{"id":21628,"date":"2023-08-11T00:19:52","date_gmt":"2023-08-10T21:19:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21628"},"modified":"2023-08-11T00:19:52","modified_gmt":"2023-08-10T21:19:52","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-89-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=21628","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 89 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Din poezia francez\u0103 <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00een traducerea lui Leo BUTNARU <\/strong><\/p>\n

Louis ALDEBERT<\/strong>
\n(n. 1934)
\n\"\"

Originar din Mal\u00e8ne en Loz\u00e8re. \u0218ase decenii a locuit la Paris, \u00eens\u0103 p\u0103str\u00e2nd leg\u0103turi str\u00e2nse cu Languedoc, unde s-a re\u00eentors, pentru a se stabili aproape de S\u00e8te. Dup\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 profesional\u0103 intens\u0103 \u0219i variat\u0103, s-a consacrat exclusiv literaturii, sus\u021binut de Pierre Reverdy \u0219i Gaston Bachelard. Din c\u0103r\u021bile sale: Revers elucidat (1970), Genetivele lor (1978), Fond dublu (2000), Pretutindeni sume (2009).<\/p>\n

Budapesta <\/strong><\/p>\n

pe stinghiile nop\u021bi
\np\u0103s\u0103ri mari cenu\u0219ii au desenat conturul speran\u021bei
\n\u0219i chiar al zorilor cu lungi profil\u0103ri \u00eenghe\u021bate
\nde iri\u0219i \u0219i ierburi uscate
\nnu va mai reu\u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 fac\u0103 s\u0103 r\u00e2d
\nne-am \u0219i obi\u0219nuit s\u0103 tr\u0103im vinova\u021bi
\nfiece ninsoare ce cade este isp\u0103\u0219ire
\npeste ad\u0103posturile nop\u021bii iubirea mea
\ntu e\u0219ti cea care imprimi aceast\u0103 mare rozet\u0103 ro\u0219ie
\n
\nTreizeci de ani<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd frica face s\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie negrii coco\u0219i de tabl\u0103
\nsub l\u0103mpi
\npenele de cristal \u00eencol\u021besc \u0219i se ofilesc
\n\u00eentre degete<\/p>\n

rozaceea \u00een doliul t\u0103cerii ezit\u0103 s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103
\nca o roat\u0103 de t\u00e2rg
\nevantaiul de tinichea al cerului se transform\u0103 \u00een moarte absurd
\norele ca fe\u021be de mas\u0103 moarte
\nf\u0103r\u0103 fior sau promisiunea de iarb\u0103 sau l\u00e2n\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u00e2nge surd de la transplant inutil
\nla v\u00e2rsta la care ar mai exista \u00eenc\u0103 dragostea<\/p>\n

sub abajurul con\u0219tiin\u021bei
\nse aude f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de arip\u0103 v\u0103duv\u0103<\/p>\n

cercul de lumin\u0103
\nse mic\u0219oreaz\u0103 ca un b\u00e2lc pe sticl\u0103
\niar \u00een ochiul dilatat agonizeaz\u0103 o stea
\npalid jar viu
\n\u00een sanctuarul de c\u0103petenie<\/p>\n


\nClaude ESTEBAN<\/strong>
\n(1935 \u2013 2006)
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Paris din tat\u0103 spaniol \u0219i mam\u0103 francez\u0103. Fondatorul revistei Argile. Autor al multor eseuri despre literatur\u0103 \u0219i art\u0103. Traduc\u0103tor din poezia lui Jorge Guill\u00e9n, Octavio Paz, Jorge Luis Borges, Garc\u00eda Lorca, Francisco de Quevedo etc. I s-au acordat premii importante, printre care \u2013 Mallarm\u00e9 (1983), al Societ\u0103\u021bii Oamenilor de Litere (1997), Goncourt pentru poezie (2001). Din bibliografia sa: Anotimpul devastat (1968), Cel ce nu doarme (1971), \u00cen vidul ce vine (1976), Doisprezece \u00een soare (1983), Pe ultimul land (1996), Str\u0103in \u00een fa\u021ba por\u021bii (2001), Moarte la distan\u021b\u0103 (2007).<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ziua nu revine, zici tu, ci
\ndoar rana ei, s\u00e2ngele
\npe care-l las\u0103 soarele c\u00e2nd se afund\u0103
\ndeparte
\ntoate corpurile uitate
\nvor s\u0103 \u0219tie dac\u0103 exist\u0103 ceva
\nsub p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ce le reune\u0219te, o parcel\u0103
\nde substan\u021b\u0103 sau nimic
\ndec\u00e2t umbra, nemi\u0219cat\u0103 ca
\no piatra
\npoate c\u0103 speran\u021ba
\nnu e dec\u00e2t o t\u0103ietur\u0103 \u00een carne
\no sc\u00e2nteie f\u0103r\u0103 viitor
\n\u00een memorie
\nnu spune, c\u00e2nd pleci, c\u0103 este
\no zi ce moare.<\/p>\n


