{"id":23026,"date":"2024-04-04T23:44:56","date_gmt":"2024-04-04T20:44:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=23026"},"modified":"2024-04-04T23:44:56","modified_gmt":"2024-04-04T20:44:56","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-93-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=23026","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 93 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dumitru ICHIM<\/strong>
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MEMORIILE UNEI CAPRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

2. DESPRE CON\u0218TIIN\u021aA DE CAPR\u0102 \u0218I CRITICA
\nTRAC\u021aIUNII PURE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Deci, s\u0103 fim clari! Una este capra obi\u0219nuit\u0103, precum cele ale Irinuc\u0103i din Bro\u0219teni, \u0219i alta este cea c\u0103reia \u00eei scriu memoriile. Din surse demne de \u00eencredin\u021bare, chiar \u0219i acelea oric\u00e2t de r\u00e2ioase erau, dar coada tot sus o \u021bineau. Un merit care lipse\u0219te cu des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ire gloatelor, the mob, pe care le m\u00e2ni spre abator, gloatele beh\u0103itoare, cele mai periculoase din \u00eentreaga demonologie a con\u0219tiin\u021bei de capr\u0103. Immanuel Kant nu a reu\u0219it s\u0103 termine \u201eCritica Ra\u021biunii Pure\u201d \u0219i lucra la tomul al doilea al \u201eCriticii Trac\u021biunii Pure\u201d. Spunea neam\u021bul c\u0103 nimic nu-l impresionase mai mult dec\u00e2t cerul \u00eenstelat \u0219i con\u0219tiin\u021ba de capr\u0103 din om. \u00centre \u201era\u021biune\u201d \u0219i \u201etrac\u021biune\u201d, din punct de vedere al con\u0219tiin\u021bei de capr\u0103, exist\u0103 un singur pas, unul hot\u0103r\u00e2tor: ori ajungi \u00een poala lui Avraam, ori de pe marginea pr\u0103pastiei, un pas \u00eenainte, tot \u00eenainte… p\u00e2n\u0103 te treze\u0219ti pe gr\u0103tarul lui Scarao\u021bchi.
\nDar s\u0103 intr\u0103m \u00een subiect. Sociologii \u00eempart lumea, dup\u0103 un c\u00e2ntec hegelian, \u00een trei: tez\u0103, antitez\u0103, sintez\u0103:
\n1. Teza. Societatea de trac\u021biune, plastilina, cu care \u00eei place Copitatului luciferic s\u0103 se joace \u00een manipularea lumii, prostimea blagoslovit\u0103 \u00een jug, recunosc\u0103toare pentru fiecare bici.
\n2. Antiteza. Societatea de reac\u021biune este cea care ia fiecare tez\u0103, o scutur\u0103 bine, \u00eei d\u0103 o not\u0103 de trecere, \u00eentrecere sau de petrecere. Ace\u0219tia sunt reac\u021bionarii, capitali\u0219tii, du\u0219manii poporului de capre, cei care promoveaz\u0103 capra nova.
\n3. Sinteza la care ad\u0103ug\u0103m viteza. Societatea de atrac\u021bie. Aici s\u0103 fim cu mare aten\u021bie. Este o\u0219tirea elitelor, sinteza cuantic\u0103 atras\u0103 de metafizicul caprelor Ibex, nu r\u00e2ioasele lui Creang\u0103, atrac\u021bia venind de la \u201elocuri cu verdea\u021b\u0103\u201d, unde nu este durere, nici \u00eentristare, nici suspin, vis\u0103torii, poe\u021bii \u0219i, mai ales, juc\u0103torii de \u0219ah sau de ayatolah.
\nLa examen, teza lui Darwin a fost c\u0103 membrul se adapteaz\u0103 evolu\u021biei prin muta\u021bii, ca la \u0219ah. Pe\u0219tele nemaiav\u00e2nd ap\u0103 se face salamandr\u0103. Salamandrei nu-i mai plac mu\u0219tele \u0219i vrea s\u0103 pasc\u0103. Simplu. Se duce la Stock exchange \u0219i joac\u0103 pe investi\u021biile \u00een poten\u021bialul Bombardier Girafa. Pierde \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2ne numai la muta\u021bia nenorocit\u0103 de capr\u0103. Datorit\u0103 infla\u021biei, vegetalele devin tot mai scumpe. Bietele capre acum privesc cu invidie la girafe cum li s-a lungit g\u00e2tul, c\u0103 acum pasc cele mai dulci frunze din v\u00e2rful copacului, iar ele trebuie s\u0103 se resemneze cu \u201ethe missing link\u201d. Dar crede\u021bi c\u0103 ele sunt fraiere? Numai capra \u0219i cu rom\u00e2nul s-au n\u0103scut poe\u021bi, nu v\u0103 spune nimic?
\nDarwin a c\u0103p\u0103tat un f pe teza lui. F \u00een englez\u0103 nu e ce crede\u021bi voi, p\u0103c\u0103to\u0219ilor, c\u0103 numai la prostii vi-e g\u00e2ndul, ci este nota ce-\u021bi spune clar, f pentru failed, adic\u0103 ai c\u0103zut la examen.
\nCare e teza voastr\u0103? Ce crede\u021bi? Nu e o nedreptate ca girafei s\u0103 i se aplice principiul evolu\u021biei, \u00een \u00eentregime, ba \u0219i mai mult, s\u0103 fie \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u0219i cu hain\u0103 pestri\u021b\u0103 ca a alesului Iosif, iar caprei, care toat\u0103 via\u021ba se ca\u021b\u0103r\u0103 pe toate gardurile \u0219i st\u00e2ncile, s\u0103 nu i se lungeasc\u0103 g\u00e2tul deloc m\u0103car o centim\u0103? De ce legea lui Peter nu i se potrive\u0219te \u0219i lui Paul? Unde e \u201ethe missing link\u201d? Crede\u021bi c\u0103 l-o fi m\u00e2ncat vreun c\u00e2ine?
\nNoi am accepta c\u0103 omul se trage din maimu\u021b\u0103, dar maimu\u021ba, av\u00e2nd copyright pe patent, ne r\u00e2de \u00een nas: Dar mai l\u0103sa\u021bi-ne \u00een pace! Cu ce am gre\u0219it s\u0103 \u00eendur\u0103m o asemenea batjocur\u0103? Auzi, c\u0103 am fi putut degenera p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een turm\u0103 de oameni!
