{"id":22363,"date":"2024-01-01T22:54:00","date_gmt":"2024-01-01T19:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22363"},"modified":"2024-01-01T22:54:00","modified_gmt":"2024-01-01T19:54:00","slug":"literadura-nr-30-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22363","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 30 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Doris \u0218ERB\u0102NESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

altfel<\/strong><\/p>\n

Preg\u0103tit\u0103 s\u0103 devin\u0103 mam\u0103 singur\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i fotografiaz\u0103 trupul gol la o teras\u0103, servind \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 cu umbrelu\u021b\u0103 din h\u00e2rtie. \u00cendr\u0103gosti\u021bii schimb\u0103 totul \u00een jur, fauna are pe cap p\u0103l\u0103rii umbrel\u0103, flora se str\u00e2nge rapid, ca o ciuperc\u0103 enorm\u0103, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul e plantat cu umbrele, str\u0103zi din umbrele pe ape. Mor\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i doresc umbrele de bambus \u00een loc de cruce \u0219i flori, un copil abandonat se \u00eentreab\u0103 dac\u0103 p\u0103rin\u021bii lui s-au iubit sub umbrele de paie \u00een plin\u0103 furtun\u0103, cerul-p\u00e2nz\u0103 de umbrele cu numele bebelu\u0219ilor mor\u021bi, din capul nebunior cresc umbrele.<\/p>\n


\nco\u0219 de baschet<\/strong><\/p>\n

E mult prea ad\u00e2nc, simt un arc \u00een talpa piciorului, o durere de cap m\u0103 \u00eenv\u00e2rte. Sunt mic\u0103, alunec pe toboganul de forma unui disc, cresc, cresc repede, ca bucata de p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een ol\u0103rit. \u00cenv\u00e2rt discul \u00een jurul m\u00e2inii, \u00een jurul trupului, \u00een jurul inimii, circ. Dragostea \u0219i durerea \u00eempart viii \u00een mii de cruci. M\u0103 reg\u0103sesc \u00een omule\u021bi de h\u00e2rtie \u0219ifonat\u0103. Co\u0219 de baschet. M\u0103 trezesc brusc, \u00een fund, transpirat\u0103, am respira\u021bia unui polipneic. Nu, imi spun, pl\u0103tesc 300 de lei pe noapte, ca s\u0103 ce? S\u0103 m\u0103 fac\u0103 praf patul ast\u0103 ca inelele lui Saturn.<\/p>\n


\nmary strig\u0103 la Mary<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tate de m\u00e2n\u0103 a Domnului, la cei 12 ani Mary love\u0219te cu frumuse\u021bea ei \u0219coala, ca un tren de lux, e obligat\u0103 s\u0103 urasc\u0103 \u0219coala, s-o asocieze cu temele pentru timpul neproductiv. Mama-sa se joac\u0103 cu trupul feti\u021bei pe la paradele de mod\u0103. Mary se picteaz\u0103 cu s\u00e2ngele din sufletul ei ca un iepura\u0219. blan\u0103 angora, pu\u021binul sun\u0103 ca un clopot de mort, foile caietelor se desprind singure \u0219i construiesc avioane particulare, care aterizeaz\u0103 pe pista unui zar jovial. mary strig\u0103 la Mary \u00eentr-un ospiciu ultramodern.<\/p>\n


