{"id":21558,"date":"2023-07-30T22:16:28","date_gmt":"2023-07-30T19:16:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21558"},"modified":"2023-07-30T22:16:28","modified_gmt":"2023-07-30T19:16:28","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-13-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21558","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 13 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Paul Androne<\/strong><\/p>\n

Morfologie<\/strong><\/p>\n

A fi, fire, fui, fuior…
\nUite verbul cum m\u0103 toarce,
\nAnii se urzesc covor
\n\u00cendelung \u0163esut de Parce.<\/p>\n

A fi, fire, fui \u015fi fost…
\nUite \u0163arcul ce ne-ncape
\nUnde totul are-un rost
\nCe mereu o s\u0103 ne scape.\t<\/p>\n

Fost \u015fi fire \u015fi vei fi…
\nUite puntea peste care
\nNoaptea se preface-n zi,
\nTimpul tot devine zare.<\/p>\n

Firul lui a fi ne \u0163ine
\nStr\u00e2ns legat de c\u00e2te-o stea.
\nUite, raza ei de foc sub\u0163ire
\nScrie-acum pe fruntea mea! <\/p>\n

1<\/p>\n

Sunt r\u00e2ul curg\u00e2nd gr\u0103bit printre maluri ,
\nValuri \u00eenfloresc \u00een spume albe pe pietre,
\nTrec c\u0103tre vale amintiri, idealuri,
\nVisuri a\u0163ipite \u00een cenu\u015fa din vetre.<\/p>\n

\u00cen urm\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n mun\u0163ii \u00eenal\u0163i,
\nSt\u00e2nci \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0163e, p\u0103durea de seve,
\nApoi dealuri cumin\u0163i – \u015fi tresal\u0163i
\nC\u00e2nd prin g\u00e2ndul de ape trec toate aievea.<\/p>\n

Malul st\u0103 fix, martor str\u0103in,
\nNu-l pot lua cu mine la vale.
\nAnotimpuri \u00eel scald\u0103 \u00een mereu acela\u015fi senin,
\nNumai r\u00e2ul, doar r\u00e2ul, ne-ncetat se pr\u0103vale.<\/p>\n

Oglinzile apei mai poart\u0103 un timp
\nC\u00e2ntec de p\u0103s\u0103ri, curcubee de flori,
\nNectaruri b\u0103ute cu zeii-n Olimp,
\nPloile verilor suspendate de nori.<\/p>\n

Tot mai multe oglinzi dispar \u00een ad\u00e2nc,
\nCu cioburi tulbur\u00e2nd limpezimile clipei.
\nCe\u0163uri de fum \u00eentre malul cel drept si cel st\u00e2ng
\nSe vars\u0103 cu r\u00e2ul \u00een Marea Risipei.<\/p>\n

2<\/p>\n

Sunt ora desprins\u0103 din z\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare,
\nPopasul unui timp ce nu face popas,
\n\u00cenghesui \u00een ea lumini \u015fi eclipse de soare,
\nDrumuri parcurse cu dreptul, cu st\u00e2ngul, fiece pas.<\/p>\n

Ceasul meu o m\u0103soar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 cadran,
\nNu-mi spune unde e \u00eenceputul, sf\u00e2r\u015fitul,
\nAud \u00eens\u0103 tic-tacul tot mai sonor an de an
\nM\u0103run\u0163ind \u00een secunde nev\u0103zut infinitul<\/p>\n

Ca o moar\u0103 ce se zbate \u00een v\u00e2nt
\nCa s\u0103 macine boabele calde de via\u0163\u0103.
\nFiece clip\u0103 se transform\u0103-n cuv\u00e2nt
\nR\u0103t\u0103cind apoi printre g\u00e2nduri de cea\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd totul, \u00eensumat, face ora,
\nC\u0103ma\u015fa care \u00eemi \u00eembrac\u0103 povestea,
\nVisuri de-o clip\u0103, zboruri fr\u00e2nte \u015fi ora
\nZiua de ieri \u015fi de azi \u015fi cuvintele-acestea.<\/p>\n

3<\/p>\n

Sunt \u015foapta ajuns\u0103 aici din cuv\u00e2ntul dint\u00e2i,
\nM\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea de sunete prinse-mpreun\u0103
\n\u00cen rama unui nume \u00een care r\u0103m\u00e2i
\nS\u0103-\u0163i \u00eempline\u015fti scrisul-destinul p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103.<\/p>\n