\nDintre toate animalele, ca origine a omului tot capra r\u0103m\u00e2ne. Medicii spun c\u0103 ar fi porcul din mai multe motive! S\u0103 fim serio\u0219i, pe cuv\u00e2nt c\u0103 sunt plauzibile ca behaviour! Mai mult chiar, transplantul organelor de la porc la om a dat rezultate uluitoare. Apologe\u021bii fraternit\u0103\u021bilor porcine nici nu vor s\u0103 aud\u0103 de originea din maimu\u021b\u0103. Ce? Dai limba rom\u00e2n\u0103 peste cap? Cum s\u0103 spui, \u00een limba vechilor cazanii, c\u0103 m-am \u00eemb\u0103tat ca o maimu\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd de fapt m-am \u00eemb\u0103tat ca un porc? P\u0103i se poate? P\u0103i, nu!
\nOriginile omului trebuie scrise de un om care \u0219tie arheologia inimii, cel care sap\u0103 \u00een mina sentimentelor p\u00e2n\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219te aurul iubirii! Un poet, compozitor sau artist \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencepe opera acolo unde ai sc\u0103pat de cuv\u00e2nt \u0219i defini\u021bii, acolo unde \u00eencepe acel ceva, un ecou al luminii. Omul \u00eencepe unde sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219te, omul moare \u00een bra\u021bele \u00eenvierii pentru c\u0103 omul este iubire \u0219i povestea de dragoste a luminii.
\nDar s\u0103 ne \u00eentoarcem la caprele noastre. Ce am eu cu ele? Ca s\u0103 afle ce m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 omul, nu intri prin u\u0219a din fa\u021b\u0103, c\u0103 atunci poftitul la mas\u0103 niciodat\u0103 nu-i acas\u0103, ci intri prin u\u0219a din dos a unei porecle. Bunicul era foarte m\u00e2ndru c\u00e2nd era poreclit \u021aapul de la P\u0103gubeni. Era demnitatea lui de a fi \u0219i a se comporta drept. Trecuse de 80 \u0219i pentru el c\u00e2rja era un fel de sceptru. Pleca de la P\u0103gubeni, trecea podul peste Trotu\u0219, \u0219i dup\u0103 aproape 15-20 de km ajungea la pia\u021b\u0103, drept \u0219i cu c\u00e2rja pe bra\u021b, \u00een semn de onoare. Ichime\u0219tii erau firi domoale, modela\u021bi de fluier \u0219i apusuri bl\u00e2nde ca o vioar\u0103 oprindu-se \u00een planare de pajur\u0103 pe ultimele note, dar cei din neamul lui Camar\u0103 erau iu\u021bi \u00een tot ce f\u0103ceau, c\u0103 piperul e bun \u0219i \u00een m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103! Nu era m\u00e2ndria, care e un p\u0103cat, a butoiului gol, ci m\u00e2ndria de a fi demn \u0219i orice \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are d\u0103ruit\u0103 te f\u0103cea s\u0103 te sim\u021bi bine \u00een bra\u021bele celui care \u0219tie s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eze. De aici ura celor mici, care \u00eel porecleau \u021aapul.
\nIdeea cu capra mi-a venit de la Christofor, care m-a purtat prin to\u021bi Mun\u021bii St\u00e2nco\u0219i din British Columbia. Mai precis, Chris \u0219i cu Victori\u021ba sunt alpini\u0219ti de meserie. Nu a r\u0103mas, dom’le, un munte \u00een Canada \u0219i America pe care s\u0103 nu se ca\u021b\u0103re. Ba s-au dus \u0219i prin Africa.
\n\u00cemi zice Chris: \u201eHai, tat\u0103 s\u0103 facem o c\u0103l\u0103torie prin mun\u021bi\u201d. Nu am a\u0219teptat a dou\u0103 oar\u0103 invita\u021bia \u0219i m-am suit \u00een avion: Kitchener, Ontario p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een Calgary, Alberta unde m\u0103 a\u0219tepta. Am mers toat\u0103 noaptea p\u00e2n\u0103 am ajuns la un hotel din provincia British Columbia! Diminea\u021ba, c\u00e2nd m-am uitat pe geam – minune! P\u00e2n\u0103 la cer Mun\u021bii St\u00e2nco\u0219i, p\u00e2n\u0103 la 5000 de metri. C\u00e2t a durat vacan\u021ba, am terminat de scris o carte – ziua \u0219i poezia! Vacan\u021ba, vorba e! Dac\u0103 \u0219tiam c\u0103 e a\u0219a de bine ca pensionar, m\u0103 pensionam imediat dup\u0103 facultate.
\n\u00cen fine, ce m-a cutremurat prin frumuse\u021be au fost mun\u021bii. Jos p\u0103durile de foioase, apoi la etaj coniferele, apoi ici colo vreun pin, pu\u021bin\u0103 iarb\u0103 \u0219i piatra cu diferite culori dup\u0103 pozi\u021bia soarelui. Dar ce m-a-ncutremurat a fost s\u0103 vezi tocmai acolo sus, cu un echilibru perfect, caprele negre, mari c\u00e2t o unghie c\u00e2nd le priveai de jos. La poalele muntelui erau poieni cu mult\u0103 vegeta\u021bie \u0219i iarb\u0103 de p\u0103scut berechet. Ce le f\u0103cea s\u0103 se ca\u021b\u0103re dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva fire de iarb\u0103 pe st\u00e2nci at\u00e2t de periculoase? Nu era c\u0103rare \u0219i ele executau acest balet de circ, trapez f\u0103r\u0103 p\u00e2nz\u0103, cu elegan\u021b\u0103 de pas\u0103re care, dac\u0103 ar fi gre\u0219it un pas, ar fi deschis aripile \u0219i ar fi plutit peste genuni. Zile \u00eentregi le-am urm\u0103rit ca pe ni\u0219te ciud\u0103\u021benii ale naturii. L-a\u0219 fi \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at pe Darwin ca pe cea mai robinsonic\u0103 ar\u0103tare dac\u0103 ar fi putut s\u0103-mi dezbunghe aceast\u0103 tain\u0103 a muntelui \u00eencheiat \u00een veston de piatr\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la ultimul nasture.<\/p>\n


