{"id":20747,"date":"2023-03-31T16:50:14","date_gmt":"2023-03-31T13:50:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20747"},"modified":"2023-03-31T16:50:14","modified_gmt":"2023-03-31T13:50:14","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-87-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=20747","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 87 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia avangardelor rus\u0103 \u0219i ucrainean\u0103<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Matvei ROIZMAN <\/strong>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Moscova \u00een familia unui func\u021bionar de stat. \u00cen 1914 a absolvit cu medalie de merit \u0218coala de Comer\u021b. Peste doi ani este admis la Facultatea de Drept a Universit\u0103\u021bii moscovite. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een 1918 evolueaz\u0103, paralel, \u00een mai multe studiouri de teatru, mai apoi fiind traduc\u0103tor \u00een Armata Ro\u0219ie. Devine membru al c\u00e2torva asocia\u021bii literare \u0219i este primit \u00een Uniunea Poe\u021bilor din \u00centreaga Rusie, unde avea s\u0103 lucreze ca \u0219ef de editur\u0103. \u00cencep\u00e2nd cu anul 1920 colaboreaz\u0103 la revista imagi\u0219tilor \u201eHotel pentru c\u0103l\u0103torii \u00een lumea frumosului\u201d, public\u00e2nd \u00een volumele colective \u201eAlcoolul frumos\u201d, \u201eGr\u0103dina cailor\u201d, \u201eImagi\u0219tii\u201d. Editeaz\u0103 volumele de versuri \u201eNoi cu ce ne alegem?\u201d (1922, \u00een tandem cu V. \u0218er\u0219enevici), \u201eVinul de Hebron\u201d (1923), \u201ePalmierul\u201d (1925). Public\u0103 traduceri din crea\u021bia poe\u021bilor evrei, articole despre literatur\u0103 \u0219i teatru. Romanul s\u0103u \u201eMinus \u0219ase\u201d (1928) se bucur\u0103 de succes. \u00cencep\u00e2nd cu a doua jum\u0103tate a anilor \u201930 public\u0103 proze de ac\u021biune, unele din ele fiind ecranizate. \u00cen anul mor\u021bii \u00eei apare volumul de memorii \u201eTot ce \u021bin minte despre Serghei Esenin\u201d.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

De-acum prin v\u0103ile Saraonului
\nGazelele alunec\u0103, plutesc la \u00eent\u00e2mplare
\n\u0218i \u00eenrouratele roze au v\u0103rsat
\nS\u00e2nge aromitor peste paji\u0219ti.
\n\u0218i tu pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 stejarul coco\u0219at
\nStr\u0103ba\u021bi \u00eend\u0103r\u0103t c\u0103rarea, \u2013
\n\u0218i-s pereche de tri\u0219ti porumbei
\nOchii t\u0103i alba\u0219tri.
\n\u0218i din nou chiparo\u0219ii s-or \u00een\u0103l\u021ba
\nCa r\u00e2nduri de verzi lum\u00e2n\u0103ri,
\nDe cum abia te vei apropia de tab\u0103r\u0103,
\nUlciorul pe umeri leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-l.
\nAstfel te desenam \u00een copil\u0103rie<\/p>\n

\u00cen ad\u00e2ncul sufletului nelini\u0219tit,
\nAstfel a fost dat s\u0103 te \u00eembujorezi,
\nCa via\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 nu poat\u0103 fi stins\u0103.
\nIar tu i(u)dee a Saraonului,
\nPoate c\u0103 e\u0219ti una care nu auzi,
\nC\u0103 la geam plesc\u0103ie sonor curcubeul
\nCu aripi de cocori, multicolore.
\n (1923)<\/p>\n

Gr\u0103dina<\/strong><\/p>\n

1<\/p>\n

Cu nodul aleanului oriental
\nStr\u00e2ns e ritmul, \u00eenc\u00e2t
\nAsonan\u021ba peste r\u00e2nduri
\nArde ca un cercel de aur.
\nO, frate! R\u00e2ul ascunde
\nLuntrea. Mi\u0219c\u0103 din v\u00e2sle
\nCa din galbene aripi
\n\u00cen sonore-nm\u0103rgel\u0103ri de stropi!
\n\u0218i cu c\u0103u\u0219ul plin al palmelor
\nStrope\u0219te, repetat, din r\u00e2u spre soare,
\n\u0218i soarele risipi-va spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nPerle. Bate, bate din aripi!
\n\u0218i-ascult\u0103 ce \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat
\nVor \u0219opti spre sear\u0103 undele-n tremur,
\nIar troheii mei \u0219i iambii to\u021bi
\nSunt ciorchinii de pe-aceea\u0219i vi\u021b\u0103.
\nDe cum merele apusului
\nVor c\u0103dea \u00een trestii, dincolo de pod,
\nDin lini\u0219te rostogoli-se-vor
\nAsonan\u021bele \u00een libertate.<\/p>\n

