{"id":22593,"date":"2024-02-05T13:57:17","date_gmt":"2024-02-05T10:57:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22593"},"modified":"2024-02-05T13:57:17","modified_gmt":"2024-02-05T10:57:17","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-92-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=22593","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 92 (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Valeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Secularizarea s\u0103rb\u0103torilor <\/strong><\/p>\n

Am \u00eencetat de mult \u0219i cei mai mul\u021bi dintre noi s\u0103 fim oameni religio\u0219i. Nu mai \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bim s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na \u00een perioade sacre \u0219i profane \u0219i, \u00een general, \u00eentre noi \u0219i timp exist\u0103 o rela\u021bie complicat\u0103. Omul modern \u2013 \u00een\u021beleg\u00e2ndu-l prin \u201emodern\u201d pe tr\u0103itorul \u00eentr-o societate civilizat\u0103, evoluat\u0103 tehnic, computerizat\u0103 etc. – se folose\u0219te tot mai frecvent \u0219i din abunden\u021b\u0103 de cli\u0219ee \u00een comunicarea \/ pseudocomunicarea cu ceilal\u021bi. Unul dintre cli\u0219ee se dezvolt\u0103 \u00een jurul no\u021biunii de timp ca durat\u0103 limitativ\u0103 a ac\u021biunilor \u0219i a existen\u021bei \u00een sine, de\u0219i proiec\u021bia limitei \u0219i asumarea ei tragic\u0103 lipsesc aparent din orizontul cotidian. De c\u00e2te ori nu auzim \u0219i nu spunem: \u201en-am timp\u201d, \u201enu \u0219tiu cum trece timpul\u201d sau, mai sofisticat, \u201eeu cump\u0103r timp, nu v\u00e2nd\u201d? Prima semnifica\u021bie a acestor cli\u0219ee este scuza, justificarea, fie \u00een cazul nonac\u021biunii \u0219i al noncomunic\u0103rii, fie al am\u00e2n\u0103rii unor gesturi preponderent sociale; \u00een definitiv, fiecare tr\u0103ie\u0219te pe cont propriu o criz\u0103 de timp, a\u0219a c\u0103, sistemul de referin\u021b\u0103 coinciz\u00e2nd, exist\u0103 \u0219i garan\u021bia credibilit\u0103\u021bii \u0219i a speran\u021bei c\u0103 ceea ce nu se face ori se am\u00e2n\u0103 numai, p\u00e2n\u0103 la un moment dat, poate fi reluat f\u0103r\u0103 probleme. Lipse\u0219te aici, evident, con\u0219tiin\u021ba degrad\u0103rii oric\u0103rui element mundan sub ac\u021biunea erodant\u0103 a timpului, pentru c\u0103 timpul nostru este unul istoric, profan, nicidecum sacru, cosmic, ciclic repetabil. Auto\u00een\u0219elarea vine din confuzia de planuri \u0219i din lipsa de reflexivitate; fiin\u021b\u00e2nd \u00eentr-un timp liniar – deci ireversibil – \u0219i nu \u00eentr-un timp ciclic, nimic din ce-am l\u0103sat \u00een urm\u0103 nu mai poate fi reg\u0103sit calitativ intact, descoperirea \u2013 tardiv\u0103 \u2013 conduc\u00e2nd, evident, la o ad\u00e2ncire a crizei existen\u021biale.
\nLoc comun\/ formul\u0103 la \u00eendem\u00e2na oricui, \u201en-am timp de pierdut\u201d, din expresie a refuzului \u0219i a rezisten\u021bei \u00een fa\u021ba tuturor celor inutile, s-a golit de fapt de con\u021binut \u0219i ascunde, cel pu\u021bin, ipocrizie \u0219i nu adev\u0103r. Avem timp de pierdut cu tot felul de activit\u0103\u021bi al c\u0103ror unic rol este de a umple golul sufletesc. Atunci c\u00e2nd s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na curge omogen de luni p\u00e2n\u0103 duminic\u0103, iar duminica, din ziua Domnului, a devenit una \u00een care faci cump\u0103r\u0103turi, apoi treburi domestice \u0219i, dac\u0103 nu-i deja noapte \u0219i foarte t\u00e2rziu, te instalezi \u00een fa\u021ba calculatorului\/ a televizorului\/ a telefonului inteligent \u0219i te \u201erelaxezi\u201d, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 ui\u021bi c\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 o nou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, care o repet\u0103 fidel pe cea tocmai \u00eencheiat\u0103 (plec\u0103ri gr\u0103bite\/nervoase la serviciu, nervi \u00een trafic, griji domestice duium, \u00eentr-o bucl\u0103 temporal\u0103 din care nu po\u021bi ie\u0219i viu), e clar c\u0103 e vorba de supravie\u021buire trupeasc\u0103, nu de tr\u0103ire intens spiritual\u0103. Secularizarea duminicii, trecerea ei din timpul sacru \u00een cel profan nu mai mir\u0103 dec\u00e2t pe nostalgicii \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103, cei care, cuprin\u0219i de spaima finitudinii, \u00eencearc\u0103 (de cele mai multe ori, f\u0103r\u0103 succes) s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 la religie, la promisiunile ei: o tragic\u0103 ag\u0103\u021bare de clip\u0103, de timpul limitativ-profan, \u00een ciuda iluziei c\u0103 el ar mai putea redeveni sacru. Ie\u0219it\u0103 de sub autoritatea bisericii, dispre\u021buind ori ignor\u00e2nd valorile spirituale, morale \u0219i culturale at\u00e2t de importante pentru \u00eenainta\u0219i, lumea modern\u0103 nu mai percepe realitatea prin filtrul magic prin care se organiza existen\u021ba; \u00ee\u0219i vrea duminicile \u00eenapoi, dar nu mai \u0219tie cum s\u0103 procedeze, pentru c\u0103 are alte tabuuri, alt\u0103 mentalitate \u0219i alt context socio-economic.
\nSecularizarea duminicii vine la pachet cu secularizarea principalelor momente religioase. \u0218i, dac\u0103 tot s-au \u00eencheiat de cur\u00e2nd s\u0103rb\u0103torile de iarn\u0103, ne putem uita peste um\u0103r la ele, constat\u00e2nd, cu resemnarea omului modern, capabil s\u0103 accepte (nu f\u0103r\u0103 c\u00e2rtire) toate schimb\u0103rile din societate, c\u0103 procesul de laicizare a continuat cu \u0219i mai mare t\u0103mb\u0103l\u0103u \u0219i succes. Semnifica\u021bia sacr\u0103 a Cr\u0103ciunului, de exemplu, s-a pierdut \u00een goana dup\u0103 cadouri, \u00een paradele cu mo\u0219i cr\u0103ciuni \u0219i cr\u0103ciuni\u021be sexy, care caricaturizeaz\u0103 datinile, \u00een serb\u0103rile cu l\u0103l\u0103ieli contraf\u0103cute, care numai la cei cu un IQ c\u00e2t num\u0103rul de la pantofi mai pot trece drept colinde, \u00een tonele de petarde \u0219i artificii: tablou lipsit de emo\u021bie sacr\u0103, dar cu un scop comercial bine definit \u0219i care este foarte departe de sensul atribuit, \u00een vechime, s\u0103rb\u0103torii care este a na\u0219terii Domnului, nu a atotputerniciei fostului mo\u0219 Geril\u0103.
\nIdentificarea cu valorile \u0219i institu\u021biile religioase a l\u0103sat locul unei r\u0103t\u0103ciri prin tenebrele societ\u0103\u021bii de consum, acolo unde rug\u0103ciunea, c\u00e2nd nu este luat\u0103 \u00een r\u00e2s, este mecanic\u0103, superficial\u0103 \u0219i vine mai mult din voca\u021bia supersti\u021biei: \u0219i suntem \u00een topul celor mai supersti\u021bioase popoare din Europa, dezvolt\u00e2nd, de la an la an, tot felul de practici aberante, mai ales la trecerea dintre ani (s\u0103 por\u021bi ro\u0219u, s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nci pe\u0219te, s\u0103 ai bani \u00een buzunar \u0219i multe alte bazaconii) sau \u201edescoperind\u201d obiceiuri practicate de str\u0103buni (\u00een treac\u0103t fie zis, ace\u0219tia probabil c\u0103, dac\u0103 ar putea, s-ar r\u0103suci \u00een morm\u00e2nt afl\u00e2nd ce t\u00e2mpenii li se trec \u00een cont). Valorile non-religioase (\u0219i ce e mai valoros, de Cr\u0103ciun, ca un brad scump, ornat cu globule\u021be unicat, al c\u0103ror pre\u021b dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te salariul mediu pe economie, sau ca o petrecere \u00een cluburi de noapte, sau ca o parad\u0103 de capre, \u201eur\u00e2\u021bi\u201d \u0219i ur\u00e2te care alung\u0103 spiritele rele din patrie, \u00een timp ce bisericile se uit\u0103 severe \u00een alt\u0103 parte?) par s\u0103 fi intrat \u00een normalitate, ca expresie a progresului \u0219i a g\u00e2ndirii libere, tot mai corecte politic. Dezinhibarea, eliminarea oric\u0103ror restric\u021bii de ordin religios \u0219i cultural (biserica \u0219i-a cam pierdut din autoritate \u0219i giumbu\u0219lucurile unor capi ai ei n-o ajut\u0103 deloc) sporesc starea de confuzie general\u0103: c\u00e2teodat\u0103 sim\u021bim c\u0103 ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 nu este \u00een regul\u0103, c\u0103 ne pierdem timpul cu kitschuri \u0219i c\u0103-i neglij\u0103m valoarea, sensul \u0219i semnifica\u021bia corect\u0103, dar fiorul metafizic trece repede, c\u0103 de aceea i se spune \u201efior\u201d (senza\u021bie u\u0219oar\u0103, de fulg ce-\u021bi cade peste frunte sau emo\u021bie care dureaz\u0103 c\u00e2t o durere \u00een cot).<\/p>\n