Aud \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri \u00eendemn r\u0103spicat –
\nG\u00e2ndul meu are mereu urechea deschis\u0103 –
\nDar dup\u0103 multele drumuri tot n-am aflat
\nCum sun\u0103 \u00een clar textul din pagina scris\u0103.<\/p>\n

Acolo stau semne \u00eentunecate, de noapte,
\nUn glas le roste\u015fte cu putere de tunet.
\nCa prin vis, ca prin somn le aud ca pe \u015foapte
\n\u015ei b\u00e2jb\u00e2i orbe\u015fte \u00een bastoane de sunet.<\/p>\n

Dar \u015foapta m\u0103 ap\u0103r\u0103, e o perdea
\nDup\u0103 care fiin\u0163a-mi r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00eentreag\u0103,
\n\u00cemp\u0103cat\u0103 s\u0103 nu \u015fde azi sentin\u0163a prea grea,
\n\u00cen\u0163eleg\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu se poate totul s\u0103 \u00een\u0163eleag\u0103.<\/p>\n

4<\/p>\n

Sunt. Verb la persoana I, singular\u2026
\nAxele lumii se intersecteaz\u0103 \u00een mine.
\nTu e\u015fti, el sau ea este pentru c\u0103 sunt eu un hotar,
\nExista\u0163i numai c\u00e2t g\u00e2ndu-mi v\u0103 poart\u0103 \u00een sine.<\/p>\n

V\u0103d lumea prin ocheanul lui sunt,
\nO apropii sau o \u00eenconjur cu cea\u0163\u0103,
\nLanuri de g\u00e2nduri auresc \u00een verbul m\u0103runt,
\nOrice poveste face din el o prefa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt aici \u015fi acum, fixez cu ancore clipa,
\nO duc cu mine ca timpul s\u0103 fie \u00eentotdeauna prezent,
\nM\u00e2ine sau ieri s\u0103 fie aripa
\nCe-mi poart\u0103 fiin\u0163a \u00een mereu acela\u015fi curent.<\/p>\n

Locuiesc \u00eencontinuu \u00een prezentul etern.
\nOrizontul pulseaz\u0103. Simt ritmul s\u0103u clar.
\n\u00cen fa\u0163\u0103 e pagina alb\u0103 \u015fi pe fil\u0103 a\u015ftern
\nTextul \u00een care s\u0103 fiu verb la persoana I singular.<\/p>\n

5<\/p>\n

Sunt \u0163ip\u0103tul scurt al pietrei \u00een geam,
\nLini\u015ftea spart\u0103 \u00een \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri de team\u0103
\nCioburi din ce sunt, ce a\u015f fi sau eram
\nLe pl\u0103tesc \u00een ceasuri de sear\u0103 drept vam\u0103.<\/p>\n

Strigatul se \u00eentoarce la mine ecou,
\nTrece prin somnul meu c\u0103tre vise,
\nSe culc\u0103-n timpan \u015fi diminea\u0163a din nou
\nSe strecoar\u0103 afar\u0103 prin ferestre deschise.<\/p>\n

Fiin\u0163a \u00eentreag\u0103 st\u0103 acum risipit\u0103,
\nC\u00e2ntecul se sparge \u015fi el \u00een bronzul din clopot,
\nLumina ajunge la mine tivit\u0103
\nCu umbre, cu cea\u0163\u0103, cu grindin\u0103-n ropot.<\/p>\n

T\u0103i\u015furi de geam \u00eemi fixeaz\u0103 privirea.
\n\u00centre zare \u015fi ochi c\u0103rarea e s\u00e2ngerat\u0103.
\nPe ea apusuri \u00ee\u015fi coboar\u0103 \u00eencet aurirea
\nS\u0103 lumineze \u00een text ultima pagin\u0103, cea de erat\u0103.<\/p>\n

6\t<\/p>\n

Sunt roua str\u0103lucind\u0103 a unei dimine\u0163i,
\nLacrima \u00een care \u00eencape tot universul,
\nCerul albastru s\u0103getat de ere\u0163i,
\nVara topindu-\u015fi \u00een seve mereu \u00een\u0163elesul.<\/p>\n

