{"id":19896,"date":"2022-12-20T15:57:11","date_gmt":"2022-12-20T12:57:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19896"},"modified":"2022-12-20T15:57:11","modified_gmt":"2022-12-20T12:57:11","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-26-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19896","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 26 (8)"},"content":{"rendered":"

LEONS BRIEDIS<\/strong>
\n\"\"

POEME<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\nDescul\u0163\u0103 \u015fi-n od\u0103jdii albe
\nnoaptea pe drum a trecut,
\n\u00eenchin\u00e2ndu-se caselor dalbe
\nca pelerinul necunoscut .<\/p>\n

Prin\u015fi de-a somnului mreaj\u0103
\nnu \u015ftim lumina lini\u015ftii de-acas\u0103 .
\nDoar luna peste codri vegheaz\u0103
\n\u015fi p\u00e2inea rotund\u0103 pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nOASPETE NOCTURN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt oaspete nocturn \u00een lumea asta –
\nun fluture cu aripe de v\u00e2nt
\nt\u0103ind r\u0103coarea serii c\u0103tre creasta
\nluminilor, \u00een tain\u0103 lic\u0103rind;
\nun fream\u0103t ne\u015ftiut mai \u00eenainte
\nce moare, de-l exprimi \u00een vechi cuvinte.
\n… Un dor nest\u0103vilit, topit \u00een scrum
\nce-n z\u0103ri se risipe\u015fte ca un fum.<\/p>\n


\nLUPTA CE-A TRECUT<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu c\u00e2t mai larg e z\u00e2mbetul pe buze
\ncu at\u00e2t mai singur sunt pe zi ce trece.
\nStau l\u00e2ng\u0103 zidul lanului de gr\u00e2u
\n\u00eenfierb\u00e2ntat de asfin\u0163itul rece,
\nsub bolta ruginind\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere
\nc\u00e2nd vara c\u0103tre toamn\u0103 se \u00eenclin\u0103.
\nO lini\u015fte, ad\u00e2nc\u0103, glacial\u0103
\ne, ca lichenii, peste tot st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103
\n\u00een ora ce nimic nu mai promite
\n\u015fi toate-s hot\u0103r\u00e2te mai demult. <\/p>\n

… C\u00e2nd singur ca soldatu-ng\u00e2ndurat
\nmai stau de straj\u0103-n lupta ce-a trecut.<\/p>\n


\nOGLINZILE ZILELOR<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oglinzi ad\u00e2nci sunt zilele-mi ce trec –
\npure \u015fi transparente, neclintite;
\n\u015fi-n ritmurile inimii – \u015ftiute
\n\u015fi-at\u00e2ta de str\u0103ine – le petrec.
\nCi \u00eenainte fa\u0163a s\u0103-mi r\u0103nesc
\nde cioburile luminilor t\u0103ioase,
\ngust cu nesa\u0163 fiece clip\u0103 aleas\u0103
\nprecum un fraged m\u0103r, nep\u0103m\u00e2ntesc.<\/p>\n

Pe drumul meu – cosa\u015fi \u015fi libelule
\nv\u00e2slesc spre \u0163\u0103rmul unde azi sunt plin
\nde nesf\u00e2r\u015fire ca de-un aspru chin;
\n\u015fi o triste\u0163e-ad\u00e2nc\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 nume
\nm\u0103-ncoroneaz\u0103. E un \u00eenceput
\nal unei noi iubiri, c\u00e2nd am pierdut
\no dragoste care nicic\u00e2nd n-apune.<\/p>\n


\nCINEVA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt clipe, ale tale-s, trec str\u0103ine
\ninsesizabile, t\u0103cute, te-ntristeaz\u0103;
\nva fi mai greu s\u0103 le descoperi m\u00e2ne –
\nca stelele-s, c\u00e2nd stinse, lumineaz\u0103
\n\u015fi vor luci c\u00e2nd nu vei fi pe lume;
\ndar cine fericirea ar gusta
\nc\u00e2nd Cineva, ca \u00eengerul de paz\u0103
\nchiar Domnului de veghe \u00eei va sta
\nc\u00e2nd el va disp\u0103rea precum o raz\u0103?
\n\u015ei Ve\u015fnicia, mam\u0103-ndurerat\u0103,
\n\u0163in\u00e2ndu-l pe genunchi va-ndep\u0103rta
\nde pe obrazu-i lacrima s\u0103rat\u0103
\nde parc\u0103-ar \u015fterge-o de pe fa\u0163a mea.<\/p>\n