\nAcolo<\/strong><\/p>\n

Inimi divizate, inimi
\ndevastate.
\nAcolo unde celorlal\u021bi
\nnu le mai e foame, nu le mai e
\nsete de tine<\/p>\n

acolo nefiind dec\u00e2t
\no cas\u0103
\ncare v\u0103 readun\u0103.
\nInimi inabile
\npentru via\u021b\u0103
\ninimi imobile
\npentru moarte.
\nInimi f\u0103r\u0103 \u0219oapte.<\/p>\n


\nAlb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ea \u00eemparte timpul
\n\u00een dou\u0103.
\nSceptru \u0219i c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 aspr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Spuma nu moare<\/p>\n

buzele deschise
\npe buze.<\/p>\n

Alb.<\/p>\n

\u00cenzidirea p\u0103s\u0103rii.
\nT\u0103ierea nervului fragil al scoicilor.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 ca vocea
\ns\u0103 revin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Gola\u0219 \u00een sare.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Cerul
\norizontal<\/p>\n

O pas\u0103re pe firul invizibil
\nal visului<\/p>\n

Totul e prea departe de sine.<\/p>\n

Peisaj str\u0103luminat, arcade
\ndemise din prezent<\/p>\n

\u2013 leziuni<\/p>\n

Voi \u0219terge din zi chiar \u0219i vocea mea<\/p>\n


\nXXXVIII<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doar un zbor de p\u0103s\u0103ri. \u00cemi amintesc. Le locuiesc
\nc\u0103l\u0103toria. Eu, \u00eendr\u0103gostitul de ziduri, m\u0103 \u00een-
\nnal\u021b \u00een propriu-mi corp. Respir. M\u0103 apropii
\ntremur\u00e2nd ating\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de spa\u021biu. Desenez o s\u0103geat\u0103
\nalb pe aer alb.<\/p>\n


\nXXXIX<\/strong><\/p>\n

Scoici de var\u0103, voi, toate scufundate \u00een obscuritate.
\nPerfecte acum printre pic\u0103turi. Am avut pu\u021bin\u0103
\nsare ascuns\u0103 sub lini\u0219tea mea. V-o re\u00eentorc.
\nBe\u021bi-o odat\u0103 cu el. Sp\u0103la\u021bi vechiul canal de lacrimi.
\nCeea ce a fost adunat, zi de zi, nu mai conteaz\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nGilbert BAQU\u00c9<\/strong>
\n(1935 \u2013 2015)
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut la Toulouse. Absolvent al \u0218colii Normale de \u00cenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tori (1951-1955), dup\u0103 care a fost angajat \u00een educa\u021bie p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een 1990. Jazman amator, cu evolu\u021bii scenice \u00een ora\u0219ul natal. A editat volumele de poeme: Revela\u021bii (1959), Timpul de a pierde (1970), Dezorient (1982), Clipa suprem\u0103 (1990), Soarele (1996), Resac (2002), Tournefeuille (2007), Sf\u00e2r\u0219it provizoriu (2008).<\/p>\n

Paradisul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen acele timpuri verile ne sf\u00e2\u0219iau cu unghiile.
\nA\u0219a a fost,
\n\u00een tremur\u0103toarea incertitudinea a ploilor
\nla nebunie preferam gr\u0103dinilor
\nturnurile imuabile ale acestui pustiu,
\nunde c\u0103ldura \u00ee\u0219i desface elitrele,
\nunde tumultul \u00ee\u0219i depune bagajele,
\nunde t\u0103cerea \u00eenghea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Chiar \u0219i la v\u00e2n\u0103toare vener\u0103m cruzimea acestui Eden.<\/p>\n


