{"id":24784,"date":"2025-06-27T23:58:20","date_gmt":"2025-06-27T20:58:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24784"},"modified":"2025-06-27T23:58:20","modified_gmt":"2025-06-27T20:58:20","slug":"literadura-nr-36-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24784","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 36 (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Evenimente culturale<\/em><\/p>\n

Adrian SIMEANU <\/strong><\/p>\n

Oaspe\u021bi de soi printre arge\u0219eni <\/strong><\/p>\n

Florin Dochia \u0219i Stelian T\u0103nase. Ni\u0219te autori de amploare ai literaturii autohtone. Care ne-au onorat cu prezen\u021ba \u0219i spusele lor culturale \u00een dou\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lniri recente, la Centrul Cultural Pite\u0219ti. Amfitrioni, doi redactori-\u0219efi: Virgil Diaconu \u0219i Leonid Dragomir…
\n Diaconu a adus aceea\u0219i tem\u0103-n dezbatere: \u201ePoezia postmodern\u0103 \u0219i revistele literare\u201d. A optat pentru ea precum a f\u0103cut-o \u0219i-n discu\u021bia cu Ana Dobre, de la Alexandria. Profesoar\u0103 \u0219i critic, istoric literar, bine documentat\u0103-n domeniu. Florin, literat \u0219i tot \u0219ef de publica\u021bii, c\u00e2mpinean \u00eens\u0103, a povestit avizat despre at\u00e2tea: canon, postmodernismul american, reviste autohtone actuale, mi\u0219carea beat. Vivaldi. Biblia. Vibra\u021bia operelor de art\u0103 oricare-ar fi ele. Chiar \u0219i despre Mircea C\u0103rt\u0103rescu. Respins nu de mult de la primirea lui \u00een Academie, nevotat (de ce oare?) de Breban \u0219i Valeriu Matei…
\n Florin \u00eel socote\u0219te pe Mircea, \u00eendrept\u0103\u021bit, un romancier demn de aten\u021bie \u0219i de interesul interna\u021bional ce plute\u0219te tot mai ap\u0103sat \u00een juru-i. A\u0219a c\u0103 nou\u0103 ne-a f\u0103cut mare pl\u0103cere s\u0103 urm\u0103rim modu` lejer \u00een care Dochia se mi\u0219c\u0103 prin poezie (\u00een special cea de dragoste) sau istoria literaturii universale. E un tip doct, cu stra\u0219nice acumul\u0103ri \u00een materie, de la care ai de-nv\u0103\u021bat despre versuri, metafor\u0103 \u0219i alte subtilit\u0103\u021bi \u00een domeniu. \u0218i nu numai. Pe bun\u0103 dreptate eu sim\u021bindu-m\u0103 onorat c\u0103 de-at\u00e2ta vreme \u00eei sunt colaborator asiduu la \u201eRevista Nou\u0103\u201d (ce, din p\u0103cate, s-ar putea s\u0103 nu mai apar\u0103). Bine c-ai venit, Florine, s\u0103 ne l\u0103mure\u0219ti, s\u0103 ne instruie\u0219ti…
\n C\u0103 veni vorba de instruire, \u201eVia\u021ba lui Panait Istrati\u201d, noua carte semnat\u0103 de T\u0103nase, ne-a captat aten\u021bia din plin. Acesta gr\u0103ind pe larg despre ea. St\u00e2rnit de Leonid Dragomir, \u0219ef la revista \u201eARGE\u0218\u201d. Care se manifest\u0103 \u00een continuare ca un prezentator inatractiv, av\u00e2nd probleme de dic\u021bie. De altfel, nu el a contat, ci Stelian. Om priceput \u0219i-n analiza politic\u0103 \u0219i-un condei consolidat \u00een zone diverse. A\u0219a c\u0103 s-a ocupat binevenit de Istrati \u0219i ne fuse de folos \u00eentru consolidarea culturii noastre c\u0103rtur\u0103re\u0219ti. Astfel c\u0103 orice revedere cu oamenii ace\u0219tia fi-va un c\u00e2\u0219tig intelectual de necontestat. O auzi cineva de bun\u0103 credin\u021b\u0103-n chestiune? <\/p>\n


\n Mihaela Roxana BOBOC <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Pastila de timp <\/strong><\/p>\n