\nNATUR\u0102 MOART\u0102 F\u0102R\u0102 TINE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au a\u0163ipit \u00een g\u00e2rbovele umbre
\nfagii plini de n\u0103me\u0163i argintii;
\nurme de schi, de-un scrum alb\u0103strui, sumbre
\nlent \u00eentoarn\u0103 spre case pustii
\nascunse pe str\u00e2mbe ulicioare
\ndup\u0103 garduri putrede de lemn.<\/p>\n

R\u00e2ul \u015ferpuind pe zare
\nca o zg\u00e2rietur\u0103, un semn,
\nprin tuf\u0103ri\u015ful rar pare
\no ven\u0103 a bol\u0163ii umflat\u0103.<\/p>\n

De cealalt\u0103 parte ora\u015ful apare
\nplin de fum, \u00eentr-o larm\u0103 ciudat\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00cen acest peisaj t\u0103cut, vestejit
\nf\u0103r\u0103 tine totu-i trist, ne\u00eensemnat.
\n… De parc\u0103-n fiin\u0163a ta, chinuit,
\npor\u0163i un prunc mort, ne-nhumat.<\/p>\n


\nAT\u00c2T DE GINGA\u015e<\/strong><\/p>\n

… omul se desprinde at\u00e2t de ginga\u015f de lume,
\na\u015fa cum pruncul, cresc\u00e2nd,
\nse desprinde de s\u00e2nul mamei (R.M.Rilke)<\/p>\n

\u2026 ce ginga\u015f
\nne desprindem
\nde iubire
\n\u00een lumea asta –
\nnesf\u00e2r\u015firea ei,
\na celei care-n dorurile noastre
\nad\u00e2nci, nelini\u015ftite, peste fire
\nmai p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie, ca un amurg \u00een codri,
\n\u015fi sumbru, \u015fi iradiind sc\u00e2ntei;
\niar ceea ce-i
\netern
\n\u00een firea noastr\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd s\u00e2ngele fierbinte ne domin\u0103
\n\u015fi vocea lui \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103
\nne adast\u0103
\nca-n mreaja deas\u0103-a sim\u0163urilor pline
\ns\u0103 ne arunce brusc \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103
\nca pe stejari b\u0103tr\u00e2ni
\nce \u015fi-au unit
\nstr\u00e2ns trunchiurile \u00eempietrite-n
\nvreme,
\nca dou\u0103 firi ad\u00e2nci ce s-au iubit
\n\u00eenainte ca iubire s\u0103 se cheme
\nce ginga\u015f \u015fi divin e
\npeste vreme…<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103:<\/em> VALERIU MATEI<\/strong><\/p>\n


\n Daniel DR\u0102GAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Nocturn\u0103 11<\/strong><\/p>\n

La ceas de suprem\u0103 singur\u0103tate
\naerul pr\u0103bu\u015fit dospea cu flori de m\u0103r
\nnu era el nu era ea. Doar noaptea
\n\u015fi mai discret dec\u00e2t noaptea nimic.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 12<\/strong><\/p>\n

De unde vii? Unde te duci?
\nMerg la p\u0103durea de nuci
\nIa-m\u0103 cu tine s\u0103 m\u0103 furi s\u0103 m\u0103 duci
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 pierzi \u00een p\u0103durea de nuci.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 13<\/strong><\/p>\n

A t\u0103cut \u015fi ultimul greier
\ng\u00e2zele dorm \u00eentre nervurile frunzelor
\npacea se a\u015feaz\u0103 cuminte
\ndoarme sub o raz\u0103 de lun\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 14<\/strong><\/p>\n

Picur\u0103-n stre\u015fini \u00eentrerupte t\u0103ceri
\nmantia nop\u0163ii e ud\u0103.
\nCa un lin\u0163oliu peste ziua de ieri
\nbolta cereasc\u0103 asud\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 15<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nunta\u015fii \u00eenc\u0103 petrec
\n\u0163op\u0103ie \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103 cu brio
\nprintre orele gr\u0103bite ce trec
\nnoaptea c\u00e2nd se crap\u0103 de ziu\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 16<\/strong><\/p>\n