\nMiruna ROMANCIUC<\/strong><\/p>\n

26 ani, medic rezident \u0219i scrie poezie constant de c\u00e2nd a creat contul de instagram @poeziemoleculara, \u00een urm\u0103 cu 3 ani.
\nA publicat poeme \u00een reviste online \u0219i \u00een format fizic, printre care: O mie de semne, Noise poetry, Echinox, Euphorion, Steaua, Vatra \u0219i Literomania. Prezent\u0103 \u00een antologia ,,Genera\u021bia O Mie de Semne\u201d, coordonat\u0103 de Gelu Diaconu (CDPL, 2022). A scris recenzii pentru citestema.ro, ca parte a echipei Kooperativa Poetic\u0103. A sus\u021binut lecturi publice \u00een cadrul unor evenimente precum Saloanele Literare Familia, Alba Iulia Stand-up Poetry, Ecosistem, podcastul Poets of the East, Festivalul de Literatur\u0103 Transdanubian\u0103, Strada F\u0103r\u0103 Nume. C\u00e2teva poeme se g\u0103sesc \u00een lectur\u0103 proprie pe canalul de youtube poezie contemporan\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103, proiect desf\u0103\u0219urat de Cristina Ispas. A participat la Zilele Poeziei \u00een C\u0103rture\u0219ti Verona anul acesta, ca parte a evenimentului pentru nedebuta\u021bi, organizat de Karmen Florea \u0219i moderat de Sorin Despot \u0219i R\u0103zvan Andrei. C\u00e2teva poeme se g\u0103sesc traduse \u00een spaniol\u0103 \u00een revistele Kametsa (Peru) \u0219i Noche Laberinto (Columbia).<\/p>\n

Din m\u00e2inile tale se ridic\u0103 pere\u021bii de carne
\nAi acestei case niciodat\u0103
\n\u00cen fl\u0103c\u0103ri. <\/p>\n

Aici vin s\u0103 ud florile.
\nAici vin s\u0103 m\u0103 bucur de toamn\u0103. <\/p>\n

Spun de mai multe ori
\n Sunt fericit\u0103. Scot
\nCuvintele cash.<\/p>\n

Cump\u0103r o limb\u0103 din care nu se poate
\nTraduce.<\/p>\n


\ntot ce g\u00e2ndesc <\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eenchide \u00een afara corpului
\nnu mai am r\u0103bdare sau \u00een\u021belegere
\nm\u0103 revolt \u00een piele sensibil\u0103
\nm\u0103 revolt \u00een lumin\u0103 pe jum\u0103tate real\u0103
\ncaut materialul genetic al oamenilor calmi
\n\u00eens\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc bl\u00e2nd\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 efort
\ng\u0103sesc tot cerul pe care \u00eel po\u021bi apropia
\ncu privirea \u00eenainte de toamn\u0103
\nrezervele astea pentru ochi usca\u021bi
\n\u0219i grija pe t\u00e2mple
\ne tot o pereche de electrozi
\ntransmit imagini din viitorul improbabil
\ndar confortabil pentru c\u0103 te a\u0219tep\u021bi la el
\nnu mai a\u0219tept
\nam toate motivele s\u0103-mi dezlipesc
\nobrazul de pe pieptul comun
\nal \u00eent\u00e2rzierilor
\nnu mai a\u0219tept
\ne r\u00e2ndul meu s\u0103 provoc
\no senza\u021bie f\u0103r\u0103 nume<\/p>\n


\nprimul rucsac<\/strong><\/p>\n

primul rucsac pe care \u00eel ducem \u00een spate
\nva fi mereu plin cu bolile prin\u021bilor. momentul \u00een
\ncare afl\u0103m e accidentul din care sc\u0103p\u0103m cu via\u021ba
\n\u00een g\u00e2t. p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci vom avea impresia
\nc\u0103 spatele nostru e drept p\u00e2n\u0103 la prima
\ntrecere prin fa\u021ba unei oglinzi<\/p>\n


\nlini\u0219titor <\/strong><\/p>\n

e ceva lini\u0219titor \u00een oamenii
\nc\u0103rora anii nu le dilueaz\u0103
\nsensibilitatea <\/p>\n

e ceva al nostru
\nal tuturor
\n\u00een m\u00e2inile noduroase
\ncare tremur\u0103 de emo\u021bie <\/p>\n