\nCenaclul poe\u021bilor din cer<\/strong><\/p>\n

Camil PETRESCU<\/strong>
\n(9\/21 aprilie 1894 \u2013 14 mai 1957)<\/em>
\n\"\"

Fragment I<\/strong><\/p>\n

Treci pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \u00een aceast\u0103 alb\u0103 zi,
\nCa o f\u0103ptur\u0103 vie f\u0103r\u0103 umbr\u0103, \u0219i
\nF\u0103r\u0103 ca nimeni s\u0103 te poat\u0103 \u0219ti.<\/p>\n

Cum, ca fierul cenu\u0219iu, s\u0103 nu mai fie
\nCeea ce a fost at\u00e2t de mult?
\nAt\u00e2ta rece vecinicie
\nDup\u0103 at\u00e2ta zbatere \u0219i-at\u00e2t tumult?
\nPo\u021bi s\u0103 respiri \u00een timp rarefiat, f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns?
\nPentru piscurile nefiin\u021bei, pasul \u021bi-e de ajuns?<\/p>\n

De ce am ales oare
\nCerbicia de a vrea totul sau nimic?
\nArderea, f\u0103r\u0103 fum \u0219i rest, orbitoare?
\nAruncarea-n golul g\u00e2ndului cu ochi \u00eenchi\u0219i?<\/p>\n

N-am vrut p\u0103relnicul p\u0103ienjeni\u0219
\nSur\u00e2sul ca un fir de borangic
\nNe-a \u00eenghe\u021bat f\u0103g\u0103duiala f\u0103r\u0103 soroc.
\nO, nebunia de a fi vrut totul sau nimic!<\/p>\n