\nLenjerie<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lenjeria din strig\u0103tul alb al cear\u0219afurilor
\na purificat-o furtuna
\nPav\u0103za de iarb\u0103 se ridic\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la prag unde \u00eenc\u0103 tremur\u0103
\nimaginea virgin\u0103 a ploii
\nChiar \u00een aceast\u0103 umbr\u0103 \u0219i aceast\u0103 t\u0103cere conform strig\u0103tului
\ns\u0103 stea mut\u0103
\natent\u0103 la balan\u021bele exacte ale timpului
\n\u0219i rumen\u0103 din unica pl\u0103cere de a fi tr\u0103it<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o alt\u0103 inocen\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nCuplu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iarba \u0219i ploaia se unesc
\nToamna domne\u0219te, memoria-i intact\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ne mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne floarea
\nUnei alte ascenden\u021be,<\/p>\n

Strig\u0103t vegetal ce se sf\u00e2\u0219ie
\n\u00cen m\u00e2inile noastre mute,<\/p>\n

De parc\u0103 a iubi
\n\u00censeamn\u0103 durere.<\/p>\n


\nFAPTE CULTURALE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poduri literare \u00eentre prieteni, la Biblioteca Jude\u021bean\u0103 V. Voiculescu Buz\u0103u<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poe\u021bii buzoieni consacra\u021bi, al\u0103turi de invita\u021bii lor din \u021bar\u0103, s-au aflat fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 cu tinerii pasiona\u021bi de poezie, la Biblioteca Jude\u021bean\u0103 V. Voiculescu Buz\u0103u. Prilejul l-a constituit manifestarea Poduri literare \u00eentre prieteni, ini\u021biat\u0103 de poeta buzoianc\u0103 Ramona M\u00fcller, \u00een cadrul c\u0103reia a avut loc \u0219i decernarea premiilor la Concursul jude\u021bean de poezie Universul copil\u0103riei.
\nAm g\u00e2ndit acest eveniment ca un schimb de experien\u021b\u0103 \u00eentre poe\u021bii buzoieni \u0219i cei din afara jude\u021bului. Dac\u0103 profesorii intr\u0103 \u00een grev\u0103, arta \u0219i poezia nu vor intra \u00een stand-by niciodat\u0103, pentru c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219im aceste experien\u021be. Ideea acestui periplu cultural mi-a venit pentru c\u0103 eu m-am mutat \u00een Ploie\u0219ti \u0219i m-am g\u00e2ndit s\u0103 o lu\u0103m a\u0219a la pas pe vale. Iat\u0103 c\u0103 acum suntem la Buz\u0103u, al\u0103turi de Ildiko \u0218erban, membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia \u2013 Filiala Arad, \u0219i de Emilia Poenaru Moldovan, membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia \u2013 Filiala Cluj, a declarat Ramona M\u00fcller.
\nPrintre poe\u021bii buzoieni care au luat parte la acest dialog literar s-au aflat: Valeria Manta-T\u0103icu\u021bu, Dumitru Pan\u0103, Lauren\u021biu Belizan, Nicolai T\u0103icu\u021bu, Nicolae Pogonaru, Teo Cabel, Mihaela Roxana Boboc, Dan Ionel Dinu, Gina Zaharia, Manuela Camelia Sava, Sorin C\u0103lin, Mihai M. Macovei \u0219.a.
\nOdat\u0103 cu decernarea premiilor la concursul de poezie pentru elevi, laurea\u021bii au avut ocazia s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i prezinte crea\u021biile \u00een fa\u021ba poe\u021bilor consacra\u021bi. Dintre cei 22 de concuren\u021bi, au fost premia\u021bi cu diplome \u0219i bani urm\u0103torii: Categoria Gimnaziu \u2013 Premiul I: Nica Bianca Andreea (clasa a VIII-a la \u0218coala Gimnazial\u0103 nr. 7 Buz\u0103u); Premiul II: Vasile Ayanna Cristian (clasa a VII-a la \u0218coala Gimnazial\u0103 nr. 11 Buz\u0103u); Premiul III: Gheorghe Alexandra (clasa a VII-a la \u0218coala Gimnazial\u0103 nr. 11 Buz\u0103u) \u0219i Categoria Liceu \u2013 Premiul I: M\u0103nic\u0103 Cristina \u0218tefania (clasa a XII-a la Liceul Teoretic Nicolae Iorga Nehoiu); Premiul II: Bucur Andreea Dorina (clasa a XII-a la Liceul de Arte Margareta Sterian Buz\u0103u); Premiul III: Vasile \u0218tef\u0103ni\u021b\u0103 Georgian (clasa a X-a la Colegiul Na\u021bional Alexandru Vlahu\u021b\u0103 Rm. S\u0103rat).
\n\"\"