\nCostel STANCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

* * *
\nNu am nevoie de dragostea ta.
\nMai bine un gr\u0103unte de sare,
\ns\u0103 \u00eel \u00eempart s\u0103racilor.
\nEi se vor bucura. Eu, nu.
\nU\u0219a ce nu sc\u00eer\u021bie, nu e vie.
\nZarurile au fugit de acas\u0103.
\nNu va fi nicio nunt\u0103,
\nnici o \u00eengropare. Tu \u00eemi speli
\nc\u0103ma\u0219a de mire p\u00een\u0103 se vede \u00een ea
\nchipul lui Hristos. Las\u0103, nu fi trist,
\npoe\u021bii vindec\u0103 locul. \u00cen ultima fotografie
\no s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi ias\u0103 aburi din n\u0103ri, m\u0103 lini\u0219te\u0219ti
\n\u0219i dispari dup\u0103 peretele de fum colorat dintre
\nvia\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte. Un drum f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00eer\u0219it
\n\u00een mijlocul c\u0103ruia g\u0103se\u0219ti acela\u0219i cal orb,
\nsemn c\u0103 ai mai trecut pe acolo.
\nPrive\u0219ti \u00eenapoi \u0219i \u00eemi spui c\u0103
\nm\u0103 iube\u0219ti. Dar c\u00eend vine vorba
\nde dragoste, sufletul meu e mai
\nne\u0219tiutor dec\u00eet un copil care nu a
\nie\u0219it niciodat\u0103 din satul lui.<\/p>\n