2<\/p>\n

Inima p\u0103streaz\u0103 vechea tain\u0103
\nDespre-acea gr\u0103din\u0103-n plin\u0103 road\u0103,
\n\u00cen care c\u0103p\u0219una cu buze \u021buguiate
\n\u00ce\u021bi cere s\u0103 o mu\u0219ti!
\n\u0218tii, doar, \u2013 m\u0103rgele de cire\u0219e negre,
\nBrelocurile perlelor de-aram\u0103
\nSe clatin\u0103 \u00een tihna serii mai
\nTihnite ca siluetele din col\u021b.
\n\u0218i p\u0103storul \u00ee\u0219i m\u00e2n\u0103 turma
\nDinspre \u0219es, prin ierburi crude,
\nCa-ndr\u0103gostitul Iacov de pe pante
\nCobor\u00e2ndu-\u0219i bl\u00e2ndele b\u00e2rsane.
\n\u0218i bulg\u0103ri de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, aromitori, \u00een palme
\nPrecum cununile din roze libaneze;
\nFr\u00e2ngi ceva \u2013 \u0219i curg
\n\u00cenrour\u0103ri de vin!
\n\u0218i parc\u0103 din strofele aceste
\nCe-aduc a pant\u0103 nu va cre\u0219te munte?
\n\u0218i din suflet taina nu s-ar rupe
\nSpre culmea lui, ca vulturul seme\u021b?<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u00cen c\u00e2mp \u2013 lumini, lumini cuprinz\u0103toare
\nPe b\u00e2jb\u00e2ite trenului venindu-i \u00een cale
\n\u0218i, brusc, precum un c\u00e2rlion\u021b de aur,
\n\u00cen cer o stea se sfarm\u0103, se r\u0103sfir\u0103!
\nPe vechi clipe\u0219te semaforul cu
\nOchiu-i verde, undeva departe,
\n\u0218i noaptea, biat\u0103 \u0219i gola\u0219\u0103,
\nPrive\u0219te fix, de-aproape, hohotind.
\nAh, noapte! Prieten\u0103 dement\u0103,
\nCe-mi pretinzi, ce-ai vrea tu de la mine?
\nOr \u00een acest ungher s\u0103 fi venit
\nDe infidelitate s\u0103 m\u0103-nvinuie\u0219ti?
\nSau a\u0219tep\u021bi c\u00e2nd cu s\u00e2nge greu
\nSemaforul \u00ee\u0219i va umplea pupila
\n\u0218i, fermecat, ne va \u00eenchide calea,
\nMai suportabil\u0103, poate, ca un drum nou?
\n\u0218i eu a\u0219 vrea o astfel de sf\u00e2r\u0219ire.
\nEu \u00eensumi obosii de-a mai spera \u0219i-a vrea.
\nDe\u0219ert\u0103ciune-i totul, aiureal\u0103 \u2013
\n\u0218i patim\u0103, \u0219i r\u0103zbunare, \u0219i
\nDurere, chiar \u0219i moartea \u2013 de\u0219ert\u0103ciune!
\n (1924)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

O, acest ochi al t\u0103u ca rubinul
\nArde, arde \u0219i nici nu clipe\u0219te, \u2013
\nTr\u00e2mbi\u021beaz\u0103, afurisito, tr\u00e2mbi\u021beaz\u0103
\nPeste paji\u0219tea cu ierburi arse!
\nDeja sub n\u0103t\u00e2ngul sunet alandala
\nDanseaz\u0103 frunzele nes\u0103buite,
\nC\u0103ci \u0219i eu sub fo\u0219nete dansez,
\nCa \u0219i tine \u2013 dement, neobosit!
\nMai vreau! \u2013 \u0219i frunzele cu greu
\nS-or potoli, precum \u00een s\u00e2nge cerbii,
\n\u0218i eu, asemeni unui c\u00e2ine abia viu
\nCad pe treptele de praguri vechi.
\nAscult\u0103, vidmo, tocmai mie
\nAi vrut s\u0103-mi d\u0103ruie\u0219ti atare bucurie,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t s\u0103 urlu-n \u021bara ta p\u0103g\u00e2n\u0103,
\nUluit de-at\u00e2ta desfrunzire aurie?
\nPentru ca \u00eensumi, \u00een nordul dep\u0103rtat
\nCe-\u0219i cerne crupele de reci ninsori,
\nCu al\u021bii, ca \u0219i mine, alarmat
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2nt ca frunza \u0219i s\u0103 cad
\n\u00cen calea oamenilor \u00eentrista\u021bi?
\n (1924)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ah, prima nea \u2013 m\u0103\u0219cat\u0103, lipicioas\u0103,
\nCa nuferii din m\u00e2inile fragile,
\nNeauzit presar\u0103-te pe purpur
\nDe stindard frem\u0103t\u0103tor \u00een v\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n