A nins.
\nFocul \u00een vatr\u0103 s-a stins.
\nMinutarele bat pasul pe loc.
\nCiobanul tremur\u0103 sub cojoc.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 17<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t de la Orion la Cassiopeia
\npovestea \u00een care se-nf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 femeia
\nse furi\u015feaz\u0103 la tine \u00een inim\u0103 d\u0103-i
\ntoate cele patru od\u0103i.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 18<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen crisalida bl\u00e2nd\u0103 de argint
\nUn fluture prudent a\u015fteapt\u0103 clipa
\nC\u00e2nd s\u0103 desfac\u0103 slobod \u015fi umid
\nC\u0103tre gr\u0103dina-rai \u00eencet aripa.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 19<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103
\nFrunzi\u015ful t\u00e2n\u0103r \u015fi trece
\nLa iarb\u0103, la pietri\u015ful m\u0103runt
\n\u015ei se duce odihnit\u0103 \u015fi rece.<\/p>\n


\nNocturn\u0103 20<\/strong><\/p>\n

Scaunul acesta \u015fi lampa
\n\u015ei c\u0103r\u0163ile cu destinul lor incert
\nNucul din curte, leag\u0103nul
\nInsolite \u00eemi vor supravie\u0163ui. \u015ei le iert!<\/p>\n


\nDEBUT <\/strong><\/p>\n

Rodica DRAGOMIR<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Habar n-am de ce anume mai am habar<\/strong><\/p>\n

am impresia c\u0103 am mai v\u0103zut oameni tri\u015fti \u015fi alt\u0103 dat\u0103 altundeva oriunde pretutindeni dar ca aici, \u00een mine, ba. Ascun\u015fi colo, \u00een spatele pov\u00e2rni\u015fului nisipos al ideilor m\u0103runte sau coco\u0163a\u0163i pe crestele ve\u015ftejite ale idealurilor tale, mam\u0103, nicidecum ale mele, stau ei, oamenii din care m-ai pl\u0103m\u0103dit, oamenii seci-intrinseci, oamenii ralucofagi, oamenii lipitori cu capetele colc\u0103ind de cea\u0163a l\u0103ptoas\u0103 \u015fi cu miros acru de sarcofag. mai bine m\u0103 f\u0103ceai, mam\u0103, dintr-o bucat\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nObrajii copiilor mei vor mirosi a mu\u015fe\u0163el<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva \u015ftia s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 a-\u015fi toci coatele-n sp\u0103tar \u015fi c\u0103u\u015ful palmelor \u00een b\u0103rbie.
\nAduna grimase, must\u0103celi, r\u00e2njete neinspirate \u015fi le pocnea \u00eentre buze.
\n\u00ce\u015fi purta p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi sufletul pe dinafar\u0103 \u00een serile de dup\u0103 ploaie,
\ns\u0103 prind\u0103 miros de \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 primenit\u0103,
\nde gr\u00e2ne rumene,
\nde plopi zgribuli\u0163i
\n\u015fi lun\u0103 amar\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nLa m\u00eame sort de sourire idiot<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-am t\u0103iat p\u0103rul cu team\u0103
\nCu buricele degetelor fiecare fir
\nL-am adunat apoi
\n\u015ei cu emo\u0163ie peren\u0103
\nAm \u00eempletit coada \u00eenghesuit\u0103,
\nAsudat\u0103,
\nCeau\u015feasc\u0103
\nDin fa\u0163a buticului.<\/p>\n

Auzisem ca \u0163i-ai scos amintirile
\nLa un t\u00e2rg de vechituri
\n\u015ei spasmodic\u0103,
\nCu tricoul \u00eeng\u0103lbenit
\n(p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi \u00eemi ajungea atunci)
\n\u015ei doar cu o \u015foset\u0103 \u00een piciorul st\u00e2ng
\nAm alergat \u00eenfrigurat\u0103
\nS\u0103 cump\u0103r niscaiva
\nPentru serile ce cro\u015feteaz\u0103 nop\u0163i albe
\nSau pentru dimine\u0163ile \u00eencerc\u0103nate de repulsie
\n\u015ei dor
\nC\u00e2nd cu g\u00e2ndul la tine
\n\u00cemi aprind o \u0163igar\u0103 \u015fi scrumez
\n\u00cen cea\u015fca de cafea
\nPentru c\u0103 nu-\u0163i pot citi povestea
\nTrecutul,
\nViitorul,
\nDoar \u00een za\u0163.<\/p>\n

