{"id":19936,"date":"2022-12-23T23:24:44","date_gmt":"2022-12-23T20:24:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19936"},"modified":"2023-01-17T14:10:38","modified_gmt":"2023-01-17T11:10:38","slug":"literadura-nr-26-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=19936","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 26 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Oameni \u0219i locuri din Buz\u0103ul
\nde alt\u0103dat\u0103 (XXII)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amintirile copil\u0103riei (V)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Florentin POPESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00cen ritmul \u0219i-n succesiunea foarte rapid\u0103 a
\nfaptelor \u0219i \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor, mai g\u0103sesc \u2013 totu\u0219i! \u2013
\nc\u00e2teodat\u0103 \u0219i pu\u021bine clipe de \u00eentoarcere, \u00een
\namintire. Iar pentru mine unul cele mai frumoase
\namintiri au fost \u0219i au r\u0103mas p\u00e2n\u0103 azi cele din
\nprima copil\u0103rie, de la Lera, satul acela care mi se
\np\u0103rea c\u0103 se afl\u0103 la cap\u0103tul lumii. Pe de alt\u0103 parte,
\n\u00eens\u0103, cum scriam \u0219i \u00een episodul trecut, locul \u00een
\ncare am venit pe lume nou\u0103 copiilor ni se p\u0103rea a
\nfi el \u00eensu\u0219i \u201eCentrul lumii\u201c, de vreme ce la v\u00e2rsta
\naceea nu aveam termen de compara\u021bie cu alte
\nsate, de pe alte meleaguri \u0219i din alte z\u0103ri ale
\nP\u0103m\u00e2ntului.
\nPlec\u00e2nd din prezent c\u0103tre acel trecut
\n\u00eendep\u0103rtat, parc\u0103-parc\u0103 \u00eemi vine s\u0103 spun \u0219i eu
\nprecum Eminescu odinioar\u0103 c\u0103 via\u021ba-mi \u00eemi pare
\npovestit\u0103 \u201ede o str\u0103in\u0103 gur\u0103\u201c.
\n\u00cen acele vremuri cele mai nevinovate ispr\u0103vi ni
\nse p\u0103reau nou\u0103, copiilor adev\u0103rate aventuri.
\nA\u0219a, bun\u0103oar\u0103, \u00eentr-o var\u0103 am prins o pup\u0103z\u0103,
\ni-am f\u0103cut culcu\u0219 \u00eentr-o cutie de carton \u0219i am
\nascuns-o \u00een \u0219ura de f\u00e2n. \u0218i biata prizonier\u0103 a stat
\n\u00eenchis\u0103 acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi c\u00e2nd tata ne-a
\ndescoperit \u201enelegiuirea\u201c \u0219i a eliberat-o. Alt\u0103dat\u0103
\nne apropiam de st\u00e2lpii de telegraf, lipeam
\nurechile de ei \u0219i-i loveam cu o piatr\u0103 pentru a auzi
\nzumzetul produs de mi\u0219carea s\u00e2rmelor.
\nDe n\u0103stru\u0219nicii nu ne l\u0103sam nici c\u00e2nd mergeam
\ncu vacile la p\u0103scut (pe atunci aproape fiecare
\ns\u0103tean avea un astfel de animal). \u00centr-un loc pu\u021bin
\n\u00eemp\u0103durit am descoperit vizuina cu dou\u0103 ie\u0219iri a
\nunei vulpi. Am f\u0103cut un mic foc la una din
\ndeschiz\u0103turi \u0219i ne-am pro\u021b\u0103pit cu be\u021be \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 la
\ncealalt\u0103, g\u00e2ndind c\u0103 ro\u0219cata se va speria de fum
\n\u0219i va ie\u0219i afar\u0103. Ne-a dezam\u0103git \u0219i nu ne-a dat
\nsatisfac\u021bie. Ori nu era acas\u0103, ori vizuina fusese
\np\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 demult.