\u0218i ziua mea multe stoluri de corbi
\nS\u0103 numere peste \u00eencartiruire,
\nDar nu \u2013 tu arde, arde lucitor
\nPrecum un candelabru-n \u0219apte bra\u021be!
\nPrive\u0219te cum cu \u0219uvi\u021be de s\u00e2nge
\n\u00cen \u0219apte ani \u00eenvifora\u021bi, gero\u0219i
\nEu te stropesc, \u0219i calm, sever \u0219i demn,
\nPe-aceste nordice t\u0103r\u00e2muri!
\nS\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 inima-i naiv\u0103,
\nSchilod e verbul mincinos
\n\u0218i c\u00e2l\u021bii trebuie s\u0103-i aprinzi
\nSpre a putea s\u0103 c\u00e2n\u021bi acum!
\nO, ziua mea! Perle-n amestec
\nCu s\u00e2nge, m\u0103t\u0103nii \u0219i amar,
\nPricepe, \u2013 te-am ars p\u00e2n\u0103 la scrum
\n\u0218i nu mai am cu ce s\u0103 ard.
\n (1924)<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

O, iat\u0103 aspra \u00eencruntare,
\nP\u0103g\u00e2na furie-n tumult,
\nCe face inima s\u0103 lupte,
\nS\u0103 c\u00e2nte-n focul auriu.
\n\u0218i sunt bolnav, orbit sunt, turmentat, \u2013
\nAm confundat \u0219i lumile, iar floarea
\nGr\u0103dinilor de argintii magnolii
\nDescoperitu-am \u00een viforul din nord.
\nDar triste\u021bea, lini\u0219tea \u0219i bucuria
\nPeste p\u0103m\u00e2nt s-au rev\u0103rsat precum
\nA ciorchinilor mustire str\u0103vezie
\n\u00cen g\u00e2tlejul meu aprins de sete.
\n\u0218i dintr-o dat\u0103-am \u00een\u021beles ce cr\u00e2ncen
\nPe mine m\u0103 min\u021bii ca pe-un du\u0219man,
\nC\u0103 viforul aceasta a \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103tu\u0219at
\nPrintre n\u0103me\u021bi preafriguroasa \u021bar\u0103,
\nC\u0103 s\u00e2ngele de vierme \u0219i de om
\nSorbitu-l-a p\u0103g\u00e2nul asfin\u021bit, \u2013
\n\u0218i ca minciuna de la veac la veac
\n\u00cen astfel de \u00eenscrisuri s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 de cap.
\n (1924)<\/p>\n


\nMeceslav GASKO <\/strong>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Lu\u021bk \u00een familia unui func\u021bionar de stat. \u00cen anii 20, c\u00e2nd regiunea Vol\u00eenia intra \u00een componen\u021ba Poloniei, particip\u0103 la mi\u0219carea subversiv\u0103 na\u021bionalist\u0103. \u00cen 1924 este arestat, dar eliberat sub presiunea protestelor stradale. Emigreaz\u0103 \u00een Ucraina, unde absolv\u0103 Institutul Agricol din Harkov. Face parte din organiza\u021bia scriitoriceasc\u0103 \u201eUcraina apusean\u0103\u201d. Public\u0103 volumele de versuri \u201eDe ambele p\u0103r\u021bi ale frontierei\u201d (1930), \u201eSalutul meu\u201d, \u201eAerodromuri\u201d (1931). \u00cen pofida patriotismului s\u0103u manifest, \u00een 1933 este arestat, dar, peste un an, reabilitat. Din 1956 a locuit la Kiev. A publicat monografii despre \u0218evcenko \u0219i Gogol.<\/p>\n