Uitasem atunci
\nC\u0103 aveam p\u0103rul ciuntit,
\nC\u0103 nu eram epilat\u0103,
\nC\u0103 nu l\u0103sasem m\u00e2ncare pisicilor,
\nC\u0103 u\u015fa r\u0103m\u0103sese deschis\u0103 \u00een urma mea
\n\u015ei portofelul oricum era gol.
\nCum dar,
\nAjuns\u0103 la tejghea,
\nS\u0103-\u0163i cump\u0103r amintirile
\n\u00cenghesuite cu at\u00e2ta grea\u0163\u0103
\n\u00cen cutii de pantofi?
\nS\u0103-mi cump\u0103r amintirile,
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 cump\u0103r…
\nM\u0103car secven\u0163a ,,cu capul \u00eenainte”
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 sibel-izez \u00een ritm de THC,
\nS\u0103 \u00eenghit ciupercu\u0163e
\n\u015ei s\u0103 prind r\u0103d\u0103cini
\n\u00cen cutiile scoase la mezat.
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 divid
\n\u015ei cu z\u00e2mbetul p\u00e2n\u0103 la urechi
\nS\u0103 adun chacun souvenir
\nAvec une nymphette
\nQui autrefois
\n\u00ce\u0163i z\u00e2mbea
\nPeuresement.<\/p>\n


\nObi\u015fnuiai s\u0103 m\u0103 ningi<\/strong><\/p>\n

A nins cu flori peste mine
\nPetale rogvaiv \u00een dans nocturn
\nRegina nop\u0163ii-\u015fi sufla psihotropele secre\u0163ii
\nPrin n\u0103rile pistilului
\nPrea orgasmizat de copula\u0163ia fanteziilor noastre
\nPentru a se mai ridica odat’
\n\u00cen dansul ielelor lor.<\/p>\n

A nins cu verde peste mine,
\nCu galben \u015fi maro,
\nSemin\u0163ele b\u0103leau firele de p\u0103r
\nCu uleiul extravirgin
\nUltravirgin,
\nNiciodat\u0103 virgin iar\u0103.
\nUlei de prim\u0103 m\u00e2n\u0103
\nSingura m\u00e2n\u0103
\nCe mi-a atins copiii nen\u0103scu\u0163i
\nCu at\u00e2ta misopedie patriarhal\u0103.<\/p>\n

A nins cu pic\u0103turi uscate
\nBulbuci colora\u0163i de arahnide puturoase.
\nPe c\u0103rarea dintre casele tale mamaie
\nAm lunecat pe linia vie\u0163ii
\nAm c\u0103zut mamaie cu capul de papucii t\u0103i de plastic
\nAm \u00eenchis ochii
\nI-am deschis \u00een mine
\n\u015ei te-am v\u0103zut mamaie
\nIar
\nPe prisp\u0103.
\n\u015eedeai mamaie cum f\u0103ceai odat’
\nCu \u015for\u0163ul plin de pete
\nCu picioarele cr\u0103pate mamaie
\n\u015ei \u00eencrustate de \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103.
\nMiroseai a gogo\u015fi
\n\u015ei m\u0103 l\u0103sai s\u0103-\u0163i \u00eempletesc p\u0103rul
\nCoama,
\nVisul,
\nSoarta.
\nM\u0103 s\u0103rutai mamaie
\n\u015ei-mi spuneai
\n,,Rado” .<\/p>\n

A nins cu b\u0103rbi aspre peste mine
\nCu guri fertile,
\nIdei clocite in capete pletoase,
\nG\u00e2nduri necurate,
\nGlosolalii t\u00e2mpite.
\n\u015ei degete aspre r\u00e2mau printre coastele mele.
\nTe g\u0103seau pe tine acolo
\nSe speriau \u015fi fl\u0103m\u00e2nde
\nM\u0103 smulgeau dintre cear\u015fafurile \u00eemb\u00e2csite
\n\u015ei m\u0103 suflau potrivnic
\n\u00cen carcasa compartimentului
\nDis-de-diminea\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

A nins cu s\u0103lcii apoase.
\n\u00cemi prindeam m\u00e2\u0163i\u015fori \u00een p\u0103r.
\nPorumbeii-mi ciuguleau timiditatea din palm\u0103
\n\u015ei-mi g\u0103in\u0103\u0163au dorin\u0163e spuzite de dor
\nPeste umeri.
\nRidicam uimit\u0103 din ei
\nC\u0103ci nu \u015ftiam atunci
\nDe ce ninsoarea
\nSe anun\u0163a stearp\u0103
\nPeste mine
\nF\u0103r\u0103 tine
\nAcum. <\/p>\n