\nSpre orele pr\u00e2nzului, c\u00e2nd soarele se \u00eencingea
\niar noi eram ner\u0103bd\u0103tori s\u0103 ajungem c\u00e2t mai
\nrepede la sc\u0103ldat \u00een apa B\u00e2scii Chiojdului, ne
\napropiam fiecare de vaca lui \u0219i-ncepeam s\u0103
\nimit\u0103m b\u00e2z\u00e2itul mu\u0219telor care \u00een\u021bepau animalele.
\nVacile, s\u0103racele, fiindc\u0103 nu le prea ducea mintea,
\nc\u0103deau imediat \u00eentr-o
\nmare confuzie: credeau
\nc\u0103 e vorba de mu\u0219te
\nadev\u0103rate. Numai ce le
\nvedeam c\u0103 se opresc din
\np\u0103scut, pun coada pe
\nspinare, o iau la goan\u0103 \u0219i
\nnu se mai opresc dec\u00e2t
\n\u00een grajdul de acas\u0103.
\n\u00cen urma lor veneam \u0219i
\nnoi, cu cele mai
\nnevinovate mutre din lume, explic\u00e2ndu-le
\np\u0103rin\u021bilor c\u0103 n-aveam nicio vin\u0103 pentru ce s-a
\n\u00eent\u00e2mplat. Probabil c\u0103 p\u0103rin\u021bii no\u0219tri ne cam
\nb\u0103nuiau \u0219iretlicul, dar asta nu-i f\u0103cea s\u0103 ne
\nopreasc\u0103 de la scald\u0103. \u0218i-acolo s\u0103 mi te \u021bii!, eram
\naidoma copiilor din poezia lui Co\u0219buc…
\nBunica mea matern\u0103 se tr\u0103gea dintr-o ramur\u0103
\na mo\u0219nenilor chiojdeni, oameni cu p\u0103m\u00e2nturi \u0219i
\nlivezi, cu o stare material\u0103 bun\u0103, a\u0219a \u00eenc\u00e2t p\u0103rin\u021bii
\nei, str\u0103bunicii mei n-o trimiseser\u0103 la studii
\nsuperioare, mul\u021bumindu-se doar cu cele \u00eenv\u0103\u021bate
\nla \u0219coala din sat. Cum, \u00eens\u0103, \u00een sufletul ei nu
\n\u00eencetase s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 lectura \u0219i c\u0103r\u021bile, m\u0103 lua s\u0103
\ndorm cu ea \u00een pat \u0219i m\u0103 ruga s\u0103-i citesc p\u00e2n\u0103
\nadoarme.
\nParc\u0103 v\u0103d \u0219i acum p\u00e2lp\u00e2irile l\u0103mpii cu gaz, la
\nlumina c\u0103reia eu, elev \u00een clasele primare,
\ndeslu\u0219eam propozi\u021biile \u0219i frazele din pu\u021binele
\nc\u0103r\u021bi care ajungeau la mine sau din revistele
\nvremii: \u201eDrumul bel\u0219ugului\u201c, \u201eS\u0103teanca\u201c,
\n\u201eFemeia\u201c, apoi din \u201eCravata Ro\u0219ie\u201c \u0219i din
\n\u201eLumini\u021ba\u201c \u2013 publica\u021bii pe care le a\u0219teptam ca pe
\no p\u00e2ine cald\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd \u0219tiam c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103-mi
\nfie aduse de posta\u0219, fiindc\u0103 eram abonat la ele.
\nIluminatul electric \u00eenc\u0103 mai era un vis
\n\u00eendep\u0103rtat, iar alte c\u0103r\u021bi dec\u00e2t cele pu\u021bine aflate \u00een
\nimprovizata bibliotec\u0103 a \u0219colii sau procurate,
\ncum am mai scris undeva, de la cooperativa din
\nLera, nu aveam.
\nPe crugul \u0219i-n calendarul anului existau
\nmomente \u0219i evenimente la care noi pu\u0219tanii nu
\nnumai c\u0103 eram prezen\u021bi de fiecare dat\u0103, dar mai
\n\u0219i aveam, ca s\u0103 zic a\u0219a \u201eroluri\u201d \u0219i \u201esarcini\u201d
\nprecise, autoasumate cu pl\u0103cere \u0219i bucurie: iarna
\ns\u0103 mergem cu colindul, prim\u0103vara s\u0103 culegem
\nghiocei \u0219i viorele pentru a le duce M\u00e2ntuitorului
\nla Pa\u0219te, apoi s\u0103 fim prezen\u021bi c\u00e2nd se pornea