Cristian IONESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n


\nIon Tudor IOVIAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

\u00ee\u0163i voi injecta poezie \u00een s\u00e2nge<\/strong><\/p>\n

cre\u015fte pe t\u0103cute
\nnev\u0103zut
\n\u00een mine
\n\u015fi nu \u015ftiu pentru ce \u015fi nu \u015ftiu ce chip o s\u0103 aib\u0103 ce nume<\/p>\n

\u00eemi surp\u0103 c\u0103m\u0103rile \u00een care am ascuns
\n\u015foapta de dragoste dintr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 cu nervi
\ndurerea trist\u0103 din minte
\nmica vicioas\u0103<\/p>\n

sunte\u0163i mai noroco\u015fi dec\u00e2t mine dac\u0103 i-a\u0163i tr\u00e2ntit
\nu\u015fa \u00een nas
\nacestei lumi \u2013 zice –
\neu vin s\u0103 v\u0103 fac treburile murdare<\/p>\n

voi sp\u0103la smogul \u015fi m\u00e2zga din case din inimi
\nvoi cauteriza r\u0103ni de topor de cuvinte de dragoste
\nvoi desfunda min\u0163ile
\nvoi aduce ninsoarea caustic\u0103 s\u0103 ascund\u0103 ur\u00e2tul s\u0103-l ard\u0103<\/p>\n

apoi mi-a telefonat dintr-un bistrou de pe autostrad\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd luna
\nse t\u0103v\u0103lea \u00een praful drumului cu be\u0163ivii \u015fi t\u00e2rfele
\nexcitat\u0103 la culme
\nda da
\n\u00eel voi aduna \u015fi acum ca de fiecare dat\u0103 din bistroul p\u0103duchios<\/p>\n

dar cum po\u0163i tr\u0103i numai cu poezie-
\nprive\u015fte-\u0163i
\nvisele f\u0103cute zob
\npoemele cu ma\u0163ele scoase afar\u0103
\naruncate \u00een malaxor laolalt\u0103 cu m\u00e2ncarea acrit\u0103
\ncu aripile de carton ale celor care s-au aruncat de la
\netaj
\nast\u0103 noapte<\/p>\n

prive\u015fte-\u0163i
\ncontemporanii f\u0103c\u00e2nd sluj pentru prezervative \u015fi coca cola
\nemo\u0163ii conservate \u00een formol
\nsex \u015fi tr\u0103sc\u0103u<\/p>\n

e\u015fti un produs al hazardului
\nun m\u0103runt \u015fi trec\u0103tor eveniment biologic
\n\u00eemboln\u0103vit de poezie<\/p>\n

comment t\u2019appelle tu kak tebia zavut what\u2019s your name
\ncruci \u015fi dumnezei \u015fi electrifica\u0163ia cui te-a f\u0103cut
\nr\u0103spunde
\nr\u0103spunde
\nTE ROG<\/p>\n

dar \u00eei v\u0103d f\u0103ptura de lumin\u0103 \u015fi carne v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103 \u015fi zg\u00e2rciuri
\ncu ombilicul s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd
\n\u00eenc\u0103
\nlegat de inima mea
\nde creierul meu<\/p>\n

ar trebui
\nbisturie \u015fi ace fer\u0103straie \u015fi \u015ffac
\ns\u0103-\u015fi ia via\u0163a pe cont propriu<\/p>\n

dar acum
\nte va prinde
\ncititorule
\nte va prinde \u015fi \u00ee\u0163i va injecta
\nm\u0103car pentru o via\u0163\u0103 pentru o zi
\nPOEZIE \u00ceN S\u00c2NGE<\/p>\n

\u015fi vei fi al meu pentru totdeauna<\/p>\n

acum se strecoar\u0103
\nafar\u0103 din mine din casa mea \u015fi se pierde
\nprintre copaci<\/p>\n

te p\u00e2nde\u015fte
\n\u015fi
\nTE VA PRINDE<\/p>\n

I will inject poetry in your blood<\/p>\n

she grows silently
\nunseen
\ninside of me
\nand I don\u2019t know why and I don\u2019t know what face it will have what name<\/p>\n

it crumbles my pantries in which I hid
\nthe love whisper from a nervous morning
\nthe sad pain in my mind
\nthe small vicious<\/p>\n