\u00een privirea acestor oameni
\nintri ca \u00eentr-o biseric\u0103
\ncu pa\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi
\nf\u0103r\u0103 m\u00e2ini \u00eencle\u0219tate <\/p>\n

e ceva al nostru
\nal tuturor<\/p>\n


\nAnca-Ioana C\u00c2D\u0102 <\/strong><\/p>\n

(n. 1995) a absolvit Facultatea de Drept a Universit\u0103\u021bii din Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i este avocat. C\u00e2nd nu-\u015fi practic\u0103 profesia, Anca scrie poezie \u015fi particip\u0103 la Atelierele Mornin` Poets \u2013 \u015fi viceversa. Cu o parte din poemele sale, Anca a participat la edi\u021bia 284 a Institutului Blecher. De asemenea, selec\u021bii din poemele sale au fost publicate \u00een diverse reviste literare.<\/p>\n

soiuri de alabastru <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een cute carnale
\nsiluet\u0103-statuie printre exponatele palide ale fondului plastic
\n\u00een apartamente de \u00eemprumut
\ntot ce-am f\u0103cut a fost s\u0103 b\u00e2jb\u00e2i
\ncu mi\u0219c\u0103ri bru\u0219te \u0219i pl\u0103gi \u00eenjunghiat-\u00een\u021bepate <\/p>\n

\u00een apartamente de \u00eemprumut
\noameni erudi\u021bi
\nse angajeaz\u0103 \u00een schimburi rudimentare
\nversuri de ginsberg pe sex<\/p>\n


\nnu vreau s\u0103 citesc<\/strong><\/p>\n

mai t\u00e2n\u0103r mai iute mai capricios
\nridurile mele \u00een femeile mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103
\ncare te-au interogat pe \u0219est cu \u00eentreb\u0103ri de oracol insipid<\/p>\n

\u00een apartamente de \u00eemprumut
\nrefuzul \u00een care \u00een ultimul timp doar au zbierat sau
\nau zg\u00e2riat unii sau al\u021bii<\/p>\n

vreau m\u00e2\u021be care schel\u0103l\u0103ie \u00een ritual de \u00eemperechere
\nvreau s\u0103 cioplesc bebelu\u0219i imaginari, marmora\u021bi
\nvreau s\u0103-i hr\u0103nesc la s\u00e2n<\/p>\n

micii mei s\u00e2ni de la care au b\u0103ut lapte \u00eendoit cu ap\u0103
\nexemplare de romulus \u0219i remus
\nmica mea inim\u0103 pseudoburghez\u0103
\nmicea noastr\u0103 iubire cu vedere la blocul florentin de pe vraca<\/p>\n

ora\u0219ul m\u0103 cuprinde \u00een
\n\u00een triunghiul s\u0103u de piele umed\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een lini\u0219tile de amiaz\u0103
\ncu miros de soare \u0219i detergent<\/p>\n

\u00een lini\u0219tile de sear\u0103 la care am r\u00e2vnit
\n \u0219i care acum m\u0103 doboar\u0103 <\/p>\n


\nDorina Br\u00e2ndu\u0219a LANDEN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Fulgura\u0163ii<\/strong>
\n *
\nce con\u015ftien\u0163i suntem de hotarele beznei
\n\u00een inimile noastre de regi ne\u00eencorona\u0163i ai durerii
\nsfid\u00e2nd haosul, dragostea, moartea\u2026<\/p>\n

*
\n\u015ftiu c\u0103 dincolo de frumuse\u0163ea \u00eenfloririlor verii
\ndincolo de c\u00e2teva ierburi arse
\nnimic nu va mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne.<\/p>\n

*
\nvei asculta c\u00e2ntecele v\u00e2ntului
\n\u015fi pulsul galben al toamnei
\n\u00een clipa c\u00e2nd trebuie trebuie trebuie
\ns\u0103-mi citesc propria \u00eencercuire\u2026<\/p>\n

*
\nreflexul t\u0103cerii \u00eenaintea marilor bezne
\ne s\u0103-nal\u0163i o zidire din v\u00e2nt \u015fi neant<\/p>\n

\u00een lumea nop\u0163ii \u015fi-a umbrelor
\nfluturi de-argint se clatin\u0103
\nsub palmele lunii pline de t\u0103ceri \u015fi linii
\napoi se rupe o stea frumoas\u0103 ca visul
\n\u015fi cade nes\u0103buit\u0103…
\n *
\narabescuri ce acoper\u0103 sensul ascuns al \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor
\nflori retorice \u00eempletind coroane artificiale
\nacestei realit\u0103\u0163i care nu se mai regenereaz\u0103<\/p>\n