Hristos a \u00eenviat, \u00eemi strig\u0103 diminea\u021ba! Adev\u0103rat a \u00eenviat, \u00eei r\u0103spund pentru ultima oar\u0103, \u00eenainte s\u0103-mi mut lumina pe marginea altui r\u00e2u. Nicio poezie nu s-a scris aici, niciun vers nu a str\u0103b\u0103tut zarea. Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 va curge dor \u00een acest exil auto-impus. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, totul a r\u0103mas o constant\u0103, o ran\u0103 care nu se \u00eenchide dar nici nu putreze\u0219te. * Privesc c\u0103u\u0219ul palmelor tale, cum cerul \u0219i-alint\u0103 vr\u0103biile \u00een nisip. Nu te r\u0103t\u0103ci, presar cuvintele acestea s\u0103race, poate \u00eentr-o zi vei aprinde cu ele vreascuri \u00een mijlocul furtunii. \u00cen jurul focului st\u00e2nd, s\u0103 crezi c\u0103 iubirea se aprinde pentru a se stinge, apoi se reaprinde indiferent de locul \u00een care stai. Lumin\u0103 din lumin\u0103!
\n*
\nTrei ceasuri \u00een care tu priveghezi iar eu dorm, \u00een care eu dorm \u0219i tu curgi din pleoapele mele. \u00centre noi, minutele se ascund \u0219i umbl\u0103 \u0219chioape de sens.
\n\u00centre noi, respira\u021biile domoale se alungesc dup\u0103 p\u0103tura dimine\u021bii. E \u00eenc\u0103 noapte, \u0219i tu dormi. Tu dormi c\u00e2nd eu respir prin pielea ar\u0103mie a singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii. *
\nTimpul, o m\u0103nu\u0219\u0103 ale c\u0103rei degete lungi m\u0103 ating. Timpul, \u00eengerul surd la orice dorin\u021b\u0103 de a te opri. Poezia mea va tr\u0103i mai mult dec\u00e2t mine. Va tr\u0103i din noi. * Tu m\u0103 ridici dintr-o moarte care nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 nimic. Tu m\u0103 ridici dintr-o via\u021b\u0103 pe care nu scrie nimic. \u0218i prins\u0103 \u00eentre cer \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ca to\u021bi asemenea mie, respir\u0103m anaerob. Respir\u0103m \u00een salturi de lumin\u0103. * \u0218i inima mea crede iar \u00een iubire, ca-ntr-o molim\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 leac. Crede \u00een copilul f\u0103r\u0103 copil\u0103rie \u0219i din om \u00een om, acuarelele se \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie pe c\u00e2mpia ca o p\u0103rere. Ca o fug\u0103 de \u00eenger, un roi ne\u00eentrerupt de g\u00e2nd
\n– sufletul, tace a ve\u0219nicie.
\n * Nu m-am g\u00e2ndit niciodat\u0103 la mine ca la o colec\u021bionar\u0103 de pove\u0219ti. Poate sunt. Sau poate \u00eentre at\u00e2tea femei, povestea uneia devine prelungirea alteia \u0219i din vis \u00een vis, din pierdere \u00een pierdere, lumea lor devine lumea mea \u0219i ceva din lumea mea migreaz\u0103 \u00een cuvinte, spre voi.
\n*
\nPun o virgul\u0103 \u00een care s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103 tot. A\u0219teptarea este o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 stricat\u0103, doar ochii r\u0103m\u00e2n deschi\u0219i spre cer. Trupul devine o corabie f\u0103r\u0103 v\u00e2sle. Busola lumineaz\u0103 din piept, acolo unde c\u00e2teva grame c\u00e2nt\u0103resc tot mai mult. <\/p>\n


\nC\u0103t\u0103lin Marius NEGOI\u021a\u0102 <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Vr\u0103jit <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sleit sunt de puteri
\n\u0218i de deochi,
\n\u0218i de deschisele z\u0103voare
\nPe unde-am vrut s\u0103 trec
\nCu un pulover desf\u0103cut la g\u00e2t,
\nTocmai atunci c\u00e2nd frontul inamic
\nM\u0103-ademenea cu lapte din ibric,
\nM\u0103 r\u0103stignea pe \u0219uierat de glon\u021b
\nM\u0103runt din buze d\u00e2nd, pe unde-am fost
\nCu un n\u0103uc
\nCe m-a v\u00e2ndut \u021big\u0103ncii pe-un tango.
\n\u0218i apoi, pierdut \u00een subteranul din metrou,
\nAm alergat deruta ca-ntr-un le\u0219.
\n\u00cen incanta\u021bii spuse de pe pre\u0219,
\nAl ro\u021bilor de fiare de c\u0103lcat,
\nCe fiare-n \u0219in\u0103 calc\u0103 ap\u0103sat,
\n\u00cen nemilosul tren venind cu capu-n jos
\nS\u0103-mi ia \u00eentreaga mare \u00een picioare
\nCa mai apoi s\u0103-mi taie calea p\u00e2n’ la os. <\/p>\n