,,you are luckier than me if you slammed
\nthe door in the nose
\nto this world \u2013 she says \u2013
\nI come to do your dirty work<\/p>\n

I will wash away the smog and the slime from homes and hearts
\nI will cauterize wounds of axes of words of love
\nI will clear the minds
\nI will bring the caustic snow to hide away the ugliness to burn it<\/p>\n

then she phoned me from a bistro on the highway
\nwhen the moon
\nwas rolling in the dust with the drunken and the whores
\nall excited
\nyes yes
\nI will take him again as always from the bistro full of lice<\/p>\n

,,but how can you live only by poetry \u2013
\nlook
\nat your dreams crushed
\nyour poems with the bowels ripped out
\nthrown in the masticator with the spoilt food
\nwith the carton wings of the ones who threw themselves from a building
\nlast night<\/p>\n

look
\nat your coevals begging for condoms and coca cola
\nemotions stored in formaldehyde
\nsex and rotgut<\/p>\n

you are a product of chance
\na small and short-lived biological event
\nill with poetry<\/p>\n

comment t\u2019appelles tu kak tebia zavut what\u2019s your name
\ngod damn it
\nanswer
\nanswer
\nPLEASE<\/p>\n

but I see her body of light and bruised flesh and cartilage
\nwith her bleeding navel
\nstill
\ntied to my heart
\nto my brain<\/p>\n

it would take
\nscalpels and needles saws and cords
\nfor her to take her life on her own<\/p>\n

but now
\nshe will get you
\nreader
\nshe will get you and she will inject
\nat least for a life for a day
\nPOETRY IN YOUR BLOOD<\/p>\n

and ,,you will be mine forever<\/p>\n

now she is creeping
\nout of me of my home and she loses herself
\nthrough the trees<\/p>\n

she is lurking
\nand
\nSHE WILL GET YOU<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een limba englez\u0103 de Alexandra Ioana Ivan Wasa<\/p>\n

Ich werde die Dichtung ins Blut injizieren<\/p>\n

er w\u00e4chst still und heimlich
\nungesehen
\nin mich
\nund ich weiss nicht wof\u00fcr und ich weiss nicht welches Gesicht er haben soll welchen Namen<\/p>\n

er st\u00fcrzt die Kammer ein wo ich versteckt habe
\nLiebesgefl\u00fcster von einem ge\u00e4rgerten Morgen
\nden traurigen Schmerz aus meinem Sinn
\nden kleinen lasterhaften Schmerz<\/p>\n

Sie sind gl\u00fccklicher als ich wenn Sie ihm die T\u00fcr dieser Welt
\nin die Nase
\ngeknallt haben \u2013 er sagt \u2013
\nich komme Ihre Drecksarbeit zu tun<\/p>\n

ich werde den Nebelschleier und den Scleim waschen
\nich werde die Hackenwunden auf die Liebesworte \u00e4tzen
\nich werde die Gehirne einschalten
\nich werde den \u00e4tzenden Schneefall bringen das H\u00e4ssliche zu verbergen zu brennen\u201d<\/p>\n

dann rief er mich aus einer Autobahnkneipe an
\nals der Mond
\nmit den Betrunkenen und den Huren auf den Stra\u03b2enstaub verschob
\nstark erregt
\nja ja
\nich werd\u2019 ihn auch jetzt wie immer aus der lausigen Kneipe holen<\/p>\n

aber wie kannst nur aus der Dichtung leben \u2013
\nschau auf
\ndeine gebrochene Tr\u00e4ume
\ndeine Gedichte mit den Eingeweiden herausgenommen
\ngeworfen in den Mixer zusammen mit dem anges\u00e4uerten Essen
\nmit den Kartonfl\u00fcgeln derjenigen die vom Etage geworfen wurden
\ngestern abend<\/p>\n

schau auf
\ndeine Zeitgenossen die den anderen f\u00fcr Kondoms und Coca Cola dienen
\nGef\u00fchle in Formalin eingelegt
\nin Geschlechtsverkehr und L\u00f6schwasser<\/p>\n

du bist ein Erzeugnis des Zufalls
\nein winziges und fl\u00fcchtiges biologisches Ereignis
\nkrank von der Dichtung<\/p>\n

comment t\u2019appelle tu kak tebia zavut what\u2019s your name
\nSchei\u03b2 egall wer dich geschaffen hat
\nantworte
\nantworte
\nBITTE\u201d
\naber ich sehe die Gestalt des Lichts und das bl\u00e4uliche Fleisch und Knorpel
\nmit dem blutigen Bauchnabel
\nnoch
\nan mein Herz
\nan mein Gehirn gebunden<\/p>\n