\nGrimase.<\/strong><\/p>\n

De mult,
\nc\u00e2nd merele cre\u015fteau \u00een copaci
\n\u015fi ou\u0103le \u00een cuibar,
\nc\u00e2nd c\u0103ru\u0163ele colbuiau uli\u0163a
\niar zilele \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentorceau \u00eenserarea cu burta \u00een sus
\n\u015fi torceau miros de salc\u00e2mi \u015fi tuf\u0103nele,
\nc\u00e2nd ora exact\u0103 suna exact la aceea\u015fi or\u0103
\n\u00een acelea\u015fi difuzoare din acelea\u015fi tinde,
\nc\u00e2nd prispele ridicau \u00een sl\u0103vi picioarele descul\u0163e
\niar in p\u0103m\u00e2nt nu era \u00eengropat dec\u00e2t vinul
\nEa \u00ee\u015fi t\u0103ia buzunare nev\u0103zute \u00een carne
\n\u015fi le umplea cu mirosuri.<\/p>\n

,,Pentru zilele ce au s\u0103 vie,
\npentru nop\u0163ile cu iasomie(…)”<\/p>\n

Iubirea avea atunci gust de porumb
\n\u015fi lapte b\u0103tut
\niar frumuse\u0163ea se m\u0103sura-n desimea ierbii
\n\u015fi bulbucii pic\u0103turilor de ploaie,
\n\u00een cl\u0103bucul s\u0103punului de cas\u0103
\n\u015fi fr\u0103gezimea dimine\u0163ilor cu soare.<\/p>\n

R\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, f\u00e2nt\u00e2nile au secat.
\nC\u0103ld\u0103rile au prins cochilii de amintiri mumificate
\niar cear\u015fafurile s-au sp\u00e2nzurat singure
\nde mor\u0163ii tra\u015fi \u00een poze.
\nC\u0103ldura viselor de mult uitate
\ns-a ag\u0103\u0163at de p\u00e2nzele p\u0103ianjenilor b\u0103tr\u00e2ni
\n\u015fi \u015fi-a ascuns capul sub arip\u0103,
\nprin poduri.
\nDe acolo mai cotcod\u0103ce\u015fte c\u00e2te un d\u00e9j\u00e0-vu miop
\n\u00een zilele de grani\u0163\u0103 dintre anotimpuri
\nsau la prima ninsoare,
\nodat\u0103 cu transhuman\u0163a melancoliei.<\/p>\n

Prea t\u00e2rziu \u00ee\u0163i dai seama c\u0103 nu ai nevoie de ochelari
\n\u015fi nici consult oftalmologic la doctorul de copil\u0103rii uitate
\nori cositor turnat \u00een cre\u015ftet.
\n\u00cenchizi larg ochii \u015fi \u00een\u0163elegi.
\n\u015ei auzi.
\n\u015ei miro\u015fi.
\n\u015ei atunci nu mai e de mult acum. <\/p>\n


