unor \u021barini ce erau integre\u2026<\/p>\n

Pe-aproape-i moartea \u2013 b\u0103nuiesc c\u0103 vine
\nde\u0219i de via\u021b\u0103 am acela\u0219i chef
\n\u0219i-i d\u0103ltuiesc sublimul relief
\n\u0219i-n pagini sumbre \u0219i-n chem\u0103ri senine<\/p>\n

Lumina lin\u0103 se prelinge \u00eens\u0103
\nmai mult pe umbra care curge-n cer
\nfugind de carne cum de \u0219time luna\u2026<\/p>\n

am str\u00e2ns averi?! \u2013 le las pe totdeauna
\nca zestre numai celor ce nu cer
\ndec\u00e2t un c\u00e2ntec de pe foaia pl\u00e2ns\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nEvul <\/strong><\/p>\n

Tot mai ad\u00e2nc, prin r\u0103d\u0103cini \u0219i oase,
\n\u00eencerc povara clipei luminoase<\/p>\n

Prin fluturi evul a trecut \u00een vis
\n\u0219i os\u00e2ndit la versuri clandestine
\na\u0219teapt\u0103-n van pe cel ce nu mai vine
\na\u0219a cum la-nceputuri i-a fost scris<\/p>\n

O pas\u0103re, un monstru, o idee
\ns\u0103-i t\u0103lm\u0103ceasc\u0103 soarta, s-o \u00eencheie\u2026<\/p>\n

A\u0219a cum trupul dup\u0103 somn \u0219i rou\u0103
\ndestram\u0103 zeii obosi\u021bi de sim\u021b
\n\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i desface mugurii \u00een dou\u0103
\nla fel de puri spre lotu\u0219i ori spre sfin\u021bi<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci r\u0103t\u0103cind spre propria-i fiin\u021b\u0103
\ns-a lep\u0103dat de crez \u00eentru credin\u021b\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nPsalmii neciti\u021bi <\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t de ciudat m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc pe sfer\u0103:
\nsub ochiul st\u00e2ng erupe un copac,
\nm\u0103-nchide-n vers s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba efemer\u0103
\ncu ochiul drept \u2013 cu ochiu-n care tac\u2026
\nCa r\u0103stigni\u021bii strig c\u0103 tot nu-s \u00eenc\u0103
\nsteag s\u0103 aprind\u0103 c\u0103tre to\u021bi \u00eenaltul
\nc\u0103-s Prometeul care n-am o st\u00e2nc\u0103
\nc\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 nu-s, c\u0103-n locul meu e altul\u2026
\n\u0219i-i v\u00e2n\u0103t trupul ca un vas de lut
\nprin care ore false urc\u0103 vinul
\nla fel de fals \u00een \u00eengerul cernit
\nc\u00e2nd setea e mai sf\u00e2nt\u0103 ca veninul
\nM\u0103 reg\u0103sesc ciudat pe roata asta
\ncu osii \u0219trangulate f\u0103r\u0103 timp\u2026
\npl\u00e2ng, \u00een genunchi, pe cea dint\u00e2i\u2026 colastra
\nce ne-a fost dat\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 drept de schimb\u2026
\nTotu\u0219i \u00eencerc s\u0103 par pu\u021bin ca mine
\n\u0219i-n miezul sferei s\u00e2ngelui m\u0103 rog
\ns\u0103-ndure osul pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00een sine
\ns\u0103-ndure fructul cum e \u2013 mir \u0219i drog\u2026
\nDup\u0103 acestea toate s\u0103-mi port pasul
\nla fel de t\u00e2n\u0103r ca \u00een primul vers
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 mi se potriveasc\u0103 glasul
\ncu Psalmii neciti\u021bi din Univers.<\/p>\n


\nDualitate <\/strong><\/p>\n

Din ce-am avut am mai r\u0103mas cu verbul
\n\u0219i foaia de caiet \u2013 imaculat\u0103
\ns\u0103-mi aminteasc\u0103 dureros de cerbul
\ndin s\u00e2ngele \u00een clocot, alt\u0103 dat\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

P\u0103duri fire\u0219ti \u2013 cuvintele m-a\u0219eaz\u0103
\nla sacrul monument de limb\u0103 veche
\nos l\u00e2ng\u0103 os cum raz\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 raz\u0103
\ns-a \u00eentrupat calvarul \u00een pereche\u2026<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci doi am fost prin colbul de sub stele
\nseto\u0219i la fel de via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i de moarte
\n\u00een unul pier c\u0103r\u0103rile rebele<\/p>\n

\u00cen Cel Ales voi zbate mai departe
\nobsesia doritelor castele
\nspre noi z\u00e2mbind cu \u00een\u0103l\u021bimi de\u0219arte\u2026<\/p>\n


