{"id":19708,"date":"2022-11-23T14:30:18","date_gmt":"2022-11-23T11:30:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19708"},"modified":"2022-11-23T14:30:18","modified_gmt":"2022-11-23T11:30:18","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-27-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19708","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 27 (10)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Alain Bosquet<\/strong>
\n (1919-1998)
\n\"\"

Cuv\u00e2ntul prin cuv\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poemu-i cel ce-n mine poemul meu \u00eel scrie.
\nCuv\u00e2ntu-i totdeauna de-un alt cuv\u00e2nt iscat.
\nNu-s sigur c\u0103 \u00eemi este fiin\u021ba mai pustie,
\nDar locataru-acesta \u00eemi vrea gestionat<\/p>\n

De el \u00eentregul spa\u021biu vital, ba chiar m\u0103 ceart\u0103
\nDe c\u00e2te ori m\u0103 aflu pe punctul de-a gre\u0219i
\n\u0218i poate c\u0103-n str\u0103funduri \u00eei fac o alt\u0103 soart\u0103,
\nIar el o s\u0103 m\u0103 ierte de toate \u00eentr-o zi.<\/p>\n

Noi doi vom fi un cuplu perfect; zburd\u0103lnicia
\nDin suflet o s\u0103-mi fie, prin grija-i, temperat\u0103
\nC\u0103ci el are oroare s\u0103-aud\u0103 melodia
\nDe cineva c\u00e2ntat\u0103 cu voce tremolat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Drept scuze nu accept\u0103 pove\u0219ti t\u00e2nguitoare;
\nCuv\u00e2ntul ce decide \u00een toate-i doar al lui.
\nG\u00e2ndirea mea \u00een fa\u021ba-i putere nu mai are
\n\u0218i nici de dat cu zarul \u00een preajma-i vorba nu-i.<\/p>\n

Pentru poem sunt numai scheleteul inutil
\nCe-ntr-un lin\u021boliu poate s-ar odihni mai bine.
\nEl e adult ce poate redeveni copil,
\nPeninsul\u0103 \u0219i floare \u0219i zumzet de albine.<\/p>\n

\u021ai-am spus cam tot, Poete! R\u0103m\u00e2ne s\u0103 visez
\nC\u0103-mi pot sfida chiar dreptul de-a visa.
\nPoemul f\u0103r\u0103 mine \u00ee\u0219i este-n mine crez
\n\u0218i-\u0219i e dezm\u0103\u021b de care departe eu voi sta.<\/p>\n


\n Elogiu rimei<\/strong><\/p>\n

O, Doamne, m\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b de rim\u0103,
\nsilab\u0103 cu silab\u0103 \u0219i cu inima grea
\nprecum de locul s\u0103u de crim\u0103
\nasasinul, eu unul sunt prea<\/p>\n

mult de servitu\u021bi felurite strivit
\ns\u0103 cred c\u0103 stihul m\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 orbe\u0219te;
\npoate-i invers c\u0103ci sunt un ipocrit
\nde c\u00e2nd instinctul nu m\u0103 mai sluje\u0219te,<\/p>\n

ci-i dependent de nebunia care
\nmi-mpune ea ce vorbe-i se n\u0103zar
\npentru c\u0103 dictatura ei e-n floare
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fi avut \u0219i eu habar<\/p>\n

o tuie \u0219i-un brad se prezint\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie nevoie, usca\u021bi;
\neroarea n-o s\u0103 se dezmint\u0103
\nc-au fost de ea \u00eemprumuta\u021bi<\/p>\n

datorit\u0103 lor \u00eenc\u0103 vivotez,
\ncolportor, artizan \u0219i escroc;
\ncomit litote, uneori fabulez
\n\u0219i nu m\u0103 las cru\u021bat deloc<\/p>\n

de ele care-mi sunt natur\u0103
\nc\u0103 nu m\u0103 recunosc nici eu
\n\u0219i-adev\u0103rata fire-i dur\u0103,
\niar birul fericirii-i tare greu<\/p>\n

except\u00e2nd pagina din carte
\ncare surprinde un av\u00e2nt
\nde pas\u0103re ce-mi face parte
\nde nemurire prin cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n


\n O fat\u0103 \u00eei vorbe\u0219te poetului<\/strong>
\n -sonet-<\/p>\n

Eu nu pot fi la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea ta, e clar.
\nTu reg\u00e2nde\u0219ti universul, sau cel pu\u021bin c\u0103r\u021bile tale reu\u0219esc
\n s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eemping\u0103 spre un
\n azur s\u0103lbatic \u0219i nebun.
\nDe c\u00e2nd eram pu\u0219toaic\u0103 mi sa spus s\u0103 te iubesc<\/p>\n

pentru \u00een\u021belepciunea ta sau pentru for\u021ba cuvintelor tale.
\nScriu: e r\u00e2ndul meu, \u0219i c\u00e2teodat\u0103 \u00eemi corectezi poemele.
\nGratitudinea, \u0219tiu: dac\u0103 a\u0219a ceva poate s\u0103 te-amuze,
\n eu \u00ee\u021bi ofer s\u00e2nii mei,<\/p>\n