* * *
\nDe-ai putea scoate moartea din om! A\u0219a cum,
\n\u00een copil\u0103rie, v\u0103zuse\u0219i c\u0103 f\u0103cea bunicul t\u0103u: \u00een\u021bepa
\nbur\u021bile umflate ale vitelor ce p\u0103scuser\u0103 prea mult\u0103
\nlucern\u0103 \u0219i moartea ie\u0219ea din ele cu un \u0219uierat u\u0219or.
\nAt\u00eet de simplu s\u0103 fie? te minunai. Mai t\u00eerziu, c\u00eend a
\nmurit bunicul, ai luat un ac \u0219i i l-ai \u00eenfipt \u00een deget.
\nNu s-a \u00eent\u00eemplat nimic, b\u0103tr\u00eenul a r\u0103mas tot acolo,
\nne\u00eensufle\u021bit. Nu ai mo\u0219tenit harul s\u0103u, nu e\u0219ti un bun
\nvindec\u0103tor. De atunci, nu ai mai \u00eencercat s\u0103 alungi
\nmoartea din nici o vietate. Nici m\u0103car din tine \u00eensu\u021bi.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

S\u0103 pierzi ceea ce nu a fost niciodat\u0103 al t\u0103u,
\nca morile v\u00eentul – deplina \u00een\u0163elegere a mor\u0163ii.
\nSufletul pleac\u0103 \u015fi nu se mai \u00eentoarce
\nasemeni p\u0103s\u0103rii c\u0103reia copiii i-au stricat cuibul
\n\u00eentr-un joc vinovat de propria-i puritate.
\nTu mori ca s\u0103 \u00een\u0163elegi. Cum soarele r\u0103sare
\npentru a acoperi ochiul orb
\ndin spatele s\u0103u. O amintire \u00ee\u0163i pare via\u0163a,
\nun vis tr\u0103it \u00eenainte de a-l visa,
\ntotu\u015fi necunoscut.
\nC\u00eet\u0103 armonie \u00eentre aici \u015fi dincolo!<\/p>\n


\nOctavian MIHALCEA<\/strong>
\n\"\"

APROAPE O EVIDEN\u021a\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Marile decant\u0103ri \u00eencep dup\u0103
\ncele care au fost
\np\u00e2n\u0103 nu de mult animalele soarelui
\nP\u0103durea n\u0103\u0219tea filde\u0219ul nemuritor,
\nprins apoi \u00een capcana dintre valuri
\nPo\u021bi cuteza s\u0103 \u00eentorci vulturii din zbor?
\nGhearele ploii te vor zg\u00e2ria p\u00e2n\u0103 la os,
\nasemenea minusarmoniei ambientale
\nPovesteai c\u0103 visul nu e dec\u00e2t o sculptur\u0103 neagr\u0103
\nSemnifica\u021bii \u00eenalte apar\u021bin abatoarelor celeste
\nDrept \u00eenfiorare, laptele ar putea muri \u00eentr-o noapte
\nPolii se apropie, dep\u0103\u0219esc hazardul
\n\u0218opte\u0219ti f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi:
\nnu te voi tr\u0103da niciodat\u0103\u2026
\nnu te voi tr\u0103da niciodat\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nULTIME EXTENSIUNI PERICULOASE<\/strong><\/p>\n

De data asta, prenumele s\u00e2ngelui
\nva absorbi toate uit\u0103rile \u2013
\ntres\u0103rirea turbanului celest
\nDeclan\u0219\u0103ri necunoscute plutesc pe otr\u0103vuri,
\nprintre descifr\u0103ri arcuite, voiaj pal
\ncinstind Alpii c\u0103zu\u021bi \u00een mare
\nPreconiz\u0103m instal\u0103ri masive
\nla bordul unor biblioteci cuceritoare
\nLupii g\u00e2ndului bulverseaz\u0103 tabloul mineral,
\ncomoar\u0103 ce ne oglinde\u0219te aici destinul
\nMartorii poart\u0103 lungi robe negre,
\nsf\u00e2\u0219iate l\u00e2ng\u0103 por\u021bile indign\u0103rii
\nS\u0103rutul frun\u021bii este inalterabil
\n(nimeni nu te poate recunoa\u0219te)
\nPrin galerie sim\u021bim emo\u021biile
\nDorin\u021b\u0103. Recompens\u0103. Incendiu.<\/p>\n