\ndulapul, \u201escr\u00e2nciobul\u201c (c\u0103ruia Vasile Alecsandri
\ni-a dedicat chiar o poezie, intitulat\u0103 \u201eScr\u00e2nciob\u201d),
\nvara s\u0103 mergem cu alaiul \u201eCaloianului\u201d pentru
\nalungarea secetei \u0219i invocarea ploii, toamna s\u0103
\nculegem de pe ogor bostanii mai ar\u0103to\u0219i, s\u0103 le
\nscoatem semin\u021bele, s\u0103 le facem ochi \u0219i gur\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103
\npunem \u00een\u0103untru o lum\u00e2nare aprins\u0103. \u0218i c\u00e2te
\naltele.
\nChemat de amintiri, prin 1990-1991 am c\u0103utat
\ns\u0103 reg\u0103sesc satul de odinioar\u0103. S\u0103-l reg\u0103sesc a\u0219a
\ncum l-am descris \u00een mai multe din c\u0103r\u021bile mele de
\nmemorialistic\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 locuiesc perioade mai lungi
\nsau mai scurte \u00een el.
\nO vreme \u2013 p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 exodul masiv al
\ns\u0103tenilor c\u0103tre ora\u0219e sau c\u0103tre alte \u021b\u0103ri \u00een c\u0103utarea
\nunui trai ceva mai bun dec\u00e2t acas\u0103 la ei \u2013 chiar
\nam avut iluzia c\u0103 reg\u0103sesc m\u0103car o parte din ce a
\nfost odinioar\u0103 acolo. Treptat-treptat iluzia cu
\npricina mi s-a spulberat.
\nDac\u0103 odinioar\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul carelor cu boi ori
\n\u00eendemnurile c\u0103ru\u021ba\u0219ilor c\u0103tre caii \u00eenh\u0103ma\u021bi la
\ndiverse atelaje erau nelipsite din peisajul \u0219i din
\norarul satului, acum totul pare pustiu. Mai
\ndeun\u0103zi cineva \u00eemi spunea c\u0103 \u00een toat\u0103 Lera mea
\nun singur om mai are un cal, c\u0103 boii au disp\u0103rut
\nde c\u00e2\u021biva ani buni, ca \u0219i celelalte animale de prin
\ngospod\u0103rii: oi, capre, vaci.
\nPu\u021binii oameni care mai sunt, totu\u0219i, ast\u0103zi \u00een
\nsat, a\u0219teapt\u0103 cu \u00eenfrigurare ziua sau zilele \u00een care
\nvor primi ajutoare b\u0103ne\u0219ti de pe la fiii lor pleca\u021bi
\nprin str\u0103in\u0103t\u0103\u021bi, pensia, ca peste tot, fiind
\nne\u00eendestul\u0103toare pentru a-\u0219i \u00eengriji b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bile.
\n\u0218i \u00een acest cadru, deloc bucolic (ba, de o mare
\ntriste\u021be) nu mai e de mirare c\u0103 \u00een zilele de
\npomenire a mor\u021bilor, cei care fac parastase la
\nbiseric\u0103 sunt nevoi\u021bi s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 pomeni unii altora,
\n\u00eentruc\u00e2t al\u021bi enoria\u0219i nu mai sunt \u00een sf\u00e2ntul l\u0103ca\u0219…
\n\u0218i-n vreme ce preotul \u00ee\u0219i face con\u0219tiincios
\ndatoria de a pomeni numele \u2013 tot mai multe \u2013 ale
\ncelor pleca\u021bi, iar clopotul se t\u00e2nguie \u0219i el \u00een
\nclopotni\u021ba din apropiere, stau undeva mai la o
\nparte \u0219i la unele din numele amintite de slujitorul
\nbisericii tresar \u00een mine, ca \u0219i cum umbrele celor
\npentru care se cere iertarea de c\u0103tre Dumnezeu a
\np\u0103catelor s-ar strecura \u00eense\u0219i acele umbre,
\nnev\u0103zute, din cimitirul aflat afar\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 biseric\u0103
\n\u0219i \u0219i-ar face \u0219i ele, cu sfiiciune, semnul crucii…<\/p>\n