\nBlestemul sor\u021bii <\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu n-am s-ajung nicic\u00e2nd la v\u00e2rsta mor\u021bii
\nc\u0103ci hot\u0103r\u00e2t, e undeva o pat\u0103
\nchiar peste ochii lumii aruncat\u0103
\nde cine \u0219tie ce blestem al sor\u021bii.<\/p>\n

n-am cum muri chiar de-a\u0219 voi odat\u0103,
\nc\u00e2t capul mi-a cerut de-un st\u00e2lp al por\u021bii
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i \u0219tie vastele propor\u021bii
\n\u0219i umbra peste vreme r\u0103sturnat\u0103<\/p>\n

de-aceea r\u0103t\u0103cesc din er\u0103-n er\u0103
\nnebun hulit, cu trupul \u00een armur\u0103,
\ndar vulnerabil totu\u0219i, ca o floare\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00een singura mea parte efemer\u0103
\naceea a c\u0103derilor \u00een ur\u0103
\npun tot p\u0103catul lumii viitoare<\/p>\n


\nSonet de rou\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Creang\u0103 de aur veacul se scutur\u0103 de floare
\n\u0219i cerne peste oameni parfum de toamn\u0103, dens,
\nvinul r\u0103stoarn\u0103 v\u00e2rsta topindu-se-n culoare
\nprimindu-ne \u00een suflet cu z\u00e2mbetu-i imens<\/p>\n

Suntem mesteceni tineri cu ramurile-n stele
\ncu nop\u021bi primind fecioare dintr-un poem nescris
\nce pleac\u0103 diminea\u021ba cu roua peste ele
\nsfin\u021bind eternitatea petalei de cais<\/p>\n

Mai mul\u021bi, mai drep\u021bi, mai tineri cu fiecare treapt\u0103
\ncutremurul silabei \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 \u00een azur
\nnecunoscutul abur al trecerilor noastre<\/p>\n

Acelea\u0219i lacrimi albe sau albastre
\npe care noi le sem\u0103n\u0103m \u00een jur
\nc\u00e2nd ni se pare curgerea nedreapt\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n Pove\u0219ti de c\u0103l\u0103torie<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Doina CERNICA <\/strong><\/p>\n