Fug de tine, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-te \u00een ceas, \u00een loc.
\nM-am \u00eentors \u00een sala goal\u0103 a Universit\u0103\u021bii vechi
\nNecunoscut de pere\u021bi, de b\u0103ncile perechi,
\nCa un gladiator \u00een arena unui amfiteatru
\nDe\u0219ert.
\n\u00cen cap\u0103tul pupitrului de lemn inert,
\nFata cu p\u0103rul de-aram\u0103 \u0219i-obraji de nuf\u0103r
\nEra, dar nu era dec\u00e2t stihia unui num\u0103r
\nA\u0219a cum \u0219i pentru vecinicia cerului, patru
\n\u0218i cu trei fac \u0219apte.
\nStam, descump\u0103nit \u00eentre cer \u0219i noapte.<\/p>\n


\nFragment II<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centr-un pahar cu sare de potas\u0103
\n\u00centr-o solu\u021bie murdar\u0103 \u0219i opac\u0103
\nArunci un mic cristal \u0219i totul e pe cale
\nTreptat \u0219i lin s\u0103 se prefac\u0103
\n\u00centr-un pahar cu floare de cristale.<\/p>\n

\u00cen treac\u0103t mi-ai z\u00e2mbit
\nFunigel zburat \u0219i sfial\u0103
\n\u0218i p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103 mi-a-nflorit
\n\u00cen sufletu-mi trudit de \u00eendoial\u0103,
\n\u00cen tulburatu-mi suflet mi-a-nflorit
\nO rece feerie sideral\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nFragment III<\/strong><\/p>\n

Culege de pe st\u00e2nci garoafe ro\u0219ii
\nC\u0103ci fulgerul pe toate le aprinde;
\nSur\u00e2de c\u00e2nd oceanul se \u00eentinde
\nS\u0103 prind\u0103 \u00een noianuri albatro\u0219ii.<\/p>\n

F\u0103 p\u0103\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi \u0219i num\u0103r\u0103 atent
\nSau f\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd un salt de tigru negru
\nDanseaz\u0103 gra\u021bios dar van, integru
\nTrimite c\u0103tre stele-un compliment.<\/p>\n

Prin sate treci necunoscut \u0219i mic
\nLa fiecare poart\u0103 uit\u0103 un s\u0103rut;
\nUn dervi\u0219 str\u0103veziu \u0219i grav, calic
\nS\u0103 stea-ntre ei \u0219i tine ca un scut.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd singur e\u0219ti \u00een c\u00e2mp cu drumul
\n\u0218i c\u00e2nd te r\u0103suce\u0219ti \u0219i c\u00e2n\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tii de ce,
\nS\u0103 faci din toate-un autodaf\u00e9
\n\u0218i-apoi s\u0103 pui s\u0103 se presare scrumul.<\/p>\n


\nCearta<\/strong><\/p>\n

Miniatur\u0103 de filde\u0219 m\u0103rit\u0103,
\n\u0218i nec\u0103jit\u0103,
\nTu nu \u0219tii ce s\u0103 faci,
\nSup\u0103rat\u0103 pe mine:
\nS\u0103 r\u00e2zi?
\nS\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi?
\nDar \u00ee\u021bi str\u0103lucesc ochii
\nDe parc\u0103-s plini de rou\u0103,
\nC\u0103ci tu le faci pe am\u00e2ndou\u0103
\nNegr\u0103it de frumos,
\nCum cade c\u00e2te-o raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103
\nPe nasul unui copil m\u00e2nios.
\nEu \u00eens\u0103 citesc mai departe \u0219i tac\u2026<\/p>\n

\u0218i tu pl\u00e2ngi tot mai tare,
\nC\u0103 nu vreau s\u0103 viu s\u0103 te-mpac.<\/p>\n

Dar e destul ca mai t\u00e2rziu
\nS\u0103 z\u00e2mbesc
\nPrivind \u00eentr-alt\u0103 parte
\n(Mereu aplecat cu ochii-n carte)
\nCa s\u0103 m\u0103 smuce\u0219ti furioas\u0103 de hain\u0103
\n\u0218i s\u0103 r\u00e2zi pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd acum de ciud\u0103
\nC\u0103 te-am \u00eemp\u0103cat.<\/p>\n


\nMihail CRAMA<\/strong>
\n(1 ianuarie 1923 \u2013 16 aprilie 1994)<\/p>\n

Ianuarii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Plouase, drept, \u00een ianuarii,
\ncrescuse iarba peste noi –
\naceste trupuri pieritoare
\nse zb\u0103teau ca-ntr-un lasou
\nde plante lungi, ag\u0103\u021b\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

Nu mai \u0219tiam \u00eencotro-i calea,
\ns\u0103-ntindem m\u00e2inile am vrut –
\nera o cea\u021b\u0103 n-am putut.
\nSim\u021beam, sub\u021bire, sub picioare
\nmustind p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de eroare.<\/p>\n

\u0218i drept \u00een ploaie ne-am privit;
\nB\u0103tea un v\u00e2nt. St\u0103team adus –
\ncre\u0219teau iluziile \u00een sus,
\nde plante lungi, cotropitoare –
\nmustea p\u0103m\u00e2ntul sub picioare
\nde-o ran\u0103 veche de nespus.<\/p>\n


\nPerspectiv\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe un drum – desigur drumul care duce spre moarte,
\nm-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit cu Soarele – era imens \u0219i frumos –
\nmi-aduc aminte, domnilor, \u00een ziua a \u0219aptea era
\nundeva l\u00e2ng\u0103 glasul s\u00e2ngelui, jos.<\/p>\n

Mirat cum treceam prin solsti\u021bii
\n\u0219i singur, mai singur cu inima mea
\ndinspre Polul Nord, perpendicular pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nc\u0103zuse penultima stea.<\/p>\n

Umbra mea cre\u0219tea uria\u0219\u0103,
\noblic\u0103 peste tot Oceanul Atlantic –
\np\u00e2n\u0103 spre m\u0103rile Sudului se r\u0103sfr\u00e2ngea
\nca umbra palmierului antic.<\/p>\n