Din motivele ucrainano-apusene<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen marele ora\u0219
\nmi\u0219carea mestec\u0103 gloata.
\nPrintre ma\u0219ini
\npe anvelope
\n\u0219ine \u2013
\nAh! cum se gr\u0103besc cu to\u021bii
\nprin cea\u021ba gri
\nca vapoarele
\ndup\u0103 furtun\u0103
\nrelu\u00e2ndu-\u0219i calea.
\nVuie\u0219te marea
\ncapetelor chinuite
\nplutitoare ca o ploaie
\nprintre motoare.
\nTrotuarul \u00een mi\u0219care
\nzdrobe\u0219te alt trotuar
\n\u0219i, ca moarul,
\nat\u00e2rn\u0103 norii de praf.
\nMii de turme de o\u021bel
\n\u00een repetare
\ns-au perindat
\npe asfaltul trotuarelor.
\nIar voi:
\n\u2013 Pe meleagurile noastre
\ncroite de cnuturi
\n\u00een p\u0103r\u021bi mai mici
\na\u0219tepta\u021bi revolu\u021bia?!<\/p>\n

Vorbesc printre declan\u0219atele urlete ale ora\u0219ului,
\n\u00een intervalul dintre dou\u0103 urlete de motor:
\n\u2013 Noi nu a\u0219tept\u0103m \u2013
\nnoi lucr\u0103m. <\/p>\n


\nFurtuna<\/strong><\/p>\n

Marea Neagr\u0103\u2026
\nspum\u0103 c\u0103runt\u0103\u2026
\nnoapte t\u00e2mp\u0103\u2026
\nVaporul se zdruncin\u0103 s\u0103lbatic,
\nde parc\u0103 v\u00e2ntul ar goni, \u0219fichiuitor,
\no turm\u0103 de elefan\u021bi.
\nPe punea neagr\u0103
\nstau \u00een neagra-mi manta
\n\u00een Marea Neagr\u0103,
\nde parc\u0103 undeva \u00een ea ar exista \u0219i Letonia \u2013
\nmergem cu to\u021bii
\nla Riga.
\nMarea pare s\u0103 fi \u00eennebunit,
\ndup\u0103 ce \u00eenghi\u021bi cine \u0219tie ce otrav\u0103. \u2013
\nTalazurile se risipesc peste punte,
\nbat \u00een borduri. \u2013
\n\u2013 Artileria cereasc\u0103, sigur, te-ar fi dobor\u00e2t! \u2013
\nFemeile se zbat \u00een convulsii, istericale\u2026
\nFemeile strig\u0103 demente:
\n\u2013 Mam\u0103!… mam\u0103!…
\nTu \u00eentrebi de c\u00e2rmaci:
\n\u2013 \u201eQuo vadis?!\u201d
\nEl \u00eens\u0103 nu reac\u021bioneaz\u0103,
\nca un dervi\u0219 fanatic,
\nprins de ruga \u00eentru gloria Islamului.
\nDans \u0219i galop
\nca pe muchie de cu\u021bit.
\nPuntea e toat\u0103
\nvomat\u0103,
\nacoperit\u0103 cu ciorchini
\ndin co\u0219urile r\u0103sturnate, sf\u0103r\u00e2mate.
\nIar marea love\u0219te mereu \u00een bord,
\nca bol\u0219evicii \u00een Parlament.
\nC\u0103l\u0103torii \u2013 apatici,
\nsomnolen\u021bi,
\ncu sufletul la gur\u0103,
\n\u021bin\u00e2ndu-se c\u00e2t mai aproape
\nde prima banc\u0103, \u2013
\niar furtuna \u0219uier\u0103, love\u0219te, vuie\u0219te,
\nde parc\u0103 un dul\u0103u uria\u0219 ar urla,
\nar l\u0103tra \u00een megafon.
\n(Ce mai uragan!)
\nIar diminea\u021ba,
\nc\u00e2nd soarele
\n\u00ee\u0219i ridic\u0103 mutra din murd\u0103rie
\n\u0219i din ciorchinii zdrobi\u021bi,
\nce radios c\u0103l\u0103torii
\nsalutar\u0103 portul!<\/p>\n