\u0219oldul meu \u0219i aceast\u0103 piele care eman\u0103 oarece voluptate,
\npretind prietenii,
\nde ce s\u0103 te deranjeze ceva ce mocne\u0219te – un fel de m\u00e2ncare comun –<\/p>\n

creierul meu de pas\u0103re?
\n Vino cu mine, e mai simplu:
\nacolo unde s-au b\u0103l\u0103cit at\u00e2\u021bia b\u0103rba\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 dragoste, eu p\u0103strez un col\u021b
\n pentru un poet care \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219te<\/p>\n


\n Spectacol<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu sunt dec\u00e2t un mare circ \u00een faliment. Fiarele mele
\nrefuz\u0103 s\u0103 mai sar\u0103 prin cercul de foc.
\nDresorii sunt \u00een grev\u0103 \u0219i clovnii-s obosi\u021bi.
\nSpectacolul totu\u0219i continu\u0103, publicul <\/p>\n

\u0219tiind c\u0103 \u00een ultimul act se devor\u0103 un poet
\nori c\u0103, aburcat pe trapez, se zdrobe\u0219te
\nspre-a se-auzi aplaudat. Intrare gratuit\u0103-n seara asta
\neu o s\u0103-\u021bi spun, mul\u021bime imbecil\u0103, cu <\/p>\n

c\u00e2t o zebr\u0103-i mai de\u0219teapt\u0103 dec\u00e2t tine. Voi lansa
\n\u00een pieptul pumnale-adev\u0103rate, \u00een timp ce
\ncortu-o s\u0103 cad\u0103: cin\u2019\u0219\u2019pe sau dou\u0103zeci de mor\u021bi,<\/p>\n

aceasta \u00eemi e r\u0103zbunarea. Mai r\u0103m\u00e2n
\npentru osp\u0103\u021bul tigrului \u0219i al \u0219erpilor cu clopo\u021bei
\nc\u00e2\u021biva copii durdulii \u0219i-ntru totul cumin\u021bi.<\/p>\n


\n Plictis<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt prost dispus. Lumea-i ur\u00e2t\u0103. Dac\u0103-ar voi
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenvioreze, Iisus, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi fac\u0103 tam-tam,
\nar cobor\u00ee de pe cruce. M\u0103 \u00eenv\u00e2rtesc \u00een jurul lui,
\nsf\u00e2nt prieten b\u0103tr\u00e2n: ne \u00een\u021belegem mai mult din priviri.<\/p>\n

Ce autobuz ar vrea s\u0103 ia? La Montparnasse
\nTe plictise\u0219ti cel mai pu\u021bin. Cred c-a \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit.
\nBem un pastis \u0219i-nc\u0103 unul; el e m\u00e2ndru,
\nDe stigmatele sale: de ce nu? \u00cel chestionez <\/p>\n

Asupra mor\u021bii \u0219i problemelor survenite apoi.
\nSchimb\u0103m bistroul, comand\u0103m un whisky.
\nEl discut\u0103 politic\u0103; s\u0103 evadez din timpul meu <\/p>\n

ar fi nostim. Dup\u0103 o or\u0103 sau dou\u0103
\n\u00eel prind iar \u00een cuie pe sc\u00e2ndura-i putred\u0103.
\nEu \u0219i Iisus, n-avem s\u0103 ne spunem nimic.<\/p>\n


\n Poetul ca mobil\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetul apar\u021bine obiectelor casnice.
\n\u00cel g\u0103se\u0219ti printre foarfeci de pomi, pneuri,
\nrobinete, cuie: etajul trei, pe st\u00e2nga
\n\u00een marile magazine, unde e disponibil <\/p>\n

la pre\u021buri acceptabile. To\u021bi \u0219efii de raion
\n\u00eei cunosc folosirea. O bro\u0219ur\u0103 albastr\u0103
\n\u00eei laud\u0103 calit\u0103\u021bile. Ocup\u0103 loc pu\u021bin:
\nun metru cub, cel mult, \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

Modelul curent consum\u0103 p\u00e2ine uscat\u0103
\ncu o litr\u0103 de vin. \u00centr-o zi de suferin\u021b\u0103
\nsau de nenorocire, el poate face mari servicii <\/p>\n

c\u0103ci specialitatea lui e un aer de prim\u0103var\u0103
\nirezistibil \u0219i bl\u00e2nd, pulverizat pe pere\u021bi,
\n\u00een ma\u0219ina de sp\u0103lat, pe re\u0219ou, \u00een pubel\u0103.<\/p>\n