Ca Lucifer \u00eemplinit cum cre\u0219team
\npe toat\u0103 diagonala P\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\nsub mine continentele tremurau de frig
\n\u0219i dinspre Sud st\u00e2rneam poalele v\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

M\u0103rile fierbeau c\u0103ut\u00e2nd s\u0103 evadeze
\ndin ap\u0103sarea atrac\u021biei planetare –
\n\u0219i de asta, din dou\u0103zeci \u0219i patru \u00een dou\u0103zeci \u0219i patru de ore
\nse zbuciumau prin fluxuri \u0219i refluxuri lunare.<\/p>\n

Totul era frumos privit de-acolo, de sus,
\nbolta, dup\u0103 cum \u0219tii, nu mai avea dec\u00e2t o singur\u0103 stea –
\ndinspre Oceanul Atlantic p\u00e2n\u0103-nspre m\u0103rile Chinei
\numbra mea imens\u0103 trecea.<\/p>\n

Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 iau \u00een palme P\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\ns\u0103-l ridic ca pe-o juc\u0103rie-n neant –
\nn-am f\u0103cut-o, mi-a fost mil\u0103 de bie\u021bii oameni
\n\u0219i-apoi ar fi fost ceva stupid \u0219i pedant.<\/p>\n

M-am mul\u021bumit a\u0219adar s\u0103 privesc:
\ns-au scurs \u00eentre timp milioane de ani, genera\u021bii,
\nera un fel de civiliza\u021bie ciudat\u0103, cu linii oblice
\n\u0219i care fusese primit\u0103 cu destule ova\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Oamenii aveau preten\u021bii interplanetare
\n\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i ascu\u021beau armele pentru un r\u0103zboi greu,
\nse profe\u021bea cucerirea Lunei \u0219i-a planetei Marte
\n\u0219i antidot pentru ve\u0219nicie \u00eel \u021bineau \u00eentr-o sticlu\u021b\u0103 pe Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103 un v\u00e2nt dinspre m\u0103rile Sudului
\npeste trei continente str\u0103b\u0103tu transversal;
\numbra mea cre\u0219tea uria\u0219\u0103 – copacii se culcau la p\u0103m\u00e2nt –
\n\u00eencepuse celebrul cataclism universal.<\/p>\n

Oamenii fugeau z\u0103p\u0103ci\u021bi – civiliza\u021bii c\u0103deau \u00een ocean –
\ndoar c\u00e2teva secunde… apoi deodat\u0103 o lini\u0219te grea;
\nca un final r\u0103s\u0103ri Soarele gol,
\n\u0219i peste toate umbra mea imens\u0103 ardea.<\/p>\n


\nCenu\u0219\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Se zvonesc nouri reci \u0219i lumini,
\n\u00eentre oameni e un soare trist de-nceput de anotimp
\n\u0219i moartea umbl\u0103 singur\u0103 prin praguri \u0219i scotoce\u0219te prin case.<\/p>\n

\u00een t\u00e2rg se vorbe\u0219te de legenda
\nMe\u0219terului Manole;
\ncopiii care vin de la \u0219coal\u0103 au fe\u021bele ca ale sfin\u021bilor din biserici
\n– ora\u0219ul se sinucide banal: s\u00e2ngele lui curge ca un val \u00een
\nIstorie.
\nSub lespezi cronicarii rod cenu\u0219a t\u00e2rzie,
\nse v\u00e2nd documente – \u0219i-n amintirea dezastrului.<\/p>\n


\nLa aniversar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Leo BUTNARU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Apostolul \u0219i Godot<\/strong><\/p>\n

Foarte mult timp ai tot a\u0219teptat s\u0103 vin\u0103 un apostol
\ns\u0103-\u021bi spun\u0103 ceva \u00een\u021belept, \u00eemb\u0103rb\u0103t\u0103tor
\n\u00een realitatea aceasta at\u00e2t de asem\u0103n\u0103toare
\ncu teatrul absurdului
\nde parc\u0103 nu ar fi realitate
\nci categoricul ei opus irealitate.
\n \u00cen fine
\n\u00eentr-o zi de joi (\u021bii minte
\nde parc\u0103 s-ar fi \u00eent\u00e2mplat chiar azi!) apostolul veni
\n\u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-te:
\n\u2013 \u00cel a\u0219tep\u021bi pe Godot?<\/p>\n

…\u00cens\u0103 nici acesta nu fusese nici barem prologul
\ncelei mai absurde a\u0219tept\u0103ri
\n(poate nici s\u0103 fie vreunul
\nsau de-o fi totu\u0219i \u2013 doar unul devastator);
\nnu, nu fusese finalul din chindia acelei zile de joi
\npentru c\u0103
\na doua zi
\nvineri
\nchiar a venit cel at\u00e2t de a\u0219teptat
\npre nume Godot
\n\u00eentreb\u00e2nd de tine
\nde mine
\nde el:
\n\u2013 Nu \u0219ti\u021bi c\u00e2nd voi veni eu?…<\/p>\n


\nC\u00e2nd moare un zeu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu exist\u0103 doar fa\u021betele timpurilor pe care le \u0219tim
\npresupun\u00e2ndu-le (\u00een special viitorul)
\nci \u0219i un timp oarecum intersti\u021bial
\n\u00een care na\u0219terea omului echivaleaz\u0103
\n(echivala, echivala-va) cu moartea zeului
\nceea ce nu pare a fi at\u00e2t de complicat
\nat\u00e2t de grav \u2013 \u00een ve\u0219nicie, \u00een infinit
\nc\u00e2nd moare un zeu (dar au murit deja
\nzeci de mii, se pare, prin Babilon, Egipt, Elada,
\n Italia
\nmaya, lumea scandinav\u0103 etc.);
\n c\u00e2nd moare un zeu
\nlucrurile sunt at\u00e2t de obi\u0219nuite
\nat\u00e2t de insignifiante p\u00e2n\u0103 la cumplit
\nde parc\u0103 nu ar fi murit nimeni \u00een eternitate, \u00een
\n infinit.<\/p>\n