Oglinda-i rotund\u0103 e ochiul divin
\nCu care v\u0103d abisuri \u015fi margini
\n\u015ei-n care pe mine \u00eensumi m\u0103 v\u0103d
\nPrelungindu-m\u0103 printre r\u00e2nduri \u00een pagini.<\/p>\n

Textul acesta coboar\u0103 \u00een paji\u015fti de rou\u0103
\nCiti\u0163i-l degrab\u0103, sorbi\u0163i-l cu sete de creste,
\nCur\u00e2nd soarele va \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163i ziua \u00een dou\u0103
\n\u015ei-un abur va r\u0103m\u00e2ne din \u00eentreaga poveste.<\/p>\n

7<\/p>\n

Sunt Paul Androne, un nume, un semn
\nS\u0103 reg\u0103sesc drumul c\u00e2nd r\u0103t\u0103cesc prin noapte sau cea\u0163\u0103
\nPe mine s\u0103 m\u0103 reg\u0103sesc dac\u0103 uit
\nCine m\u0103 prive\u015fte din oglinda din fa\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen litera lui sunt z\u0103vor\u00e2te pece\u0163i,
\nBorne care-mi puncteaz\u0103 c\u0103rarea.
\nCa un prizonier \u00eentre patru pere\u0163i
\nPrin numele meu \u00eemi fac zilnic mi\u015fcarea.<\/p>\n

El este deopotriv\u0103 dar \u015fi sentin\u0163\u0103,
\n\u00cemi num\u0103r\u0103 strict anotimpuri, stele stinse \u00een zori,
\nG\u0103ri cardinale. Este peste putin\u0163\u0103
\nS\u0103 schimbi sta\u0163ia unde ai vrea s\u0103 cobori. <\/p>\n

8<\/p>\n

Sunt iarba, flac\u0103ra verde arz\u00e2nd r\u0103coroas\u0103,
\nV\u0103paia mea are at\u00e2tea-n\u0163elesuri \u2013
\nS\u00e2ngele meu \u00eenverze\u015fte gura de coas\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd veri tinere\u015fti se joac\u0103 pe \u015fesuri.<\/p>\n

Din umede bezne se ivesc la lumin\u0103
\nTaine bine ascunse \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\nOchi \u00eenseta\u0163i a\u015fteapt\u0103 iarba s\u0103 vin\u0103
\nS\u0103 se amestece cu pletele-n v\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fie m\u0103tase m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind str\u0103veziu
\nCol\u0163ii de piatr\u0103 r\u0103s\u0103ri\u0163i pentru fiecare \u00een drum.
\nPa\u015fii, \u00een somn, sim\u0163i-vor p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu
\nTrupul ei moale, de vis \u015fi de fum.<\/p>\n

Firul de iarb\u0103 este liter\u0103 vie.
\nDin el \u00eemi compun mereu calendare;
\nDup\u0103 pagini de foc sau de ger re\u00eenvie,
\nFragedul semn nu-i nicic\u00e2nd p\u0103scut de uitare.<\/p>\n

9<\/p>\n

Sunt un enun\u0163 \u00eentr-o poveste anume,
\n\u00cen el se rezum\u0103 \u00een\u0163elesul \u00eentreg.
\nPovestea cuprinde o lume, nume cu nume,
\nEnun\u0163ul e doar oglinda din care a\u015f vrea s\u0103-n\u0163eleg<\/p>\n

Cum s\u0103 se scrie un text cu reguli nescrise
\n\u00cen care cuvintele toate duc spre un sens,
\nCa un r\u00e2u ce \u00ee\u015fi face din z\u0103pezile ninse
\n\u00cenvolbur\u0103ri limpezite \u00een apele clare din \u015fes.<\/p>\n

Sunt doar un enun\u0163 r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00eentr-un text.
\nCa \u00een \u00ab1001 de nop\u0163i\u00bb nu-i afli urmarea.
\nFinalul se-am\u00e2n\u0103, umbra e un context,
\nLabirint unde se-ncurc\u0103 statornic c\u0103rarea.<\/p>\n

10<\/p>\n

Sunt taler \u00eentr-o nelini\u015ftit\u0103 balan\u0163\u0103,
\nO cump\u0103n\u0103 treaz\u0103 \u00eentre noapte \u015fi zi.
\nDe o parte e visul pl\u0103m\u0103dit din speran\u0163\u0103,
\nE zborul meu zilnic, bucuria de-a fi.<\/p>\n