\nUNA DINTRE SPERAN\u021aE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fotografie cu insul\u0103 \u0219i figuri fierbin\u021bi,<\/p>\n

ca o celebr\u0103 scoatere \u00een fa\u021b\u0103
\nTrenurile, acum doar relicve
\nale pe\u0219tilor f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103,
\nsparg aerul prin camera \u00eentunecat\u0103
\nNu \u0219tiu \u00eenc\u0103 leg\u0103tura dintre tine
\n\u0219i aceste ma\u0219in\u0103rii
\nMuzici pierdute lovesc p\u0103m\u00e2ntul alb
\ncu for\u021ba frisoanelor \u00eendr\u0103gostite
\nDiscret, exersezi \u00eengroparea \u00een nisip
\nla umbra copacilor necunoscu\u021bi
\nFl\u0103c\u0103rile invadeaz\u0103 aripa liber\u0103,
\nmit cercetat f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eencetare
\nSunt creatorul frescei m\u00e2ng\u00e2iate
\nde crucificarea soarelui!
\nPentru c\u0103 durerile au disp\u0103rut<\/p>\n


\nTENDIN\u021a\u0102 DE IE\u0218IRE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 pe sub revela\u021bii
\nconstruim pasiuni, \u00eenc\u0103peri umede,
\nfe\u021be de arbori, \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ur\u0103ri vaporoase
\nSus \u2013 deschiderea sur\u00e2z\u0103toare
\nPe bra\u021be curg r\u0103nile somnului nobil,
\nexpresie lent\u0103, hipertrofiat\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd rote\u0219te himera neantului
\nImpulsul basculeaz\u0103 sacadat
\nRa\u021biuni agresive plus rezerve anarhice
\nTransformarea m\u0103duvei
\nva dep\u0103\u0219i orice aversiune,
\ninstinct oceanic satisf\u0103cut
\nCur\u00e2nd, vom \u00een\u0103l\u021ba cu to\u021bii
\ncrisalida col\u021bului s\u0103lbatic<\/p>\n


\nEXAMINARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Regatul multelor \u00eencerc\u0103ri,
\nsepararea celorlal\u021bi
\nInventeaz\u0103 un anturaj!
\nDiscu\u021bi despre straniile f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni
\nscufundate \u00een fier,
\nretez\u0103rile din exces,
\narhetipul axului reac\u021bionar
\nAl\u0103turi, la radio, electricitatea
\ndesf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 undele refuzului,
\narogan\u021ba \u00eentreb\u0103rilor despre
\nsetea \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103
\nAnomalii verticale care transform\u0103
\nLumina dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te puteri s\u0103lbatice
\nTranzit spre juisare\u2026
\nTest niciodat\u0103 privit cum trebuie<\/p>\n


\nEXPLOZIE \u00ceN CONTINUARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ramurile sunt deschise
\nStrig\u0103te \u0219i s\u00e2nge prin p\u0103dure
\nPieile cerului ne aduc<\/p>\n

la picioare fluturi \u00eencin\u0219i
\nMereu sentimentele puternice
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 cu ni\u0219te statui plutitoare,<\/p>\n

cu dinamit\u0103rile sticloase
\nDin dep\u0103rtare vin trei nori
\n(\u00eentoarcerea la ploaie)
\nAr putea fi refacerea mai multor
\nbra\u021be dintr-o soart\u0103
\nSupliciile vor \u00eenghe\u021ba
\nSupliciile nu vor \u00eenghe\u021ba<\/p>\n


\nFLUX VERTIGINOS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kamikaze \u00eenc\u0103 din copil\u0103rie
\nInterior paroxistic f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103
\nUnele riscuri poart\u0103 spre ruina
\nabcesului ivit \u00een cript\u0103
\nPericolele atrag groapa fantasmei,
\nfalsele recunoa\u0219teri,
\ndimensiunea nodului pulsatil
\nCur\u00e2nd vei dori instincte invizibile
\nPu\u021bin accesibil\u0103, cutremur\u0103toare
\neste muzica
\nMedium, medium,
\nmedium transparent<\/p>\n


\nDUN\u0102REA \u00ceN VIS<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cenainte, dup\u0103:
\nnumeroase \u00eentreb\u0103ri suple
\nSemnele se amestec\u0103 umbros:
\ncele care amenin\u021b\u0103, purific\u0103,
\napropie ghimpii \u0219i culoarea poeziei
\nPeste maluri, c\u00e2teodat\u0103,
\nspectacolul b\u0103ilor de lav\u0103,
\ndiamantul s\u0103ge\u021bilor de odinioar\u0103
\nNumele mamei (extaz interior)
\nVis\u0103torii vegheaz\u0103 inima apei,
\nicoana, atunci c\u00e2nd la mijlocul
\nnop\u021bii izbucnesc dimine\u021bile
\n\u00cen vis ca \u00een via\u021b\u0103:
\ndorin\u021b\u0103, p\u0103trundere continu\u0103,
\nfragmentele puterii, fluviul fascinant
\n\u00cen vis ca \u00een via\u021b\u0103:
\nrefacem marele arbore subacvatic<\/p>\n