\n Marius MANTA<\/strong>
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Cuv\u00e2ntul \u015fi Toiagul de foc<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mereu m-au bucurat \u00eent\u00e2lnirile nefor\u0163ate! Nu sunt construit pentru a scrie la comand\u0103. Nici dintr-o datorie prost \u00een\u0163eleas\u0103! Drept pentru care, de multe ori am fost taxat a fi de-a dreptul necomunicativ; am fost privit drept un ins c\u0103ruia nu \u00eei sunt pe plac nici \u015fuetele literare \u2013 ce fericire! Nefiind totu\u015fi deloc vreun specimen retractil, accept cu destul de mare u\u015furin\u0163\u0103 numele noi, cele care vin direct cu acel gen de bucurie ce nu poate fi simulat\u0103. Atunci citesc cu pl\u0103cere! Inten\u0163ionez s\u0103 m\u0103rturisesc o asemenea \u00eent\u00e2lnire, prilejuit\u0103 de poetul Nicolae Mihai!
\nDe\u015fi activitatea literar\u0103 a domniei sale nu \u0163ine deloc de un plan secundar al liricii rom\u00e2ne\u015fti, recunosc c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 mai zilele trecute nu am avut privilegiul de a-l \u00eent\u00e2lni (desigur, prin intermediul c\u00e2torva dintre volumele sale) pe Ignatie Grecu. Pentru cei care probabil se vor fi afl\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 sub semnul aceleia\u015fi nedumeriri pe care personal am resim\u0163it-o, voi re\u0163ine aici c\u0103 Iordan Grecu, pseudonimul lui Grecu Iordache, s-a n\u0103scut \u00een anul 1952, la Gala\u0163i. Debutul poetic vine odat\u0103 cu antologia \u201ePagini Dun\u0103rene\u201d, Gala\u0163i, 1971. Ulterior, consemn\u0103m apari\u0163ii de for\u0163\u0103 \u00een c\u00e2teva din revistele culturale de prim\u0103 importan\u0163\u0103: \u201eConvorbiri literare\u201d, \u201eLuceaf\u0103rul\u201d, \u201eOpinia studen\u0163easc\u0103\u201d, \u201eSuplimentul Tineretului liber\u201d, \u201eAmfiteatru\u201d, \u201eArge\u015f\u201d, \u201eIcoana din ad\u00e2nc\u201d, \u201eFlac\u0103ra\u201d, \u201eVia\u0163a Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103\u201d, \u201eHic ego\u201d – New York, \u201eDun\u0103rea de Jos\u201d. Volumele de poezie nu sunt nici ele pu\u0163ine: \u201eBucur\u0103-te (poeme)\u201d, Editura \u201eLumin\u0103 din lumin\u0103\u201d, 1992; \u201cMierea singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii (poeme)\u201d, Editura \u201eZidarom\u201d, 1994; \u201cC\u00e2ntec pentru cnemid\u0103 (poem)\u201d, Editura \u201eZidarom\u201d, 1994; \u201cHrisov, aceast\u0103 zi (stihuri)\u201d, Editura \u201eMigdal\u201d – Korod, 1995; \u201cStihurile despre nisip (poeme)\u201d, Editura \u201eSophia\u201d, 2001; \u201cSipetul de tain\u0103 (versuri)\u201d, Editura \u201eAger\u201d, 2004; \u201cArip\u0103 de \u00eenger (versuri)\u201d, Editura \u201eArtemis\u201d, 2006; \u201eLacrimi de m\u0103rgean (rondeluri)\u201d, Editura \u201eArtemis\u201d, 2009.
\nDe\u015fi am citit cu voluptate o bun\u0103 parte dintre acestea, m-am oprit pentru o a doua lectur\u0103 asupra ultimei c\u0103r\u0163i \u2013 \u201eFloare de har\u201d, ap\u0103rut\u0103 \u00een 2012 la Editura \u201eSemne\u201d. Mai ales dinspre \u201eSipetul de tain\u0103\u201d \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 la cel din ultim volum tip\u0103rit, urcu\u015ful liric semnat Ignatie Grecul este evident. Sunt convins, poezia sa \u00ee\u015fi va c\u00e2\u015ftiga un loc bine-meritat \u00een registrele deformate ale unei contemporaneit\u0103\u0163i ce \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 mereu drumul. Poemele lui Ignatie Grecul – \u00een prezent c\u0103lug\u0103r la M\u0103n\u0103stirea Cernica – fac dovada deplin\u0103 a unei duble maturit\u0103\u0163i: din punct de vedere stilistic, asist\u0103m la un spectacol neoclasic \u2013 imaginile artistice surprind o candoare a fiin\u0163\u0103rii \u00eentr-o lume dornic\u0103 de a-\u015fi m\u0103rturisi