16 octombrie 2022<\/p>\n


\nMihai M. MACOVEI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poema\u0219<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eInim\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103-n jale
\nDu-m\u0103-n sus \u0219i dum\u0103-n vale
\nDu-m\u0103-n susul cel de sus
\n\u0218i \u00een valea cea din valea
\nUnde toate mi s-a dus
\nEu c\u0103lare pe un melc
\nTu c\u0103lare pe o nuc\u0103
\nCine \u0219tie oare cum s\u0103 duc\u0103
\nRana dorului sub lup\u0103
\nLupa lumii str\u0103vezie
\nCare-n timp \u00eent\u00e2rzie
\n\u00cent\u00e2rzie \u0219i m\u0103 las\u0103-n dor
\nDe \u021aie, iar cuv\u00e2ntul nu
\nCuv\u00e2nt\u0103, ci doar s\u00e2s\u00e2ie
\n\u0218erpe\u0219te-n coaja timpului
\nMu\u0219cat\u0103 de un pui par\u0219iv de viespe<\/p>\n


\nMart\u00edn RODR\u00cdGUEZ-GAONA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

(1969, Lima, Peru), poet, eseist \u0219i traduc\u0103tor,
\ntr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een Madrid. A studiat, \u00een mai multe \u021b\u0103ri,
\n\u0218tiin\u021bele Comunic\u0103rii \u0219i Literatur\u0103 (Universidad
\nde Lima), SUA (Bowling Gren State University),
\nSpania (Universidad Alcal\u00e1 de Henares) \u0219i Fran\u021ba
\n(Sorbonne, Paris IV). A publicat \u0219apte c\u0103r\u021bi.
\nPentru opera sa poetic\u0103 fost distins cu \u201ePremio
\nC\u00e1ceres Patrimonio de la Humanidad 2013\u201d, iar
\npentru eseu cu \u201eX Premio M\u00e1laga, 2019\u201d. A
\ntradus autori ca John Ashbery, John Giorno, Jack
\nSpicer, Brian Dedora \u0219i Alice Notley.<\/p>\n

Traducere \u0219i prezentare: Elisabeta BO\u021aAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

Meteorologie \u0219i iubire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu sunt cineva pe care s\u0103-l prive\u0219ti,
\nsunt un om pentru a sim\u021bi
\n\u0219i nu \u00eemi place s\u0103 stau singur. A\u0219a c\u0103, stai lini\u0219tit\u0103,
\nnu pune fa\u021b\u0103 de team\u0103,
\ncea pe care o ai mereu nu e rea.<\/p>\n

\u0218i dac\u0103 m\u0103 vor acuza c\u0103 vorbesc doar cu tine
\nnu a\u0219 \u0219ti s\u0103 m\u0103 ap\u0103r
\ndar \u00eemi plac \u0219i alte lumi
\nchiar dac\u0103 e greu de explicat.<\/p>\n

A\u0219 dori, s\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bim, c\u00e2ndva,
\nun ceai de zmeur\u0103 \u0219i biscui\u021bi de vanilie,
\nun film indian, dou\u0103 feti\u021be cochete
\nsmulg\u00e2ndu-\u0219i vata de zah\u0103r pe b\u0103\u021b
\ns\u0103 zic\u0103: \u201eE greu s\u0103 fii femeie
\ne greu\u201d, un concert cu David Byrne
\n\u0219i Celia Cruz –<\/p>\n

\u0218i o invita\u021bie la ziua ta
\n\u0219i a tuturor fra\u021bilor t\u0103i, prietenilor t\u0103i
\n\u0219i cunoscu\u021bilor t\u0103i.
\nE at\u00e2t de special s\u0103 fii timid
\n\u0219i s\u0103 fii pus \u00een situa\u021bii \u00een care nu mai e\u0219ti
\ne ca \u0219i cum, deodat\u0103, prea pu\u021bin conteaz\u0103
\nc\u0103 gre\u0219e\u0219ti
\n\u0219i ceea ce e \u0219i mai bine, e c\u0103 asta nim\u0103nui
\nnu-i va face r\u0103u –<\/p>\n

Puterea de a admite ca unic\u0103 certitudine
\nc\u0103 \u00een ora\u0219ul \u00een care tr\u0103im
\nDumnezeu se face realitate s\u00e2mb\u0103ta diminea\u021ba
\nc\u00e2nd plou\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nVisul unei prietene care spune
\nc\u0103 ora\u0219ul acesta e foarte zgomotos<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenchi\u0219i \u00eentr-un tunel transparent
\nne trecem via\u021ba. Tunelul nostru
\nse \u00eembin\u0103 cu c\u00e2teva tunele
\n\u00een care se g\u0103sesc ceilal\u021bi.
\nNe ostenim
\ncu citirea buzelor lor, chipurile \u0219i m\u00e2inile noastre
\nlipite degeaba de pere\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Umbra unui vis: s\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103znim s\u0103 deschidem
\naceste pu\u021bine \u0219i complicate trape.<\/p>\n