\nLucian M\u0102N\u0102ILESCU<\/strong>
\n\"\"

SCRISOARE DIN ATLANTIDA<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen Atlantida de sub frunte am tr\u0103it
\nun fel de stare de urgen\u0163\u0103 a trecutului –
\nne-am mutat p\u0103rin\u0163ii \u015fi copil\u0103ria \u00een fotografii sepia,
\n\u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd s\u0103 fim ferici\u0163i chiar \u015fi cu ochii \u00een lacrimi…<\/p>\n

\u015ei totu\u015fi, n-am spus niciodat\u0103 c\u0103 e prea
\ndeparte sau prea t\u00e2rziu, am \u00eennoptat
\nsub strea\u015fina soarelui \u015fi
\nnu ne-a \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat vuietul m\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

Poate de aceea, prietene, azi, c\u00e2nd
\n\u00ee\u0163i s\u0103rb\u0103tore\u015fti ziua de na\u015ftere, am deschis
\nu\u015file \u015fi ferestrele sufletului \u015fi am f\u0103cut
\nsemne cu m\u00e2na spre cerul albastru.<\/p>\n


\nNOAPTE CU LUN\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Copilul meu st\u0103 rezemat de lun\u0103 \u015fi viseaz\u0103.
\nPeste umbra lui trece \u015fop\u00e2rla ursitei,
\ndar el nu-i aude fo\u015fnetul, el culege cire\u015fe amare
\n\u015fi se leag\u0103n\u0103 \u00eentre crengile cerului…<\/p>\n

Timpul e un fel de odaie goal\u0103, copilul meu
\n\u00eentinde m\u00e2ns spre oglind\u0103
\n\u015fi \u00ee\u015fi ghice\u015fte \u00een palm\u0103: \u201eUit\u0103-te
\n\u015fi tu, orbule, uit\u0103-te cum se topesc toate astea
\n\u00eentr-un fulg de z\u0103pad\u0103…
\nAici e o cump\u0103n\u0103, dincolo
\no zodie mincinoas\u0103…!\u201d<\/p>\n

E noapte, e prea mult\u0103 noapte\u2026
\nCopilului meu \u00eei cade luna din piept.<\/p>\n


\nFOTOGRAFIE CU GREIERI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amintirea e tot un fel de Alzheimer \u2013
\n\u015etii c\u0103 ai iubit o fat\u0103 cu ochii c\u0103prui sau alba\u015ftri,
\ncare \u00ee\u0163i expedia scrisori dintr-un spitalul de urgen\u0163\u0103,
\nadormind cu capul pe um\u0103rul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Toate astea au asfin\u0163it \u015fi a r\u0103mas
\ndoar singur\u0103tatea peretelui orb
\n\u015fi fotografia ei \u00een care c\u00e2nt\u0103 greierii.<\/p>\n


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

expect more<\/strong><\/p>\n

am ajuns tocmai acum
\nc\u00e2nd L.P. \u00eenmorm\u00e2nteaz\u0103 Rom\u00e2nia \u00een spanac patriotic \u0219i artistique merde
\n\u0219i-l pune
\npe Mitic\u0103 s\u0103 trag\u0103 clopotele ziua \u00een amiaza mare
\nde parc\u0103 s-ar mai fi putut schimba ceva din ADN-ul ei<\/p>\n

\u201em\u0103 neic\u0103 –
\nsunt
\nCr\u0103c\u0103nelul zilei deja ambetat cu
\namfetamina
\n\u0219i poezia pl\u00e2ng\u0103cioas\u0103 a patriei –<\/p>\n

pe orizontul meu nordic
\numbl\u0103 despuiat\u0103 Venus din Cuca M\u0103c\u0103ii
\ncer\u0219ind un p\u0103h\u0103ru\u021b un c\u00e2ntecel nup\u021bial
\n(auzi\u021bi auzi\u021bi la ce-o duce capul)<\/p>\n