\n Frecventam c\u00e2ndva…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Frecventam c\u00e2ndva, sub albele faleze
\n din
\nNormandia, un lupanar
\ncu-acoperi\u0219 de stuf, curat ca un ban,
\n care se numea << \nLa \u00eent\u00e2lnirea turturelelor>>.<\/p>\n

Doar florile erau impudice aici
\nc\u0103ci fetele simulau inocen\u021ba,
\n\u00een ciuda m\u00e2inilor experte.
\n\u00cent\u00e2lneam aici armatori
\n\u0219i oameni ai legii.
\nUn specialist \u00een lemn pre\u021bios
\nAvea pentru acaj\u00f9 mii de tandre\u021bi.
\nUn zarzavagiu era furnizorul
\n Cur\u021bii
\n din
\n Viena.
\n <>, ad\u0103uga el.
\n Fifi citea un roman parfumat.
\n Bulg\u0103re
\n f\u0103r\u0103
\n Seu visa un lung voiaj
\n p\u00e2n\u0103 la
\n Siam.<\/p>\n

Clara zicea:
\n << aceast\u0103\n Emma\n Bovary \ne lipsit\u0103 de clas\u0103. \n femeile de treab\u0103 nu se sinucid >>.<\/p>\n

Mai exist\u0103 faleze,
\n sau vrea
\n Normandia,
\nsau case unde se discut\u0103,
\np\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een zori, despre dragoste?<\/p>\n


\nPloaie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 \u00een
\nBarcelona \u0219i Europa se sufoc\u0103 precum un kilogram de fructe \u00eentr-o saco\u0219\u0103 prea str\u00e2ns\u0103
\n Plou\u0103 \u00een
\nLiverpool \u0219i Europa este putred\u0103 ca un vapor ros de-un popor de \u0219obolani<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 \u00een
\nMagdebourg \u0219i Europa se \u00eenchide aidoma cancerosului pentru a se sp\u00e2nzura de tavan
\n Plou\u0103 \u00een
\nBucure\u0219ti \u0219i Europa se exileaz\u0103 ca un r\u00e2u ce nu va mai ajunge p\u00e2n\u0103 la mare<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 \u00een
\nCopenhaga \u0219i prin\u021bii din Europa \u0219i-au \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat craniul cu propriile lor m\u00e2ini.
\n Plou\u0103 \u00een
\n Syracuza \u0219i
\n Sicilia moare<\/p>\n

cu Estramadura \u0219i
\n Courlanda mov<\/p>\n

\u0219i
\n Toscana molcom\u0103 \u0219i Sco\u021bia posomor\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 \u00een
\n Amsterdam, plou\u0103 \u00een
\n Salamanca.<\/p>\n


\nMic poem<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mic poem la st\u00e2nga.
\nMic\u0103 proz\u0103 la dreapta.
\nCuv\u00e2nd piezi\u0219.
\nCuv\u00e2nt exact ca un cerc
\n\u00een m\u0103r.
\nFraz\u0103 care se deschide.
\nFraz\u0103 care se \u00eenchide
\npentru a reflecta sau a face mutre.
\nAdjective amicale
\nca ni\u0219te clovni \u00eentr-o gar\u0103.
\nAdjective b\u0103nuitoare
\nca ni\u0219te comedieni
\n\u00een fa\u021ba unei s\u0103li de orbi.
\nO, tu, verbal\u0103 pe via\u021b\u0103,
\nvie p\u00e2n\u0103 la proximul verb!<\/p>\n


\nTrompa elefantului<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trompa elefantului
\nE pentru a aduna arahide:
\nNu-i nevoie s\u0103 se s\u0103rute.
\nG\u00e2tul girafei
\nE pentru a pa\u0219te stelele:
\nNu-i nevoie s\u0103 zboare.
\nPielea cameleonului,
\nVerde, albastr\u0103, mov, alb\u0103,
\nDup\u0103 voia ei
\nE pentru a se ascunde de animalele vorace:
\nNu-i nevoie s\u0103 fug\u0103.
\nCarapacea \u021bestoasei
\nE pentru a dormi \u00een ea
\nChiar \u0219i iarna:
\nNu-i nevoie de cas\u0103.
\nPoemele poetului
\nSunt pentru a spune toate astea
\n\u0218i mii \u0219i mii \u0219i mii de alte lucruri:
\nNu-i nevoie s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi.<\/p>\n

Traduceri de<\/em> Ion Ro\u0219ioru<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Alain Bosquet (1919-1998) Cuv\u00e2ntul prin cuv\u00e2nt Poemu-i cel ce-n mine poemul meu \u00eel scrie. Cuv\u00e2ntu-i totdeauna de-un alt cuv\u00e2nt iscat.<\/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\/19708"}],"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=19708"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19708\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19710,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19708\/revisions\/19710"}],"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=19708"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=19708"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=19708"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}