\nDe vine vorba de el <\/strong><\/p>\n

Vinul meu m\u0103 strig\u0103-n coloane
\nCol\u021burile lui se-nfig \u00eencet,
\nM\u0103 r\u0103sfa\u021b\u0103 chinul,
\nM\u0103-nfioar\u0103 valul
\nM\u0103-nconvoaie r\u00e2vna desuet. <\/p>\n

Tu, reminiscen\u021b\u0103 a culorii lun\u0103,
\nEu descoperire de anatomie
\nLupilor dai dezleg\u0103ri la st\u00e2n\u0103
\nLimbile iau zece la chimie. <\/p>\n

Vinul url\u0103 s\u0103 trimit sifoane
\nSferele din ap\u0103 m\u0103 cuprind \u00eencet
\nBalanseaz\u0103 valul
\nInventeaz\u0103 chinul
\nM\u0103 \u00eentind ca nucul \u00een parchet. <\/p>\n


\nVia satelit<\/strong> <\/p>\n

At\u00e2t! Un glas vr\u0103jit, un telefon, umbra mea rarefiat\u0103, umbl\u0103
\nLa bra\u021b cu-n ranchiunos de cupidon
\nCe trage gloan\u021be pe la fiecare-n t\u00e2mpl\u0103. <\/p>\n

Fumul de chibrit \u00eemi invadeaz\u0103 ochii
\nIau lacrima \u0219i-o v\u0103rs spre interior
\nS\u0103-\u021bi v\u0103d prin cea\u021ba transparent\u0103 a rochiei
\nCum inocen\u021ba-\u021bi cade verde \u0219i-nspre m\u0103r. <\/p>\n

Eu, da eu, zborul l-am r\u0103pit!
\nTocindu-mi aripi \u00een arcadele de beci
\nS\u0103 pot s\u0103 umblu, s\u0103 te privesc de peste zid
\nPe bulevardul min\u021bii c\u00e2nd \u00eemi treci. <\/p>\n

Copil obraznic, \u00eenchis \u00een satelit
\nDau rotocol v\u00e2natului ispit\u0103,
\nPe tine, vultureas\u0103, ce-n colb m-ai t\u0103v\u0103lit
\nCa s\u0103 dezlegi planeta de orbit\u0103.
\n
\nVin\u0103 de buzun\u0103rit <\/strong><\/p>\n

Cotrob\u0103ind prin geaca lui de f\u00e2\u0219,
\nDai de-o colivie c-un canar;
\n\u00cen colivie st\u0103 aprins un far,
\n\u0218i-n raza lui doi amorezi fac du\u0219. <\/p>\n

Hopa, uite \u00een cot, o pat\u0103 de durere,
\nCred c-a f\u0103cut\u0103 c\u00e2nd i-ai spus:
\n– S\u0103 pleci\u2026 \u00een buzunar ai o adres\u0103, dac\u0103-ai s\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 treci,
\nE-o cur\u0103\u021b\u0103torie \u00een Belvedere. <\/p>\n

El a plecat s\u0103 poat\u0103 s-o ascund\u0103,
\nLa un balcon cu lumea \u00eemprejur,
\nUnde se poate s\u0103 ias\u0103 din contur
\nSau s\u0103 a\u0219tepte-un anotimp sau secund\u0103!!! <\/p>\n

Geaca e-a lui, dar nu suficient,
\nFarul s-a stins, du\u0219u’ a fost etrusc,
\nSensul \u00een care l-ai putea \u00eentoarce brusc
\nn amintirea ta, e un elev absent. <\/p>\n

Nu c\u0103ut\u0103m nimic \u0219i nu g\u0103sim nimic,
\nSim\u021bim mirosul tigrului \u00een trup
\nRedesen\u0103m o stare de colivie-stup, <\/p>\n

Cu rangul de buzun\u0103rit mutat \u00een plic. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Evenimente culturale Adrian SIMEANU Oaspe\u021bi de soi printre arge\u0219eni Florin Dochia \u0219i Stelian T\u0103nase. Ni\u0219te autori de amploare ai literaturii<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":24763,"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\/24784"}],"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=24784"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24784\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24785,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24784\/revisions\/24785"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/24763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24784"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24784"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24784"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}