\u00eencerc\u0103nat\u0103 gravid\u0103
\nintr\u0103
\npe biciclet\u0103 mov
\n\u00een academie pentru voyeurism \u0219i \u00eemb\u0103ls\u0103mare
\nnimic nu-i la locul potrivit nu se \u0219tie unde ne afl\u0103m\u201d- zice
\n\u201edar hai s\u0103 c\u00e2rpim realitatea
\ns\u0103-i \u0219tergem ridurile
\ns\u0103-i confec\u021bion\u0103m pentru o mie de ani
\nun nou trecut o alt\u0103 Venus mai pe gustul nostru\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201eun tip scund m\u0103 neic\u0103 – sunt Cr\u0103c\u0103nelul cyberspa\u021biului
\nm\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b deja de candelabru \u0219i recit
\nelegiile la tob\u0103 eufoniu \u0219i cinele\u201d- zice –<\/p>\n

\u201eam avut o servitoare neru\u0219inat\u0103\u2026
\ncare mi-a f\u0103cut zilele fripte<\/p>\n

\u0219i din amor pentru ea am uitat s\u0103 m\u0103-nchei la prohab
\nam uitat de cer de codul penal\u201d<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd am ajuns s\u0103 arunc\u0103m \u0219i noi bulg\u0103ri de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\npeste victoria final\u0103
\nluna cobor\u00e2se
\ncu h\u00e2rzobul din cer
\n\u0219i se hlizea
\nnebun\u0103
\nla pata asta de s\u00e2nge de sub neon<\/p>\n

expect more<\/p>\n

I arrived right at the moment
\nwhen LP was burying Romania in patriotic spinach and artistic merde
\nand asks
\nMitic\u0103 to ring the bells in plain day
\nas if his DNA could still be altered<\/p>\n

\u201ehey chap
\nI am the Bandy Legs of the day already drunken with
\namphetamines
\nand gushy patriotic poetry \u2013<\/p>\n

on my Northern horizon
\nwalks the naked Venus of Nowhere-land
\nbegging for a drink a bridal song
\n(look what she is thinking of!)<\/p>\n

tired and pregnant
\nshe enters
\nthe voyeurism and embalming academy
\non a purple bike
\n\u201enothing is in the right place no one knows where we are\u201d \u2013 she says
\n\u201ebut let\u2019s mend reality
\nlet’s erase its wrinkles
\nlet\u2019s make her a new past a new Venus we will like better
\nfor a thousand years\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201ea short guy, chap \u2013 I am the Bandy Legs of cyberspace
\nI am already hanging on to the chandelier and reciting
\nthe laments for drum euphonium and cymbals\u201d \u2013 he says \u2013<\/p>\n

\u201eI had a shameless servant\u2026
\nShe game me a hard time
\nAnd out of love for her I forgot to zip my fly
\nI forgot heavens I forgot the penal code\u201d<\/p>\n

When our turn came to throw mud balls
\nover the final victory
\nthe moon had come down<\/p>\n

from the sky on a rope
\nand was grinning
\ncrazy
\nat this blood stain under the neon<\/p>\n

a livid light lurks from somewhere
\nwithout blazing them
\nand nobody\u2019s and everyone\u2019s sobs
\ncannot move them<\/p>\n

and the wind blows through them puffing
\n– holes nothing but holes –
\ntogether with the rain<\/p>\n

the lime
\nfalls
\noff their cheeks<\/p>\n

the ugliness writes their memoires<\/p>\n

and they stand
\nwith torn straw hats on their heads \u2013 scarecrows
\nabandoned in haste<\/p>\n

on the barren field<\/p>\n

– life has already moved on –<\/p>\n

stiff in the dirty rain \u2013 this is how you\u2019ll find them tomorrow and the day after
\nand in a thousand days
\nreader who thinks you are any different<\/p>\n

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


\nexpect more<\/strong><\/p>\n

ich bin genau jetzt angekommen
\nwenn L.P. Rum\u00e4nien in den f\u00e4lschlich patriotischen Gedichten und in artistique merde begr\u00e4bt
\nund l\u00e4sst
\nMitic\u0103 die Glocken zu Mittag l\u00e4uten
\nals ob man etwas von seiner DNS \u00e4ndern k\u00f6nnte<\/p>\n

\u201emein Bruder \u2013
\nich bin
\nder Hofnarr\/ Cr\u0103c\u0103nel des Tages schon betrunken wegen
\nder Amphetamin
\nund der pathetischen Dichtung unseres Vaterlandes \u2013<\/p>\n

auf meinen n\u00f6rdlichen visuellen Erfassungsbereich
\nwandelt nackt eine Venus aus Cuca M\u0103c\u0103ii
\nund bettelt ein Schn\u00e4pschen auch einen Hochzeitsmarsch
\n(h\u00f6r\u2019 mal woran sie denkt)<\/p>\n