*
\npentru o sc\u00e2nteie va str\u0103luci luna
\n\u00een imensul de\u0219ert al cerului…
\ndar ce de\u0219ert las\u0103 ochilor no\u0219tri
\n\u00een trecerea ei singuratic\u0103…<\/p>\n

*
\nlumea-i plin\u0103 de copaci desfrunzi\u0163i
\n\u00een ochii mei norii
\nv\u00e2ntul aduce-o mireasm\u0103 de miere
\n\u00een ochii mei lacrimi
\nc\u00e2t sunt spirit \u015fi carne nu duc lips\u0103 de triste\u0163i<\/p>\n

*
\nam atins apa unui r\u00e2u dup\u0103 aceea a unui fluviu
\nun val \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 un val m\u0103 tot duce
\nmarea s-a ascuns \u015fi lacrima din ochii oamenilor
\ne un bob de lumin\u0103 \u00een balans
\ndac\u0103 vei privi departe spre linia orizontului
\nvei vedea lumin\u00e2nd un foc de prim\u0103var\u0103
\n\u00eenghi\u021bind un hambar de paie
\nca tu s\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti o s\u0103m\u00e2n\u021b\u0103 de gr\u00e2u<\/p>\n

*
\npe drumul de sear\u0103 e-o flac\u0103r\u0103
\npe care v\u00e2ntul nu o atinge
\nnu o clatin\u0103 nu o stinge
\ncred c\u0103 aici la hotarele nop\u021bii
\ngesteaz\u0103 lumina<\/p>\n

*
\n\u00een diminea\u021ba asta nu a r\u0103s\u0103rit soarele
\nlumea s-a pref\u0103cut \u00eentr-un culcu\u0219 cenu\u0219iu<\/p>\n

\u0219i o ploaie grea grea grea
\ncurge din m\u00e2inile tale \u00eendep\u0103rtate<\/p>\n

*
\npeste p\u0103m\u00e2nt peste mare
\nv\u0103d norii \u2013 caiere de bumbac \u00een v\u00e2nt
\npe \u021b\u0103rmurile lumii via\u021ba trece cu pa\u0219i gr\u0103bi\u021bi
\n\u0219i norii m\u0103 cheam\u0103 pe numele meu
\nr\u0103t\u0103citoare peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i \u00een marea de cea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

*
\nasear\u0103 am vrut s\u0103 fiu armonioas\u0103
\ns\u0103 scriu ni\u015fte versuri
\npe frunzele c\u0103rnoase ale magnoliei
\ns\u0103 ascult intimitatea din cuiburile p\u0103s\u0103rilor
\ns\u0103-mi aprind o nou\u0103 \u021bigar\u0103
\ns\u0103 sting o iluzie \u00een scrumier\u0103
\n\u015fi dac\u0103 fulgerul o taie
\n\u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie sentimente de cristal
\n\u00een lumina care se \u00eenro\u015fe\u015fte<\/p>\n

*
\nculorile str\u0103lucesc fierbinte
\nca o lum\u00e2nare ard
\nde la r\u0103s\u0103rit la apus
\nochiul verde-iaz
\nde cur\u00e2nd deschis
\nnu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se dilate
\npoate s\u0103 vad\u0103
\ncum din spatele scoru\u015filor
\nr\u0103sare o lun\u0103 alb\u0103
\nscorpionul gemenii taurul
\ntotul e sus<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Doris \u0218ERB\u0102NESCU altfel Preg\u0103tit\u0103 s\u0103 devin\u0103 mam\u0103 singur\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i fotografiaz\u0103 trupul gol la o teras\u0103, servind \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 cu umbrelu\u021b\u0103 din<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":22311,"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":[7,329],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22363"}],"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\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=22363"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22364,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22363\/revisions\/22364"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/22311"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=22363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}