\n\u00cen hangar<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fii tu \u0219i os \u00eentre f\u0103lcile hangarului
\nPrintre scheletele v\u0103zduhului
\nIar de-ai obosit \u2013 culcat!
\nCa invalidul \u0103la de fuzelaj
\nAl vizitatorului permanent \u2013 aero-dispenserul.
\nPrin aripi \u2013 nervuri buc\u0103\u021bi risipite
\n\u00cen cerc metalic
\nZale \u0219i duraluminiu
\nDe parc\u0103 nervii mei
\nSunt terfeli\u021bi de protocoale
\n\u0218i-acoperi\u021bi cu rezolu\u021bia promoroacei.<\/p>\n

Peste firma hangarului at\u00e2rn\u0103 macarale \u0219i blocuri
\nDar se pare c\u0103 din\u021bi de o\u021bel
\nSe ascut de inima palispastului*
\n\u0218i eu trebuie s\u0103 \u021bin de n\u0103dejde
\nBuc\u0103\u021bile de lonjeron
\nPentru ca avionul s\u0103 nu cad\u0103 ca \u00eempu\u0219cat.
\nDeci iat\u0103 cu ce macara
\nA\u021bi fost \u00een stare a m\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u021ba
\nPeste \u00eengr\u0103dituri industriale \u00eentrist\u0103toare
\nPentru ca eu s\u0103 pot vedea
\n\u00cen cele mai plicticoase rezolu\u021bii
\nAle \u0219edin\u021belor cotidiene
\nRomantismul revolu\u021biei.<\/p>\n

1928
\n__________
\n*Palispast \u2013 mecanism de ridicat printr-un sistem de p\u00e2rghii.<\/em><\/p>\n


\nDumitru ICHIM<\/strong><\/p>\n

***
\n\u00cen alb ca o mireas\u0103…
\nSe-ngr\u0103m\u0103dea tot satul
\ncu flori \u015fi cu s\u0103ruturi,
\ndar mie Sf\u00e2nta Vineri,
\ncare venise din \u0163ara noastr\u0103 veche,
\nse-apropie \u015foptindu-mi la ureche,
\na\u015fa ca o f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103
\ncu luna prins\u0103-n ciuturi:
\n\u201eNu pl\u00e2nge,
\npentr-o vreme cu mine-o s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103
\np\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd florile or s\u0103-i \u00eenve\u0163e glasul
\n\u015fi-apoi
\nor s-o urmeze \u00een alai de fluturi!\u201d<\/p>\n


\nInscrip\u0163ie pe-o c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe culoarul acesta de liceu
\nera o fereastr\u0103 spre p\u0103dure.
\nOchii mei se pierdeau \u00een albastru
\n\u015fi acolo unde disp\u0103reau
\nera locul \u00eent\u00e2lnirii noastre.<\/p>\n

V\u00e2nturile m\u0103 chemau,
\ndincolo de frica de profesori,
\nunde z\u0103pezile erau viorii,
\ns\u0103 sorb un fulg de pe buzele tale.<\/p>\n

Dar au venit oamenii:
\n\u201eGeamul spre p\u0103dure trebuia zidit!\u201d
\n… \u015fi ochii mi-au r\u0103mas \u00een c\u0103r\u0103mizi
\nca legendara Ana \u00een piatra m\u0103n\u0103stirii.<\/p>\n


\nCire\u015ful<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centr-o prim\u0103var\u0103 mi-ai scris \u00een privire
\ng\u00e2ndul t\u0103u.
\nNu aveam ramuri – a\u015f fi \u00eenflorit.<\/p>\n

\u00cen alt\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103 ne-am scris am\u00e2ndoi
\nnumele
\npe un cire\u015f s\u0103lbatic,
\ndeasupra izvorului.
\n\u00cen zori apele erau o Cale Lactee.<\/p>\n

A treia prim\u0103var\u0103…
\nUnde o fi poteca spre cire\u015ful nostru?
\nO fi furat-o vreun apus de lun\u0103
\nsau iarba a ascuns-o-n gene
\ns\u0103 o deschid\u0103 numai c\u0103prioarelor?<\/p>\n

M\u0103 tem c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 mai g\u0103sim
\nurma de lacrim\u0103-a potecii.<\/p>\n