Verde pe Insula Verde<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chiar dac\u0103 \u00eel mai \u00eent\u00e2lnisem p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, cred c\u0103 am re\u021binut numele Ischiei din revista \u201eCinema\u201d, al c\u0103rei abonament l-am avut de la primul num\u0103r, din 1963. C\u00e2nd am devenit student\u0103, am luat-o cu mine la Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i i-am d\u0103ruit-o uneia din cele trei surori ale mamei, care locuiau \u00een Capital\u0103, iubitoare de filme \u0219i de vie\u021bi de actori. Dup\u0103 mult\u0103 vreme, fiica sa mi-a \u00eenapoiat-o, iar eu am dus-o la anticariatul Libr\u0103riei Scriitorilor din Suceava. De acolo a luat-o un domn, mi-a spus librarul, Cosmin Domnica, bucuros s\u0103-i fac\u0103 o surpriz\u0103 pl\u0103cut\u0103 mamei prin re\u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu vedete ale tinere\u021bii sale. \u00cen 1959, la Ischia, Alain Delon, \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 de 24 de ani, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencepea cariera str\u0103lucitoare cu rolul din \u201ePlein soleil\u201d, \u00een anii 60, Domenico Modugno turnase un film acolo, \u201e\u00cent\u00e2lnire la Ischia\u201d, \u0219i tot la Ischia se filmase \u00een 1962 \u201eCleopatra\u201d lui J.L. Mankiewicz \u0219i \u00eencepuse tumultuoasa poveste de iubire a lui Elisabeth Taylor cu Richard Burton. Apoi numele a\u0219ez\u0103rii a r\u0103mas cumva a\u021bipit \u00een memorie, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, \u00een urm\u0103 cu peste 15 ani, Mioara Costea, sora so\u021bului, \u0219i-a g\u0103sit un loc de munc\u0103 acolo \u0219i de atunci nu s-a mai \u00eentors \u00een \u021bar\u0103. Astfel c\u0103 telefoanele duminicale dintre fra\u021bi, uneori cu ve\u0219ti, am\u0103nunte \u0219i despre Ischia, l-au \u021binut permanent \u00een casa noastr\u0103.
\nPlec\u0103m pe la ora 9,00, pe jos, de la Palazzo Salgar pe Via Nuova Marina, travers\u00e2nd spre port \u0219i mare la primul semafor. Portul este \u00een primul r\u00e2nd o mul\u021bime de oameni, prin care Evelina Damalan ne conduce cu agilitate, grupul p\u0103str\u00e2ndu-\u0219i identitatea ca un neobi\u0219nuit p\u00e2r\u00e2u \u00een fluviul \u00een care se vars\u0103. Urc\u0103m pe feribotul \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103tor \u2013 un soi de insul\u0103 \u00een mi\u0219care. De\u0219i pare plin, putem s\u0103 ne alegem locurile \u00een voie, bucur\u00e2ndu-ne de priveli\u0219tea cuprinz\u0103toare a ora\u0219ului Neapole, \u0219i, de\u0219i pare gata de plecare, mai \u00eent\u00e2rziem destul\u0103 vreme. Astfel c\u0103 pot \u0219i s\u0103-mi studiez biletul emis de Compania Maritim\u0103 Regional\u0103, care \u00eemi promite o economie de un euro dac\u0103 recurg la Radio Taxi Napoli \u0219i s\u0103 parcurg \u0219i povestea micu\u021bei mele provizii de ap\u0103, o jum\u0103tate de litru, dintr-un \u201epet reciclabil sut\u0103 la sut\u0103\u201d. Se nume\u0219te Nat\u00eda, este ap\u0103 mineral\u0103 natural\u0103, \u201eoligomineral\u0103 \u0219i din punct de vedere microbiologic \u2013 pur\u0103\u201d, care izvor\u0103\u0219te din vulcanul stins din Roccamonte, adic\u0103 de aici, din Campania. Procesul s\u0103u de filtrare natural\u0103 dureaz\u0103 zece ani, perioad\u0103 \u00een care se \u00eembog\u0103\u021be\u0219te cu s\u0103rurile minerale care \u00eei dau savoarea distinct\u0103. De\u0219i avem Poiana Negri \u00een dou\u0103 variante, botezate \u0219\u0103galnic \u201eApriga\u201d \u0219i \u201eCump\u0103tata\u201d, nu i-am ajuns totu\u0219i pe italieni, \u00eemi spun amintindu-mi de reclama concis\u0103 de pe eticheta buteliei de doi litri a apei dornene. C\u0103l\u0103toria dureaz\u0103 o or\u0103 \u0219i jum\u0103tate, cu o oprire la Procida, cea de-a treia insul\u0103 din Golful Neapole, care mi-l evoc\u0103 nea\u0219teptat pe Boccaccio, nu doar \u00eentre personalit\u0103\u021bile care au c\u0103utat \u00een Ischia binefacerile apelor termale, ci \u0219i \u00eenot\u0103tor multe nop\u021bi, prin eroul s\u0103u, Gianni, poate c\u0103 a f\u0103cut-o \u0219i aievea \u00een tinere\u021bea sa napolitan\u0103, de la Procida la Ischia, la iubita sa Restituta, c\u00e2t s\u0103-i mai priveasc\u0103 o dat\u0103 m\u0103car zidurile locuin\u021bei, \u0219i \u00eenapoi acas\u0103. Acest drum prin Tirenian\u0103, din nuvela a \u0219asea a celei de-a cincea zile din \u201eDecameronul\u201d, mi s-a p\u0103rut o dovad\u0103 de dragoste chiar mai puternic\u0103 dec\u00e2t rug\u0103mintea de mai t\u00e2rziu, din Sicilia, c\u00e2nd, lega\u021bi spate \u00een spate \u00eenainte de a fi ar\u0219i de vii, Gianni implor\u0103 s\u0103 fie \u00eentors cu fa\u021ba spre Restituta, ca \u00een pragul mor\u021bii s\u0103 aib\u0103 consolarea chipului ei dr\u0103g\u0103la\u0219.
\n\"\"


\n Leti\u021bia VLADISLAV<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Era var\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

un nume asculta
\nultimul apel
\ndep\u0103rtarea p\u00e2n\u0103 la moarte
\np\u0103rea la cinci minute
\nplimbare pe jos
\nera var\u0103
\nfrica din ochi
\nardea ca fluturii
\nce se aruncau \u00een lumin\u0103
\nlacrimile
\ncobor\u00e2ser\u0103 \u00een inim\u0103
\ns\u0103 nu-i pot citi
\ndisperarea
\nera var\u0103
\ncu pumnul str\u00e2ns
\nsparg albastrul
\npas\u0103re alb\u0103
\npunctul cu aripi
\nse rupsese \u00een mine.<\/p>\n


\nTimp spart<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een calendarele apocalipsei
\np\u0103s\u0103rile \u00ee\u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103 altfel plec\u0103rile
\nnicio not\u0103
\ndespre \u021b\u0103rile visate
\nacum se prefer\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00e2nerea acas\u0103
\nnisipul din trestie de zah\u0103r
\nsub t\u0103lpile b\u0103tr\u00e2nilor
\nce m\u0103soar\u0103 orele cu pa\u0219ii
\nvisez cu ochii deschi\u0219i
\nminunile unei lumi pe care niciodat\u0103 nu am
\nputut-o cunoa\u0219te
\n\u00een duplicitatea ei
\nfiecare diminea\u021b\u0103
\npoate fi ultima
\nalbumele \u00eeng\u0103lbenite
\nse poart\u0103 la micul dejun
\ninhalez \u00een aerul s\u0103rat
\nmirosul teilor de pe Kiseleff Road
\n\u0219i pieptul mamei.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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