Dincolo e piatra m\u0103sur\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 gre\u015f,
\nEste plumbul ce s\u0103geteaz\u0103 aripa.
\nTalerul balanseaz\u0103 \u00eentre stele \u00eenflorite celest
\n\u015ei nisipul cu care clepsidra \u00ee\u015fi num\u0103r\u0103 clipa.<\/p>\n

Caut s\u0103 fur. Arunc pe taler himere
\nS\u0103 trag totul c\u0103tre numele meu,
\nSpuma zilelor, polenuri aurii, efemere,
\n\u00cens\u0103 dincolo apusuri at\u00e2rn\u0103 mai greu.<\/p>\n

Adaug atunci inima mea pe c\u00e2ntar.
\nCump\u0103na \u00eens\u0103\u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2ne parc\u0103 descump\u0103nit\u0103
\nPare pe taler un zar
\n\u015ei rostogolirea lui nu poate fi c\u00e2nt\u0103rit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Jocul balan\u0163ei este m\u0103surat \u00een cuvinte,
\nR\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 r\u00e2nd ele formeaz\u0103 un pod
\nPeste un text care ascunde \u015fi duce-nainte
\nF\u0103ptura mea de balan\u0163\u0103, cu visuri, cu nelini\u015fti cu tot. <\/p>\n

11<\/p>\n

Sunt c\u0103l\u0103torul \u00eenfr\u0103\u0163it cu un drum,
\nSteaua polar\u0103 ne cunoa\u015fte de-o via\u0163\u0103.
\n\u00cempreun\u0103 am trecut mun\u0163i \u015fi abisuri de fum
\n\u015ei-am dep\u0103nat ghemul, tot mai sub\u0163ire, de a\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pa\u015fii m\u0103 poart\u0103 zi dup\u0103 zi.
\nAm tip\u0103rit cu ei pagini deluroase \u015fi \u015fesuri.
\nC\u0103l\u0103toria este felul viu de a fi
\nDezleg\u00e2nd \u015fi leg\u00e2nd \u00eenapoi \u00eencifrate eresuri.<\/p>\n

Fac din anii mei joc de culori \u00een atlas,
\nRelief cu piscuri, constela\u0163ii \u015fi ro\u015fu de\u015fert.
\n\u00centorc filele ca \u00een urm\u0103 s\u0103 las
\nUn ieri foarte sigur, un m\u00e2ine incert.<\/p>\n

12<\/p>\n

Sunt semn de mirare, un spin
\n\u00cen\u0163ep\u00e2nd talpa vreunui cuv\u00e2nt trec\u0103tor.
\nDe crengile g\u00e2ndului \u00een\u0163elesuri anin,
\nFac ochii s\u0103 vad\u0103 albastrul prin perdeaua de nor.<\/p>\n

Trestie leg\u0103nat\u0103, m\u0103 sprijin de semn,
\n\u00cendoiala s\u0103 nu-mi fr\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eentr-o clip\u0103 credin\u0163a
\nC\u00e2nd r\u0103zbate din zare p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine \u00eendemn
\n\u015ei-un glas \u00ee\u015fi strig\u0103-n ad\u00e2ncuri amar neputin\u0163a.<\/p>\n

Vorbesc lumii \u00eentregi, ascult \u015fi m\u0103 mir,
\nM\u0103 uimesc, m\u0103 fr\u0103m\u00e2nt, m\u0103 topesc \u00een t\u0103cere,
\nPovestea se deap\u0103n\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimul fir
\nDincolo de care totul e \u00eenviere<\/p>\n

De t\u00e2lcuri ascunse, \u00eengropate-n cuv\u00e2nt
\n\u00cen nop\u0163i fumeg\u00e2nd de visare.
\nSunt semn de mirare, dar o adiere de g\u00e2nd
\nM\u0103 \u00eenclin\u0103 adesea \u015fi devin \u00eentrebare. <\/p>\n

13<\/p>\n

Sunt o oglind\u0103. \u00cen apele ei
\nSe cufund\u0103 o lume, steaua \u015fi clipa,
\nCurcubee \u00ee\u015fi st\u00e2mp\u0103r\u0103 setea. Tu iei
\nStr\u0103lucirea, ad\u00e2ncul, aureola, risipa.<\/p>\n