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

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

Lindos ca un covor hohlaki cu tainice desene<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t este noaptea de lung\u0103, cerul ferestrei mele de la etajul nou\u0103 este \u00eembog\u0103\u021bit de luminile Catedralei ora\u0219ului \u0219i ale Tricolorului prim\u0103riei. La ora 5,20 li se adaug\u0103, ca o stea mi\u0219c\u0103toare, avionul Suceava-Bucure\u0219ti. De\u0219i pot s\u0103 le v\u0103d oric\u00e2nd, de fiecare dat\u0103 \u00eemi trezesc o emo\u021bie ad\u00e2nc\u0103. Aceea\u0219i emo\u021bie, o emo\u021bie geam\u0103n\u0103 ca intensitate \u0219i inexplicabil\u0103, tr\u0103iesc \u00een clipa \u00een care pe str\u0103du\u021ba \u00eengust\u0103 ne apar \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, cu steagul Greciei plan\u00e2nd de veghe asupra lor, zidul \u0219i turnul Bisericii Panaghia\/Maica Domnului din Lindos. Cred c\u0103 este generat\u0103 de amintirea emo\u021biei cu care, Niadi \u0219i cu mine, i-am trecut pe r\u00e2nd pragul, ca s\u0103 ne acoperim capul cu acela\u0219i batic, \u00een urm\u0103 cu cincisprezece ani \u0219i poate de un dor incon\u0219tient. Atunci era hramul na\u0219terii Maicii Domnului, frem\u0103ta de lumea dornic\u0103 s\u0103 ia parte la slujb\u0103, acum suntem numai Niadi \u0219i cu mine, Tandin, Liliana, Mara \u0219i Leo au plecat s\u0103 urce pe Acropol\u0103.
\n\"\"


\nFapte culturale<\/strong><\/p>\n

Editura BISCARA organizeaz\u0103
\nConcursul de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 POLARIS, Edi\u021bia a III-a, 2023<\/p>\n

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\nEditura Biscara se al\u0103tur\u0103 celor care \u00eel celebreaz\u0103 \u00een anul 2023 pe Demetru Dem. Demetrescu-Buz\u0103u, cunoscut sub numele Urmuz, c\u0103ci se \u00eemplinesc 140 de la na\u0219tere \u0219i 100 de ani de la moartea lui.
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\nParticipan\u021bii sunt invita\u021bi s\u0103 extrag\u0103 un fragment din textul urmuzian <>, pe care s\u0103-l considere motto pentru crea\u021biile proprii, inedite, scrise \u00eentr-o manier\u0103 absurd-suprarealist\u0103.
\n[Textul se reg\u0103se\u0219te \u0219i pe site-ul www.curtealuiurmuz.ro ]
\nLucr\u0103rile concuren\u021bilor sunt a\u0219teptate \u00een perioada 1 aprilie \u2013 15 iulie 2023
\nla adresa de e-mail office@editurabiscara.ro .<\/p>\n

\u00cen e-mail, al\u0103turi de fi\u0219ierul \u00een format Word con\u021bin\u00e2nd proza scurt\u0103 pentru concurs, se vor preciza numele \u0219i prenumele autorului, precum \u0219i localitatea din care provine.
\nFiecare concurent va participa cu o singur\u0103 lucrare. Textul va avea maximum 2 pagini, format A4 \u0219i va fi editat cu font Times New Roman 12, la un r\u00e2nd, cu diacritice, fiind \u00eenso\u021bit de fragmentul ales ca motto. Nu vor fi admise \u00een concurs lucr\u0103rile care nu respect\u0103 regulile gramaticale \u00een vigoare sau care au con\u021binut indecent.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la 31 august 2023 vor fi selectate cele mai valoroase texte intrate \u00een concurs, pentru a fi publicate \u00eentr-un volum colectiv. De asemenea, revistele partenere vor putea alege, dintre finali\u0219ti, c\u00e2te un autor c\u0103ruia \u00eei vor publica, drept premiu, proza \u00eenscris\u0103 la concurs.
\nSucces tuturor participan\u021bilor!<\/p>\n

PARTENERI:<\/p>\n

Revista SPA\u021aII CULTURALE, Revista PLUMB, Revista MI\u0218CAREA LITERAR\u0102, Revista LEVIATHAN
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\nBiblioteca Jude\u021bean\u0103 \u201eAlexandru D. Xenopol\u201d Arad, Biblioteca Jude\u021bean\u0103 \u201eDinicu Golescu\u201d Arge\u0219, Biblioteca Jude\u021bean\u0103 \u201eI.A. Bassarabescu\u201d Giurgiu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Din poezia avangardelor rus\u0103 \u0219i ucrainean\u0103 \u00cen traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU Matvei ROIZMAN (1898 \u2013 1973) S-a n\u0103scut la Moscova<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":18831,"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\/20747"}],"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=20747"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20747\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20756,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20747\/revisions\/20756"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}