adev\u0103ratul crez; pe de alt\u0103 parte, se las\u0103 circumscris\u0103 \u00eenalta experien\u0163\u0103 duhovniceasc\u0103 a omului surprins \u00een ipostaza creatoare. Poezia sa este toiag de foc, continu\u0103 \u00een plan uman experierea harului divin. Dac\u0103 majoritatea vocilor lirice \u201ece se poart\u0103\u201d se afl\u0103 \u00een labirint, sunt altfel spus prinse \u00een hrubele mitului, versurile lui Ignatie Grecu declam\u0103 cu \u00eentreit\u0103 bucurie firescul existen\u0163ei. Este o poezie care nu \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 extravagant forma. Bog\u0103\u0163ia de sensuri, temele numeroase, motivele-nucleu sufer\u0103 pe r\u00e2nd un proces de re-semantizare, dimpreun\u0103 contur\u00e2nd datele unei existen\u0163e ce nu cunoa\u015fte nimic artificial.
\nDin \u201eSipetul de tain\u0103\u201d voi scoate, pre\u0163 de c\u00e2teva versuri, tablouri feerice, \u00een tu\u015f\u0103 eminescian\u0103, personificarea \u015fi metafora fiind procedeele stilistice de baz\u0103 \u2013 o alchimie tainic\u0103 a recept\u0103rii: \u201eCu apa genelor s\u0103rat\u0103 \/ Pietri\u015f de c\u00e2ntec am c\u0103rat. \/ Safir \u00een inim\u0103, curat, \/ Tulbur\u0103tor \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 pat\u0103. \/\/ O, pl\u00e2ns al stelei peste lac \/ Din cer ca mirul se pogoar\u0103. \/ \u015ei p\u0103s\u0103ri lini\u015ftite zboar\u0103 \/ \u015ei v\u00e2sle obosite tac. \/\/ \u00cencepe luna s\u0103 apun\u0103 \/ \u00cen mare s\u0103rut\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. \/ \u015ei peste valuri se adun\u0103 \/ Un aur clar precum ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul \/\/ Purtat de vechi arhierei \/ C\u00e2nd se sluje\u015fte \u00een sobor. \/ \u015ei se apleac\u0103 m\u00e2ndrii tei \/ \u00cempov\u0103ra\u0163i \u00een taina lor… (\u201eCu apa genelor\u201d).
\nE de notat, sim\u0163urile au acces la zone \u00eenalte, sunt datele organice ale omului aflat pe calea \u00eendumnezeirii. De fapt, \u00eentreaga natur\u0103 se bucur\u0103 de primirea Harului, poezia \u2013 c\u00e2ntec trebuind s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi reverse \u00een\u0163elesurile tainice direct \u00een inima omului. La rigoare, lumea \u00eentreag\u0103 se reduce la o insul\u0103 a fericirii, un ostrov binecuv\u00e2ntat (a nu se uita pozi\u0163ionarea M\u0103n\u0103stirii Cernica): \u201eCa pe-o \u00eengenunchiere a inimii \/ la Altarul \u00eenfrico\u015fat al Cuv\u00e2ntului, \/ Prime\u015fte, Doamne, \/ \u015fi acest c\u00e2ntec!…\u201d, \u201eCorabia ostrovului s\u0103 nu se plece \/ Stejarul vechi o \u0163ine c\u00e2t mai dreapt\u0103. \/ V\u00e2slirea prin v\u0103zduhul plin de astre \/ \u00cencet \u015fi lin, la ceruri o \u00eendreapt\u0103. \/\/ Acolo unde Domnul bl\u00e2nd a\u015fteapt\u0103\u201d (din volumul \u201eArip\u0103 de \u00eenger\u201d).
\n Viziunea aceasta grandioas\u0103 a unui univers armonic este explicit expus\u0103 odat\u0103 cu primele versuri ale \u201eflorii de har\u201d. Melancolia eminescian\u0103 a florii albastre cunoa\u015fte preschimb\u0103ri dintre cele mai neb\u0103nuite. \u00cen acest joc al re-\u00eenfiin\u0163\u0103rii intr\u0103 mai ales regnul vegetal. Iri\u015fi, crini, iasomia, trandafirii, crizantemele, al\u0103turi de tei, maci, salcie, liliac ori r\u00e2ndunele, privighetori, mierle, grauri, pesc\u0103ru\u015fi propun o viziune translucid\u0103, poate voit \u201edinspre ochii unui copil\u201d. G\u0103sesc, printre multe altele, un \u201epastel duhovnicesc\u201d (rog a mi se scuza barbaria sintagmei!): \u201eCu c\u00e2t alean, cu c\u00e2t\u0103 pace \/ Z\u0103pezile revin \u015fi se a\u015ftern. \/ Ai crede lin c\u0103 se desface \/ Ve\u015fm\u00e2ntul Celui Bl\u00e2nd, Etern. \/\/ Ai crede lin c\u0103 se a\u015fterne \/ Un v\u0103l molatic din azur. \/ Lumina cerului se cerne \/ \u015ei nu mai vezi nimic \u00een jur. \/\/ \u015ei peste c\u00e2mp \u015fi peste case, \/ \u00cen suflet ginga\u015f \u015fi t\u0103cut, \/ Cu m\u00e2ini ad\u00e2nci \u015fi m\u0103t\u0103soase \/ Pe care-a\u015f vrea s\u0103 le s\u0103rut. \/\/ Ne str\u00e2ngem to\u0163i, pe r\u00e2nd, treptat \/ \u015ei bem un vin necunoscut \/ Pe care cine l-a turnat \/ \u00cen c\u0103ni ad\u00e2nci \u015fi vechi de lut? \/\/ Nimic nu \u015ftim! Cuv\u00e2nt sublim! \/ \u0162i-aduci aminte via\u0163a-\u00eentreag\u0103. \/ Secunda-n care auzim \/ Cum inima \u00een noi se roag\u0103\u201d (\u201eZ\u0103pezile\u201d). \u201eIat\u0103, Domnul\u201d propune imaginea unui Dumnezeu milostiv care se coboar\u0103 (pentru a c\u00e2ta oar\u0103?) \u00een calea omului… c\u0103ci calea inimii echivaleaz\u0103 cu neratarea \u0163intei! (\u201eToate se deschid s\u0103 primeasc\u0103 \/ Lumina din cer, dumnezeiasc\u0103. \/ Toate f\u0103cute de Domnul sunt bune. \/ P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi privighetoarea o spune. \/ Pe ramul de salcie c\u00e2nt\u0103 \/ \u00cen noaptea \u00cenvierii cea sf\u00e2nt\u0103. \/ Numai omul bezmetic, str\u0103in \u015fi stingher \/ A uitat cu totul de cer. \/ Prive\u015fte \u00een sus \u00eentr-o doar\u0103 \/ C\u00e2nd geamurile \u00eencep s\u0103 \u00eel doar\u0103. \/ Inima d\u0103 buzna \u00een el \/ Ca un val care suie rebel.\u201d). Apoi, \u201eZorii\u201d e o poezie de o dantel\u0103rie aparte, ce ne trimite c\u0103tre fine\u0163ea artei nipone: \u201eUn \u015fir lung \/ de lebede albe \/ b\u0103t\u00e2nd din aripi \u00eencet \/ deasupra z\u0103rii mov \/ departe \/ de ostrov\u201d. Dar poezia este act al revela\u0163iei, nu \u0163ine de un ermetism matematic, \u00eentregul destin e, dup\u0103 firesc, l\u0103sat \u00een voia Domnului: \u201eNu \u015ftiu unde m\u0103 \u00eendrept, \/ Dar \u015ftiu c\u0103 Dumnezeu fiind la c\u00e2rm\u0103 \/ Voi ajunge acolo unde \u00cei este voia\u201d (\u201eDincolo de p\u0103durea de corali a norilor\u201d). \u201ePoezia mea\u201d, \u201ePoezia\u201d \u015fi chiar \u201ePoetul\u201d r\u0103m\u00e2n s\u0103 ocupe locul unor arte poetice \u2013 \u201eAt\u00e2t de fragil este poetul! \/ Ca firul de p\u0103ianjen sub\u0163ire. \/ Dar \u0163ine s\u0103 nu cad\u0103-n abis de-ntuneric \u015fi uitare, \/ Lacrima lumii, tremur\u00e2nd suspendat\u0103\u201d.
\nNenum\u0103rate pot fi comentariile pozitive prilejuite de versurile lui Ignatie Grecul. Paradoxal, textele sunt cu at\u00e2t mai pre\u0163ioase, cu c\u00e2t nu se despart de conven\u0163iile de baz\u0103 ale genului liric, tr\u0103deaz\u0103 o normalitate ce \u00een timpurile de fa\u0163\u0103 poate cople\u015fi. Sunt convins \u00eens\u0103, acolo, \u00een lini\u015ftea de la Cernica, de-a lungul unui 2013 \u00een care ne vom reaminti \u00een primul r\u00e2nd de P\u0103rintele Dumitru St\u0103niloae, natura va c\u00e2nta Marea Simfonie imaginat\u0103 de autorul \u00een discu\u0163ie.
\nMare e\u015fti, Doamne, \u015fi minunate sunt lucrurile Tale, \u015fi niciun cuv\u00e2nt nu este de ajuns spre lauda minunilor Tale… Am p\u0103strat pentru finalul acestei scurte invita\u0163ii la lectur\u0103, una din fe\u0163ele neconven\u0163ionale ale smereniei: \u201eSe sfie\u015fte s\u0103 calce direct pe z\u0103pad\u0103 \/ Proasp\u0103t a\u015fternut\u0103, sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2itoare. \/ Merge atent, precaut, lini\u015ftit, \/ \u00cen urma c\u0103ru\u0163ei tras\u0103 \u00eencet \/ De dou\u0103 m\u00e2r\u0163oage, plin\u0103 v\u00e2rf de la toc\u0103toare. \/\/ Adun\u0103 tot ce cade \u00een urm\u0103, \/ Ron\u0163\u0103ie \u015fi nu las\u0103 nimic \/ S\u0103 umbreasc\u0103 neprih\u0103nitul argint al z\u0103pezii\u201d (\u201eAsinul m\u0103n\u0103stirii\u201d). <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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