Am f\u0103cut-o c\u00e2ndva, cu riscul
\nde a pierde oxigen
\n\u0219i energie \u0219i s\u0103 sl\u0103bim f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u0103pare.
\nDe aceea aceste trape au \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai fie
\nsperan\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i ast\u0103zi anun\u021b\u0103 doar o alt\u0103 tenta\u021bie rea.<\/p>\n


\nPremiul \u201eIon Caraion\u201d<\/strong>
\nPremiile Revistei Literadura 2022<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lumini\u021ba ZAHARIA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

adev\u0103rul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eemi fac inventarul la sf\u00eer\u0219it de an:
\nn-am folosit niciodat\u0103 cuv\u00eentul adev\u0103r
\n\u0219i asta e mai mult dec\u00eet trist<\/p>\n

adev\u0103rul nu poate fi demonstrat
\naflat
\ndeconspirat
\nv\u0103zut \u00een \u00eentregime ori \u00een nuan\u021ba just\u0103
\naglutinat\/ comensurat\/ \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219it<\/p>\n

ne r\u00eede \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\nne duce de nas
\nne pune m\u0103\u0219ti caraghioase<\/p>\n

\u00een laboratoare vestite
\nadev\u0103rul sus\u021bine c\u0103 nu e contraf\u0103cut
\nc\u0103 nu e exagerat
\nc\u0103 nu e distorsionat sau manipulator
\ndar s\u0103 nu-l crede\u021bi
\nse r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

ar putea lipsi cu des\u0103v\u00eer\u0219ire
\ndin dic\u021bionarele lumii<\/p>\n

cur\u00eend \u0219i tu vei afla
\nc\u0103 adev\u0103rul e numai \u0219i numai
\no inven\u021bie idioat\u0103
\na ta<\/p>\n


\ncompara\u021bia ucide<\/strong><\/p>\n

cine a s\u0103dit \u00een om
\nmatematica lui \u2260
\nmai marele sau mai micul
\nmai multul, mai nimicul<\/p>\n

verbul nefast a compara
\nc\u0103 de ce vecinul s\u0103 aib\u0103 dou\u0103 case
\ncolegul salariu mai mare
\nicsuleasca s\u0103 stea mai multe ore la soare
\nscroafa fratelui s\u0103 fie mai gras\u0103
\npisica mai gra\u021bioas\u0103
\n\u0219i tot a\u0219a<\/p>\n

precis acela era un socialist ratat
\ncu vederi extremiste
\n\u0219i, eu una,
\nl-a\u0219 sp\u00eenzura \u00een pia\u021ba mare
\nevident, de picioare
\npoate \u00eei vine mintea la cap<\/p>\n

apoi a\u0219 decreta:
\noameni buni, semin\u021bie a mea,
\ncompara\u021bi-v\u0103 doar pe voi cu voi
\nastfel ve\u021bi cre\u0219te p\u00een\u0103 la
\nplafonul de nori
\nmaximum maximorum admis
\n\u0219i subit
\nve\u021bi crede c-a\u021bi ajuns \u00een paradis<\/p>\n


\nsingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bi<\/strong><\/p>\n

dac\u0103 une\u0219ti doi oameni singuri, ce rezult\u0103?
\nun ditamai omul \u0219i mai singur
\nsingur\u0103tatea \u00een form\u0103 absolut\u0103
\ncare e \u0219i proast\u0103, \u0219i slut\u0103<\/p>\n

exist\u0103 o singur\u0103tate bun\u0103
\n\u0219i, mai mult ca sigur,
\no singur\u0103tate rea
\ntu cum e\u0219ti, singur\u0103tate a mea
\nrupt\u0103 parc\u0103 din cartea
\nsuperlativelor absolute?<\/p>\n

e\u0219ti o anomalie spa\u021biu-timp?
\nun manual cu foile pierdute
\nun cerc de-a dura dat, la infinit
\nde un zeu \u00eencrezut din olimp?
\nun oftat greu, un dor de salt \u00een gol
\nde pe un zg\u00eerie-nori
\ne\u0219ti \u00een alb-negru, e\u0219ti \u00een mii de culori
\ne\u0219ti guraliv\u0103, e\u0219ti mut\u0103
\ne\u0219ti atoate pierdut\u0103?<\/p>\n

ea se \u00eendur\u0103: sunt, uite, \u00eenc\u0103 vie
\nchiar crezi c\u0103 pot fi prins\u0103-n poezie?!<\/p>\n

(Din volumul Vremea lui Floppy disk<\/em>
\nEditura Neuma 2022)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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