\nZaruri \u00een cea\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd
\n\u00een plin\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103
\ncohortele ajunseser\u0103 la Rubicon
\napa r\u00e2ului
\n\u0219i \u00eemprejurimile
\nerau \u00eenv\u0103luite \u00een cea\u021b\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t
\nde \u00eentindeai m\u00e2inile
\nnu \u021bi-ai fi v\u0103zut unghiile,<\/p>\n

\u00eens\u0103 Cezar arunc\u0103 totu\u0219i zarurile
\ndup\u0103 care ordon\u0103:<\/p>\n

– C\u0103uta\u021bi-le!<\/p>\n


\nDESPRE FAPTA TA \u0218I INVIDIA ALTORA<\/strong>
\n (Confesiuni la un popas aniversar)<\/p>\n

Virtutea este mai mult persecutat\u0103 de cei r\u0103i dec\u00e2t iubit\u0103 de cei buni. (Cervantes)<\/em><\/p>\n

Un scriitor nu \u0219tie \u201edin timp\u201d la ce \u201espa\u021bii semantice\u201d poate ajunge, la ce se poate a\u0219tepta de la… sine \u00eensu\u0219i, de la impulsurile imprevizibile ale inspira\u021biei sau de la retragerea \u00een umbr\u0103 a ursitoarelor, muzelor sale literare. E ca \u0219i cum ar fi \u201eprins\u201d \u00eentr-un gen de ucronie personal\u0103, c\u00e2nd evenimentele \u0219i faptele de crea\u021bie i se produc\/se vor produce precum consecin\u021be inevitabile, \u00eens\u0103 nu previzibile \u00een evolu\u021bia sa. \u00cen ale posibilelor manifest\u0103ri sau… antimanifest\u0103ri de crea\u021bie scriitorul e propria sa tain\u0103, pe care nu \u0219tie cum \u0219i-ar dezv\u0103lui-o… sie\u0219i. Fa\u021b\u0103 de sine \u00eensu\u021bi trebuie s\u0103 fii… precaut, diplomat, \u00eeng\u0103duitor, r\u0103bd\u0103tor, pentru c\u0103 nu \u0219tii \u00eencotro o va lua sau nu o va lua spiritul t\u0103u de crea\u021bie.
\n\u00cen starea de fapt, inerent\u0103 a\u0219 zice, de abordare a propriei mele fiin\u021be de c\u0103tre mine \u00eensumi, de ispitire, de interogare a ei de c\u0103tre ea… \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, m-am str\u0103duit s\u0103 fiu \u00een\u021beleg\u0103tor cu mine \u00eensumi \u0219i nu am tins s\u0103 ajung dincolo de ce pot, cum pot, ce \u00eemi st\u0103, eventual, \u00een puteri (\u0219i… vreri). Mai totdeauna, m-am comportat, cred, firesc cu mine \u00eensumi, f\u0103r\u0103 a-mi solicita supraeforturi, for\u021barea voin\u021bei, pe de o parte, sau \u00eeng\u0103duirea umilin\u021bei, de mine \u00eensumi \u0219i de al\u021bii. C\u00e2t pot, at\u00e2ta fac. Sau… desfac. Pentru c\u0103, uneori, crea\u021bia ar fi \u0219i o desfacere a ceva, spre a reface, a organiza pe nou, a regiza propriul film al existen\u021bei tale \u00een art\u0103, prin art\u0103.
\nPe c\u00e2nd, de la o parte, unii r\u0103uvoitori, invidio\u0219i, nemaivorbind de mediocrit\u0103\u021bi, de rata\u021bi, consider\u0103, nepofti\u021bi-imprecativ, c\u0103 a\u0219 fi oarecum… abundent, mult peste c\u00e2t ar fi cazul (ei \u0219tiu c\u00e2t ar fi acest caz!), c\u0103 public \u00een multe reviste, edituri, \u021b\u0103ri etc. (\u201eMasa de creatori s\u0103raci cu duhul tinde s\u0103 absoarb\u0103 elitele. Mediocritatea \u00eenvinge meritul\u201d. \u2013 Nicolae Manolescu.) Eu \u00eens\u0103, \u00een personal conclav cu propria-mi fire \u0219i devenire, consider c\u0103 nu e nici mult, nici pu\u021bin, dac\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la bibliotecile \u00eentregi pe care le-au l\u0103sat, prin munca, inspira\u021bia \u0219i m\u0103iestria lor, Shakespeare, Balzac, Goethe, Sadoveanu, Arghezi… De \u021bi se sparie g\u00e2ndul, cum zicea cronicarul, dar \u0219i \u021bi se mobilizeaz\u0103 acest g\u00e2nd \u00eentru faptele scrisului.
\nApoi impreca\u021bia, prost camuflat\u0103, c\u0103 \u00eemi promovez rezultatul muncii? P\u0103i cine a spus c\u0103 este interzis ca fiecare dintre noi s\u0103-\u0219i caute un bun \u0219i favorabil amplasament al scrisului \u00een aten\u021bia exege\u021bilor, criticilor, revistelor, editurilor?
\nReie\u0219ind din astfel de aranjare a lucrurilor \u0219i ideilor, m-am pomenit c\u0103 nu am voca\u021bia competi\u021biei inutile (mai cur\u00e2nd, a\u0219 avea-o, cred, pe cea a competen\u021bei… utile), nu sunt cel mai trist (nostalgic, bucuros, postmodernist, textualist etc.) poet al genera\u021biilor contemporane sau, mai bine zis, al intergenera\u021bionismului. Sunt cel care se bucur\u0103 de scris \u0219i c\u0103ruia scrisul \u00eei aduce bucurie. Sunt unul dintre rom\u00e2nii, deci \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntenii care investesc spirit, energie \u00een scris \u0219i c\u0103rora, mutual, scrisul le insufl\u0103 spirit, energie.
\n\u00cen rela\u021biile mele cu scrisul \u0219i ale scrisului cu mine cred c\u0103 am ajuns la un perpetuum mobile personal. Vital. Predestinat. Consider c\u0103 stau bine, uneori foarte bine cu mobilitatea fanteziei, cu imagina\u021bia asociativ\u0103, apetitul pentru paradox \u0219i metafor\u0103, laconism ideatic \u0219i, bine\u00een\u021beles, cu izvodirea acestora. Sunt dintre cei care au o for\u021b\u0103 de munc\u0103 \u2013 literar\u0103, intelectual\u0103, artistic\u0103, fire\u0219te \u2013 d\u0103ruit\u0103 de pronie nu prea multora. Mai ales nedat\u0103 invidio\u0219ilor \u0219i r\u0103uvoitorilor. Pe ace\u0219tia nu am de g\u00e2nd s\u0103-i despov\u0103rez de grava suferin\u021b\u0103, de chinurile la care-i supun chiar propria invidie \u0219i rea voin\u021b\u0103.