\nGeringelte Schwangere <\/strong><\/p>\n

tritt
\nauf dem lila Fahrrad
\nin die Akademie f\u00fcr Voyeurismus und Balsamieren ein
\nnichts ist wo es sein soll man weiss nicht wo man sich befindet\u201d sie sagt
\n\u201eaber komm wir m\u00fcssen die Wirklichkeit ausbessern
\nwir m\u00fcssen die Falten glatt streichen
\nwir m\u00fcssen \u00fcber tausend Jahre eine neue Vergangenheit
\nf\u00fcr eine andere Venus f\u00fcr unseren Geschmack ausbauen\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201eein niedriger Kerl mein Bruder \u2013 ich bin der Hofnarr \/ Cr\u0103c\u0103nel des Cyberspace
\nich h\u00e4nge mich schon an den Kandelaber und rezitiere
\nElegien f\u00fcr Trommel und Abendessen \u2013 er sagt \u2013<\/p>\n

\u201eich hatte eine unversch\u00e4mte Magd…
\ndie mich sehr gequ\u00e4lt hat
\nund wegen Wollust f\u00fcr sie hab\u2019 ich vergessen den Hosenlatz zu schlie\u03b2en
\nhab\u2019 ich vom Paradies vom Strafgesetzbuch vergessen\u201d<\/p>\n

als wir imstande waren mit den Erdenb\u00e4llen zu werfen
\n\u00fcber den Finalsieg
\nging der Mond unter
\nmit dem Seil aus dem Himmel
\nund er kicherte
\nwahnsinnig
\n\u00fcber diesen Blutfleck unter dem Leuchtr\u00f6hre<\/p>\n

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


\nexpect more<\/strong><\/p>\n

je suis arriv\u00e9 juste au moment
\no\u00f9 L.P. vient d\u2019enforcer la Roumanie
\ndans de vains discours patriotiques et en merde artistique
\nen faisant \u00e0 Mitic\u0103 \u2013 ce jumeau de Cr\u0103c\u0103nel \u2013 sonner les cloches en plein jour
\ncomme si l\u2019on avait pu changer une goutte de son ADN<\/p>\n

\u201eeh mon vieux \u2013
\nje suis
\nCr\u0103c\u0103nel – un babillard qui parle pour ne rien dire \u2013 d\u00e9j\u00e0 gris\u00e9
\nde l\u2019amph\u00e9tamine
\net de la fausse po\u00e9sie larmoyante patriotique \u2013<\/p>\n

\u00e0 mon horizon du nord
\nva d\u00e9pouill\u00e9e V\u00e9nus de Cuca – M\u0103c\u0103ii
\nen demandant un petit verre \u00e0 boire un petit chant de noces<\/p>\n

(\u00e9coutez donc ce qu\u2019elle rumine)<\/p>\n

la cern\u00e9e ventrue
\nentre solennellement
\n\u00e0 bicyclette mauve
\n\u00e0 l\u2019acad\u00e9mie rien que pour voyeurisme et vieillerie embaum\u00e9e<\/p>\n

rien n\u2019est \u00e0 sa place on ignore
\no\u00f9 l\u2019on va\u201d \u2013 dit-il \u2013
\n\u201emais allons rapi\u00e9cer des bouts de la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 par ci par l\u00e0
\nen pommader les rides
\nallons fabriquer pour un millier d\u2019ann\u00e9es
\nun tout autre pass\u00e9 une toute autre V\u00e9nus qui soit plut\u00f4t \u00e0 notre go\u00fbt\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201eje suis un petiot mon vieux \u2013 je suis Cr\u0103c\u0103nelul –
\nle babillard du cyberspace
\nje m\u2019y accroche m\u2019y cramponne et r\u00e9cite
\nles \u00e9l\u00e9gies \u00e0 son de tambour et des cymbales\u201d \u2013 dit-il<\/p>\n

\u201ej\u2019ai eu une soubrette effront\u00e9e
\nqui m\u2019a rendu la vie dure
\namoureux d\u2019elle j\u2019ai manqu\u00e9 de boutonner la braguette de mes pantalons
\nn\u2019ayant jamais \u00e9gard aux cieux au code p\u00e9nal\u201d<\/p>\n

juste au moment o\u00f9 l\u2019on est arriv\u00e9 \u00e0 jeter les derni\u00e8res mottes de terre
\nsur la tombe de la victoire finale<\/p>\n

la lune sorte de la cuisse de Jupiter
\n\u00e9tait descendue
\nen riant
\nfollement
\nde cette tache de sang veill\u00e9e par un fr\u00eale rayon de lumi\u00e8re<\/p>\n

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

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