\u00centorc lumii \u00eentregi un alt chip,
\nTopesc \u00een argintu-mi umbrele serii,
\nSt\u00e2nca se n\u0103ruie \u015fi devine nisip,
\nHran\u0103 pentru de\u015fert tuturora.<\/p>\n

Popasuri de-o clip\u0103, de fluturi pe flori
\nFac urm\u0103 ne\u015ftears\u0103 pe retina mea treaz\u0103.
\nPloi calde, de var\u0103, slobozite din nori
\nM\u0103 \u00eentorc \u00een copilul dintr-o etern\u0103 amiaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Uneori cerul \u00een oglind\u0103-i abis,
\nH\u0103u tulbure, cu \u00eennor\u0103ri care sorb.
\nFurtunile zilei fac \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri seninul din vis
\n\u015ei oglinda \u00eentoarce spre lume ochiul s\u0103u orb.<\/p>\n

At\u00e2tea pove\u015fti sunt scrise ad\u00e2nc \u00een apa ad\u00e2nc\u0103.
\nLe duc cu mine de la r\u0103s\u0103rit la apus.
\nGuma nop\u0163ii din carnea lor \u00eens\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103
\n\u015ei jocul lui \u00absunt\u00bb se \u00eencheie. Cortina se trage de jos p\u00e2n\u0103 sus.<\/p>\n


\n Epilog<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din z\u0103ri c\u0103l\u0103toare am decupat ora
\n\u015ei am v\u0103zut \u00een rou\u0103 irisul divin,
\nPrin \u015foapt\u0103 m\u0103 simt ecou tuturora
\nSau m\u0103 transform \u00een \u0163ip\u0103t de-alarm\u0103, un spin
\nDeghizat \u00een semn de mirare
\nArz\u00e2nd odat\u0103 cu iarba, \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri verzui.
\nCu sunt \u00eencep orice conjugare
\nC\u00e2nd torn \u00een enun\u0163uri povestea mea, povestea oricui.
\nPe multele drumuri sunt c\u0103l\u0103tor,
\nPun totul pe taler, c\u0103ci sunt o balan\u0163\u0103,
\nM\u0103 scald \u00een r\u00e2ul sub ceruri de dor,
\nS\u0103 uit c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een sear\u0103 e o mic\u0103 distan\u0163\u0103.
\n\u00cen\u0163eleg \u015fi respir cu toate acestea
\nLa ordine stricte, r\u0103spicate, cazone,
\nPun scut cuvintele, g\u00e2ndul, povestea,
\n \u015ei tot ce \u00eencape \u00een numele
\n Paul Androne.<\/p>\n


\n Ora de aur din auror\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Primul strig\u0103t, ultimul strig\u0103t – ecou!
\n Dou\u0103 \u0163\u0103rmuri \u00eenalte, de cea\u0163\u0103.
\n \u00centre ele, zbucium de ape, lasou
\n Dep\u0103nat an de an din ghemul de a\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

F\u0103ptura mea simte str\u00e2nsoarea de cerc,
\n Vede ochiul de valuri \u015fi zare albastr\u0103.
\n Ah, l\u0103sa\u0163i-m\u0103, l\u0103sa\u0163i-m\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eencerc
\n \u00cen negura nop\u0163ii s\u0103 deschid o fereastr\u0103<\/p>\n

Prin care s\u0103 fac s\u0103 se-ntoarc\u0103
\n Diminea\u0163a de ieri, ora de aur din auror\u0103,
\n C\u00e2nd ziua era o spum\u0103, joc de m\u0103rgrlr \u015fi parc\u0103
\n Lumea se dizolva \u00eentr-o ploaie mare, sonor\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u0103r\u0103ri de lumin\u0103 s-au \u00eenierbat ne\u015ftiut,
\n Cu umbre \u015ferpuind veninos c\u0103tre sear\u0103.
\n Ziua cea lung\u0103, etern\u0103, c\u00e2nd oare-a trecut,
\n C\u00e2nd \u015fi-a topit nev\u0103zut trupu-i molatic de cear\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u00cen noapte fereastra r\u0103m\u00e2ne ochi orb,
\n Numai urechea aude picur\u00e2nd la stre\u015fine clipa.
\n Din poemul lui Poe zboar\u0103 enigmaticul corb
\n \u015ei-mi scrie pe geam ,,nevermore\u201d cu aripa.<\/p>\n