\nAici nu ar fi de prisos o scurt\u0103 l\u0103murire, poate c\u0103 o prezum\u021bie, dar nu f\u0103r\u0103 temei \u00een realitate. Omul are dinamul generator de proprii energii, \u00een m\u0103sur\u0103 singular\u0103, ca intensitate \u0219i volum diferit\u0103 de-a concet\u0103\u021benilor s\u0103i. Are dinamul energiilor \u0219i dinamica plas\u0103rii acestora, a convertirii lor \u00een fapte (scriitorii \u2013 \u00een faptele scrisului). Adic\u0103, ar fi vorba \u0219i starea de fapt de ritmuri existen\u021biale \u0219i de crea\u021bie diferite la autori diferi\u021bi, astfel c\u0103 a\u0219 vrea s\u0103-i potolesc pe zelo\u0219ii num\u0103r\u0103tori de c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i succese ale subsemnatului, d\u00e2nd unele detalii. S\u0103 zicem, cele dou\u0103 c\u0103r\u021bi cu jurnale de c\u0103l\u0103torie sunt scrise, prima, \u201eDrumuri cu \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 hieroglife\u201d, pe durata a… 22 ani, a doua, \u201eDespre am\u00e2natul sf\u00e2r\u0219it al lumii\u201d, pe parcursul a 6 ani. Sunt scrierile jurnalistului (… non-stop!) \u0219i ale eseistului permanent conectat la idei, proiecte. Volumele de poezie merg pe linia lor. Bine\u00een\u021beles, unii a\u0219a-zi\u0219i colegi, nepricepu\u021bi \u00een ale profesiei de scriitor, mai c\u00e2r\u00e2ie, mai \u2013 chipurile \u2013 sunt deranja\u021bi de rodnicia mea. P\u0103i, le zic, vede\u021bi c\u0103 eu am scris, ca ziarist \u0219i, sper, ca om de cultur\u0103, dar \u00eenainte de toate ca scriitor, \u0219i 8-9 c\u0103r\u021bi de interviuri\/dialoguri cu ilu\u0219trii no\u0219tri colegi; c\u00e2teva c\u0103r\u021bi de eseuri; multe c\u0103r\u021bi de traduceri. \u0218i mai re\u021bine\u021bi: ele nu au ap\u0103rut la editurile diriguite de voi, la Chi\u0219in\u0103u, ci \u00een prestigioase institu\u021bii din dreapta Prutului. Apoi, mi-au ap\u0103rut c\u0103r\u021bi traduse \u00een mai multe limbi, \u00een peste zece \u021b\u0103ri. Ca \u0219i \u00een cazurile celor editate \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, despre ele au scris personalit\u0103\u021bi pricepute, nu amatori de pe B\u00e2c. \u00cen fine, nemodest vorbind, \u0219tiu c\u0103 sunt cu mult peste cr\u00e2cnitori \u0219i ca energie, \u0219i ca dotare, \u0219i ca profesionalism, \u00eens\u0103 nu-i pot ajuta cu nimic \u00eentru potolirea veninului invidiei lor. S\u0103 fie s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i! Ei, cei care f\u0103r\u0103 chemarea talentului, \u00ee\u0219i tocesc via\u021ba \u00een putreziciunea pizmei.
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i, de ce m-ar invidia, de ce ar unelti sicofan\u021bii m\u0103run\u021bi? S\u0103 se compare cu mine, acord\u00e2ndu-\u0219i oric\u00e2te bonusuri doresc \u0219i, dac\u0103 ies mai buni, mai dota\u021bi, mai talenta\u021bi \u2013 s\u0103 se calmeze sau s\u0103 se bucure \u00een draci. Iar de nu ies… treaba lor… \u0218i (ar fi bine) ciocul mic. Pe de alt\u0103 parte, impreca\u021biile lor la\u0219e mi se par floare la ureche, dac\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103, \u00een anumite perioade ale vie\u021bii \u0219i scrisului, am fost un bun \u00eencasator, cum zic pugili\u0219tii, primind adic\u0103 lovituri, dar nec\u0103z\u00e2nd. Cu anii, nu m-am sim\u021bit frustrat c\u0103 nu am \u00eentors loviturile, c\u0103 nu am contraatacat. Avea rost s\u0103 dau \u00een anonimii care, c\u00e2ndva, fuseser\u0103 \u021b\u00e2ncanii-executori ai primitivismului comunist? Sau \u00een pizm\u0103re\u021bii, c\u0103rora \u00eemi vine s\u0103 le spun cizm\u0103re\u021bii?
\nDar, totu\u0219i, ce le-a\u0219 mai spune? \u00cenainte de a cr\u00e2cni pizmuitor, s\u0103 se \u00eentrebe \u00een ce m\u0103sur\u0103 sunt \u0219i dac\u0103 chiar sunt scriitori ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i. Pentru c\u0103, din c\u00e2te se \u00een\u021belege dup\u0103 c\u0103r\u021buliile lor anoste, d\u00e2n\u0219ii sunt mult mai pu\u021bin dec\u00e2t se cred. S\u0103 ia aminte la spusa lui Don Quijote c\u0103tre Panza: \u201eS\u0103 \u0219tii, Sancho, un om nu este mai mult dec\u00e2t altul dac\u0103 nu face mai mult dec\u00e2t altul\u201d…
\n Nu doar \u00een art\u0103, ci chiar \u00een traiul de toate zilele e bine s\u0103 fii tractat de talent. Detractarea vine din oficiu. Sau din strad\u0103. E bine s\u0103 fii tractat \u0219i de libertate, sub auspiciile c\u0103reia te fortifici ca persoan\u0103 liber\u0103, care ajunge a nu depinde de cei pe care \u00eei detest\u0103, fie ace\u0219tia politicieni, inamici, invidio\u0219i sau b\u00e2rfitori ca vai de ei. Nu spera \u0219i nu ai team\u0103 c\u0103 r\u0103uvoitorii, pizm\u0103re\u021bii, mediocrit\u0103\u021bile vor judeca despre tine dup\u0103 rezultatul pe care l-ai ob\u021binut. Totdeauna vor vedea mai pu\u021bin. \u0218i mai nevaloros, mai redus ca sens. Dar, posibil, ca scriitor e\u0219ti ceea ce e\u0219ti \u0219i gra\u021bie invidio\u0219ilor cu ochii pe tine. Invidia este energie psihic\u0103. \u0218i e transmisibil\u0103. Asimilabil\u0103. E motricitate sufleteasc\u0103, de con\u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 transformabil\u0103 din negativ \u00een pozitiv. Pentru tine, pentru crea\u021bia ta. \u00cen fine, pentru demnitatea ta.
\nMunca eficient\u0103, ca s\u0103 nu zic lucruri mari \u2013 talentul, inteligen\u021ba, succesul cuiva tulbur\u0103 min\u021bile invidio\u0219ilor, dar le limpezesc pe ale admiratorilor, altrui\u0219tilor, celor afla\u021bi de partea adev\u0103rului. Prietenii \u0219tiu de ce!<\/p>\n