man braucht
\nSkalpell und Nadeln S\u00e4ge und Halfter
\nsein eigenes Leben zu nehmen<\/p>\n

aber jetzt
\ner wird dich, Leser
\nfangen
\ner wird dich fangen und wird dich injizieren
\nzum mindesten f\u00fcr ein Leben f\u00fcr einen Tag
\ndie DICHTUNG INS BLUT<\/p>\n

und du wirst mein f\u00fcr immer sein\u201d<\/p>\n

jetzt stiehlt er
\naus meinem Wesen aus meinem Haus und entschwindet
\ndurch die B\u00e4ume<\/p>\n

er sp\u00e4ht dich
\nund
\nWIRD DICH FANGEN<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een limba german\u0103 de
\n C\u0103t\u0103lina B\u0103lini\u015fteanu <\/strong><\/p>\n

je vais t\u2019injecter de la po\u00e9sie dans tes veines<\/strong><\/p>\n

elle grandit en silence
\ninsaisissable
\n\u00e0 l\u2019int\u00e9rieur de moi
\net je ne sais pas pourquoi et je ne sais pas quel visage elle va avoir quel nom<\/p>\n

elle ruine mes caves ou j\u2019ai cach\u00e9
\nle soupir d\u2019amour d\u2019un matin nerveux
\nla douleur triste de mon esprit
\nla petite vicieuse<\/p>\n

\u00ab vous avez plus de chance que moi si vous avez claqu\u00e9
\nLa porte dans la figure
\n\u00e0 ce monde \u2013 elle dit \u2013
\nje viens vous faire le sale boulot<\/p>\n

je vais laver la suie et la boue des maisons et des c\u0153urs
\nje vais caut\u00e9riser les blessures de hache de mots d\u2019amour
\nje vais d\u00e9bloquer les esprits
\nje vais emporter la neige caustique pour cacher la laideur pour la bruler<\/p>\n

puis elle m\u2019a t\u00e9l\u00e9phon\u00e9 depuis un bistrot sur l\u2019autoroute
\nquand la lune
\nse roulait dans la poussi\u00e8re avec tous les ivrognes et les putes
\ntoute excit\u00e9e
\noui oui
\nje vais le faire sortir de nouveau comme chaque fois du bistrot plein de poux<\/p>\n

\u00ab mais comment peux tu vivre seulement de po\u00e9sie \u2013
\nregarde
\ntes r\u00eaves d\u00e9truits
\ntes po\u00e8mes aux entrailles dehors
\njet\u00e9s dans le malaxeur avec les plats pourris
\navec les ailes de carton de gens qui se sont jet\u00e9s par la fen\u00eatre
\nla nuit derni\u00e8re<\/p>\n

regarde
\ntes contemporains en s\u2019humiliant pour des pr\u00e9servatives et du coca
\npour des \u00e9motions pr\u00e9serv\u00e9s en formald\u00e9hyde
\nsexe et tord-boyaux<\/p>\n

tu es un produit du hasard
\nun petit et \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re \u00e9v\u00e9nement biologique
\nmalade de po\u00e9sie<\/p>\n

comments t\u2019appelles tu kak tebia zavut what\u2019s your name
\nputain de merde
\nr\u00e9ponds
\nr\u00e9ponds<\/p>\n

S\u2019IL TE PLAIT<\/p>\n

mais je vois son corps de lumi\u00e8re de chair battue et de cartilage
\navec son nombril sanglant
\nencore
\nli\u00e9 \u00e0 mon c\u0153ur
\n\u00e0 mon cerveau<\/p>\n

il faudrait
\ndes scalpels des aiguilles des scies des cordes
\npour qu\u2019elle prenne son destin en main<\/p>\n

mais maintenant
\nelle va t\u2019attraper
\nlecteur
\nelle va t\u2019attraper et injecter
\nau moins pour une vie pour une journ\u00e9e
\nDE LA POESIE DANS TES VEINES<\/p>\n

et \u00ab tu seras mien pour toujours \u00bb<\/p>\n

maintenant elle s\u2019extrait
\nhors de moi de ma maison et se perd
\nparmi les arbres<\/p>\n

elle t\u2019observe
\net
\nELLE VA T\u2019ATTRAPER<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een francez\u0103 de
\n Alexandra Ioana Ivan Wasa<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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