\nVIRGIL BORCAN\t\t\t<\/strong><\/p>\n

Daniel Dr\u0103gan: \u201eSubreta\u201d, Bra\u015fov, Ed. Arania, 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tLa o prim\u0103, gr\u0103bit\u0103 lectur\u0103, cu greu putem accepta subtitlul \u201eroman\u201d (fie \u015fi \u201eun alt fel de roman\u201d) pentru \u201eSubreta\u201d, cel mai recent volum purt\u00e2nd semn\u0103tura lui Daniel Dr\u0103gan. Poate doar \u2013 \u00eens\u0103, evident, nu e cazul \u2013 \u00eentr-o cheie minimalist \u2013 burghez\u0103 de tipul \u201evia\u0163a mea e un roman, domnule!\u201d
\n\tPe m\u0103sur\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 ce ne ad\u00e2ncim \u00een lectur\u0103, cartea \u00ee\u015fi dezv\u0103luie (\u00eens\u0103 nu dintr-o dat\u0103) re\u0163eaua de semnifica\u0163ii, mai dens\u0103 \u015fi mai complicat\u0103 dec\u00e2t ne-am a\u015ftepta de la un volum autobiografic. Mai \u00eent\u00e2i, desigur, titlul; \u201eSubreta\u201d e un pact de lectur\u0103 \u00een cea mai bun\u0103 tradi\u0163ie balzacian\u0103, un personaj semnificativ \u015fi simbolic care concentreaz\u0103 \u00een el o \u00eentreag\u0103 \u201efi\u015f\u0103\u201d narativ\u0103, asemenea pu\u015ftii lui Cehov din actul I care va trage \u00een actul III. Exponent\u0103 a unei lumi inexorabil amputate de ghilotina istoriei, subreta (Sanda Simionescu) nu e doar t\u00e2n\u0103ra, exuberanta actri\u0163\u0103 care anim\u0103 \u00eenceputurile teatrului liric bra\u015fovean.
\nN\u0103valnic\u0103 \u015fi totu\u015fi enigmatic\u0103, zglobie \u015fi profund reflexiv\u0103, ea poate fi \u00eengenuncheat\u0103 (\u015fi \u00eentr-o oarecare m\u0103sur\u0103 este), dar nu \u00eenfr\u00e2nt\u0103. Sorgintea \u201enes\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103\u201d (o simpl\u0103 asociere, \u00een anii \u201950, cu numele Malaxa te putea duce direct la Canal) \u00eei atrage trei ani de oribil\u0103 deten\u0163ie la Codlea. Dar sub chipul \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, devastat de suferin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi de batjocura gardienilor, cu doi din\u0163i lips\u0103, sub aparen\u0163a obosit\u0103 \u015fi crispat\u0103 a unei biete f\u0103pturi chinuite clocote\u015fte latent for\u0163a unei voin\u0163e excep\u0163ionale, feminitatea inefabil\u0103 \u015fi d\u00e2rz\u0103 care are capacitatea (\u015fi \u015fi-o exercit\u0103) de a modifica datele destinului. Ea devine astfel exponentul unei \u00eentregi genera\u0163ii, care este \u015fi cea a autorului, o genera\u0163ie onest\u0103 \u015fi tenace care \u015fi-a propus s\u0103 reziste, dar nu oricum, ci \u00een, prin \u015fi, ar zice Noica, \u00eentru cultur\u0103. Personaj al propriei sale biografii tumultuoase, Daniel Dr\u0103gan ar fi fost considerat, \u00een alte epoci, un picarro de bun\u0103 extrac\u0163ie. Basculat de capriciile st\u0103p\u00e2nilor zilei \u00een toate z\u0103rile, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd elev la liceul militar, ziarist, muncitor ba calificat, ba necalificat, de\u0163in\u0103tor al unui \u2013 \u00eenc\u0103 \u2013 r\u0103sun\u0103tor succes (\u201eTrandafirii Doftanei\u201d) ori dimpotriv\u0103 redus la cea mai tragic\u0103 expresie a foamei \u015fi bolii, el r\u0103m\u00e2ne, pentru c\u0103 toposul recurent la Daniel Dr\u0103gan (\u015fi am aici \u00een vedere \u015fi o bun\u0103 parte din opera sa de fic\u0163iune) este