\nLa aniversar\u0103<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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

4. \u0219oricelul Kafka pe foaia alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

a mu\u0219cat din tine mai hulpav azi
\nacest animal ciudat pe care l-ai numit \u0219oricelul kafka
\n\tdar n-a curs pic de s\u00eenge
\n\tn-a tres\u0103rit
\n\tnici un nerv
\nde parc\u0103 ai fi nimerit \u00een p\u0103durea \u00eempietrit\u0103 a copil\u0103riei<\/p>\n

\u00een pagina alb\u0103 se a\u0219terne \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi mici de carne
\n\tpentru \u0219oricelul kafka
\nfiin\u021ba ta de vis \u2013 sub form\u0103 de poem radioactiv
\nmai adev\u0103rat\u0103
\nmai real\u0103<\/p>\n

pe furi\u0219
\n\u0219oricelul kafka
\ntrage cu gheara pufoas\u0103
\nparc\u0103 \u00eenadins parc\u0103 \u00een joac\u0103
\no urm\u0103 ad\u00eenc\u0103
\npe obraz \u2013 ba nu \u2013 pe inima de-a dreptul \u00een m\u0103runtaiele textului
\nrupe r\u00eendurile sparge cuvintele perforeaz\u0103 h\u00eertia
\n\u0219i fiin\u021ba ta curge \u00een h\u0103uri
\nrisipindu-se (el altceva vrea altceva uf)<\/p>\n

nici c\u00eentecul ploii \u00eentr-o limb\u0103 vag cunoscut\u0103
\nnici nisipul rece la lumii aurind murd\u0103riile zilei
\nnu o pot aduce \u00eenapoi
\n\u00een poemul
\npe care l-a secretat pagin\u0103 cu pagin\u0103<\/p>\n

da da
\nfiin\u021ba ta de vis
\numbl\u0103 prin lume cu \u0219oricelul Kafka \u00een les\u0103<\/p>\n

\u2013 \u0219i nu-i nici o inim\u0103 \u00een jurul c\u0103reia s\u0103 se adune
\nnici una fir-ar s\u0103 fie \u2013<\/p>\n

NB: \u201eun kafka este un \u0219oricel de o superb\u0103 culoare clar-de-lun\u0103, foarte rar v\u0103zut, \u0219i care nu m\u0103n\u00eenc\u0103 deloc carne, ci se hr\u0103ne\u0219te cu r\u0103d\u0103cini amare. Vederea sa fascineaz\u0103, c\u0103ci are ochi umani.\u201c
\n(Franz Blei, MARELE BESTIAR)<\/p>\n


\n4. the kafka mouse on the white sheet<\/strong><\/p>\n

this strange animal you named the kafka mouse
\nbit you with more lust today
\n\tbut no blood dripped
\n\tno nerve
\n\tstartled
\nas if you ended up in the stone forest of childhood<\/p>\n

on the white page lays down in small pieces of flesh
\n\tfor the kafka mouse
\nyour dream being \u2013 in the shape of a radioactive poem
\nmore true
\nmore real<\/p>\n

secretly
\nthe kafka mouse
\ndraws with his fluffy claw
\nmaybe on purpose maybe just playing
\na deep mark
\non the cheek \u2013 no \u2013 right on the heart on the bowels of the text
\nbreaks the lines crushes the words pierces the paper
\nand your being flows in the depths
\nfalling apart (he wants something else something else argh!)<\/p>\n

not even the rain song in a vaguely familiar language
\nnot even the cold sand of the world gilding the dirtiness of the days
\ncannot bring it back
\nin the poem
\nit excreted page by page<\/p>\n

yes yes
\nyour dream being
\ngoes through the world with the Kafka mouse on a leash <\/p>\n

– and there is no heart to settle next to
\nnone damn it \u2013 <\/p>\n

NB: \u201ea kafka is a small mouse of a gorgeous moonlight colour, very rarely seen, which eats not meat, but only bitter roots. Its sight fascinates, because he has human eyes\u201d. (Franz Blei \u2013 The Great Bestiary)<\/p>\n

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


\n4. Maus Kafka auf dem weissen Blatt Papier<\/strong><\/p>\n

es hat heute gieriger aus dir gebissen
\ndieses seltsame Tier das du Maus Kafka genannt hast
\n\taber keinen Tropfen Blut floss
\n\tkeinen Nerv
\n\tzuckte
\nals ob man in dem erstarrten Wald der Kindheit geriet<\/p>\n

auf dem weissen Blatt Papier breitet in kleinen Fleischst\u00fcckchen
\n\tf\u00fcr Maus Kafka
\ndeine Traumgestalt aus \u2013 unter der Form eines radioaktiven Gedichts
\nwahrer
\nrealer<\/p>\n

heimlich
\nMaus Kafka
\nkratzt mit ihren weichen Krallen
\ngewisserma\u03b2en absichtlich gewisserma\u03b2en zum Scherz
\neinen tiefen Abrieb
\nan die Wangen \u2013 nein \u2013 genau an das Herz des Textes
\nso bricht sie die Reihen die W\u00f6rter und bohrt im Papier durch
\nund dein Wesen flie\u03b2t in tiefe Abgr\u00fcnde
\nund vergeudet (sie w\u00fcnscht sich etwas Anderes leider etwas Anderes)<\/p>\n

weder das Lied des Regens in einer fast unbekannten Sprache
\nnoch der kalte Sand des Mondes der den Dreck des Alltags beleuchtet
\nk\u00f6nnen sie nicht ins Gedicht
\nzur\u00fcckbringen
\ntrotzdem hat sie Seite um Seite verborgen<\/p>\n

ja ja
\ndeine Traumgestalt
\nwandelt durch die ganze Welt mit Maus Kafka an der Koppel<\/p>\n

und es gibt kein Herz neben dem sie bleiben kann
\nkein verdammtes Herz \u2013 <\/p>\n

PS: \u201eEin Kafka ist eine Maus \u00e4hnlich der wunderbaren Farbe des Mondscheins, die man sehr selten sieht, und die ganz und gar kein Fleisch frisst, sondern sie ern\u00e4hrt sich von bitteren Wurzeln. Ihr Aussehen fasziniert, denn sie menschliche Augen hat.\u201d (Franz Blei, Der Gro\u03b2e Bestiaire)<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een limba german\u0103 de C\u0103t\u0103lina B\u0103lini\u0219teanu <\/p>\n


\n4. la souris kafka et la feuille blanche de papier<\/strong><\/p>\n

cette b\u00eate \u00e9trange que tu as appel\u00e9 la souris Kafka
\nne cesse de te d\u00e9chirer toujours plus voluptueusement
\n mais pas une seule goutte de sang n\u2019a coul\u00e9
\n n\u2019a \u00e9veill\u00e9
\n aucun de tes nerfs
\n\u00e0 croire que l\u2019on est tomb\u00e9 juste dans la for\u00eat p\u00e9trifi\u00e9e de l\u2019enfance<\/p>\n

sur la feuille blanche de petits morceaux de chair laissent des traces pour ta Muse-
\n la souris kafka
\nton \u00eatre r\u00eav\u00e9 – c\u2019est tout un po\u00e8me radioactif
\nplus vrai
\nplus r\u00e9el<\/p>\n

en cachette
\nla souris kafka
\ncreuse de sa patte velout\u00e9e
\ntant\u00f4t \u00e0 dessein tant\u00f4t pour s\u2019amuser
\nune plaie profonde
\nsur l\u2019image – mais non – dans les plis
\ndu texte
\ncasse les lignes brise en morceaux les mots fait des trous dans la feuille de papier
\net ton \u00eatre s\u2019\u00e9coule dans les ab\u00eemes
\nen y s\u2019\u00e9vanouissant (lui c\u2019est autre chose dont il a envie c\u2019est autre chose h\u00e9las !)<\/p>\n

ni le chant de la pluie tourn\u00e9 dans une langue vaguement connue
\nni le sable froid de la lune dor\u00e9e recouvrant les mesquineries
\nne peuvent le faire revenir
\n\u00e0 la po\u00e9sie
\nqu\u2019il a r\u00e9\u00e9crite mille fois page apr\u00e8s page<\/p>\n

oui oui
\nton \u00eatre irr\u00e9el
\nfl\u00e2ne \u00e0 travers le monde toujours avec la souris kafka en laisse
\nil n\u2019y a aucune \u00e2me \u00e0 l\u2019entendre
\naucune ma foi-<\/p>\n

N,B. \u00ab Toute kafka est une souris d\u2019une splendide couleur clair de lune, \u00e0 peine saisie qui ne fait le moindre mal \u00e0 personne,se nourrissant de racines am\u00e8res. Et pourtant son regard me s\u00e9duit de ses yeux humains \u00bb.
\n( Franz Blei, Le Grand Bestiaire )<\/p>\n

Traducere \u00een limba francez\u0103 de
\nMaria Grigoriu & Lidia Aprofirei <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Valeria MANTA T\u0102ICU\u021aU Secularizarea s\u0103rb\u0103torilor Am \u00eencetat de mult \u0219i cei mai mul\u021bi dintre noi s\u0103 fim oameni religio\u0219i. Nu<\/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\/22593"}],"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=22593"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22594,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22593\/revisions\/22594"}],"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=22593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=22593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=22593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}