d\u00e2rzenia. \u00centr-o lume \u00een care \u201egalaxia \u015fi-a schimbat traiectoria \/ stele se sting obosite \u015fi cad pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u201d, \u00eentr-o lume dezarticulat\u0103 \u00een care mi\u015feii, n\u0103t\u0103r\u0103ii \u015fi impostorii se zv\u00e2rcolesc \u201ela izb\u00e2nd\u0103 f\u0103c\u00e2nd punte\u201d, Daniel Dr\u0103gan nu uit\u0103 lec\u0163ia de moral\u0103 a bunicului Ion Ni\u0163escu, \u015fi nu-\u015fi las\u0103 nic\u0103ieri, niciodat\u0103 cinstea z\u0103log; nici m\u0103car \u00een momentele de insuportabil\u0103 presiune din partea Partidului \u015fi a Securit\u0103\u0163ii. Concluzia, la fel de valabil\u0103 \u015fi pentru \u201eApel la memorie\u201d, ar putea fi versul lapidar al lui Jebeleanu: \u201e\u015ei n-au \u00eenvins\u201d. Pentru c\u0103 bucla destinului se \u00eenchide perfect, de la cometa violet a copil\u0103riei (\u201ee f\u0103cut\u0103 de m\u00e2na lui Dumnezeu!\u201d) la ging\u0103\u015fia bunicului care cur\u0103\u0163\u0103 cizmuli\u0163ele \u00eennoroiate ale Adelei, dup\u0103 67 de ani de destin asumat p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimele lui consecin\u0163e: \u201eDar nu-i sunt date senectu\u0163ii puterea \u015fi bucuria de a \u00eentoarce timpul a\u015fa cum ai \u00eentoarce o clepsidr\u0103, f\u0103c\u00e2nd ca nisipul odat\u0103 curs, s\u0103 se ridice \u015fi s\u0103 treac\u0103 din nou prin gura clepsidrei, iar omul s\u0103 repete tr\u0103irea care c\u00e2ndva i-a fost, cu generozitate divin\u0103, h\u0103r\u0103zit\u0103\u201d.
\n\tFugit irreparabile tempus … E valabil \u015fi pentru spa\u0163iul fatalmente limitat al expunerii de fa\u0163\u0103. S-ar fi cuvenit s\u0103 z\u0103bovim mai \u00een detaliu asupra stilisticii \u015fi structurii reticulare a textului; umorul absolut savuros \u015fi erotismul sobru (c\u00e2teva figuri feminine, mai mult sau mai pu\u0163in episodice, sunt de o senzualitate cu at\u00e2t mai exploziv\u0103, cu c\u00e2t e mai re\u0163inut\u0103), puterea de evocare \u015fi plasticitatea portretelor \u00eentregesc profilul unui scriitor cu carte de vizit\u0103.
\nPrefer\u0103m \u00eens\u0103 o \u00eencheiere tot \u00een cheie narativ\u0103. Caracterul epic al unui text \u00een proz\u0103 poate fi probat – \u015fi e o prob\u0103 irefutabil\u0103 \u2013 prin posibilitatea contragerii la un singur verb narativ. \u00centregul ciclu proustian, de pild\u0103, poate fi contras la propozi\u0163ia simpl\u0103 \u201eMarcel devine scriitor\u201d. Mutatis mutandis, postulatul fundamental \u00een \u201eSubreta\u201d se poate rezuma astfel: \u201eDaniel Dr\u0103gan r\u0103m\u00e2ne scriitor\u201d. Decod\u0103m a posteriori, \u00een aceast\u0103 gril\u0103, at\u00e2t subtitlul \u201eSubretei\u201d (care, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, devine \u201eun alt fel de roman\u201d), c\u00e2t \u015fi epigraful (\u201eDe n-ar fi amintirea o d\u00e2r\u0103 de cenu\u015f\u0103 \/ Cum am g\u0103si c\u0103rarea \u00eentoarcerii \u00een noi?\u201d).
\n\tDevine astfel emblematic\u0103 nota\u0163ia unui nedrept\u0103\u0163it al istoriei contemporane, evocat la un moment dat \u00een paginile c\u0103r\u0163ii: \u201eC\u00e2t\u0103 luciditate, at\u00e2ta dram\u0103\u201d. Mul\u0163umim, Daniel Dr\u0103gan!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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