{"id":5318,"date":"2017-06-18T00:28:49","date_gmt":"2017-06-17T21:28:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=5318"},"modified":"2017-09-18T09:27:48","modified_gmt":"2017-09-18T06:27:48","slug":"spatii-culturale-39-ramnic-amour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=5318","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 39 &#8211; R\u00e2mnic, mon amour!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/image-12-e1485538078727.jpeg\" data-rel=\"lightbox-image-0\" data-rl_title=\"\" data-rl_caption=\"\" title=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/image-12-300x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-4796 lazyload\" src=\"data:image\/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAAAAACH5BAEKAAEALAAAAAABAAEAAAICTAEAOw==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 300px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 300\/300;\" \/><noscript><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/image-12-300x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-4796\" \/><\/noscript><\/a><br \/>\n      Prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rziat\u0103, umezeal\u0103, frig. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi liliacul continu\u0103 s\u0103 a\u015ftepte zile mai calde, cu floarea \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een somn. Drumurile noastre, cu asfaltul lipit \u00eenc\u0103 de ele, au sens unic: se izbesc de statuia verde a lui Vlahu\u0163\u0103, poet celebru \u00een t\u00e2rg. De fapt, poet minor, siropos \u2013 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi oprea l\u0103cr\u0103mioarele s\u0103-i curg\u0103 din peni\u0163\u0103 pe foaia de h\u00e2rtie care multe rabd\u0103. M\u0103 mir c\u0103 nu l-au (re)descoperit maneli\u015ftii, scria cam pe gustul lor: \u201eA mele visuri risipite,\/ Ce-mi umplu inima de jale,\/ Le v\u0103d \u00een frunzele p\u0103lite\/ \u015ei-n pustiirea de pe vale.\/\/ De-a pururi sta-vor troienite,\/ Sub vremea ce s-a\u015fterne-n pale,\/ A mele visuri risipite,\/ ce-mi umplu inima de jale!\u201d.<br \/>\n    Atmosfera tulbure \u2013 nici toamn\u0103, nici iarn\u0103, nici prim\u0103var\u0103 cumsecade \u2013 \u00eendeamn\u0103, dup\u0103 cum se vede, la rele tratamente aplicate unui poet care a avut importan\u0163a lui (fie \u015fi nemeritat\u0103) \u00een ascensiunea poeziei rom\u00e2ne\u015fti de la \u201egraiul cu-ndemnuri pentru vite\u201d la anarhia inteligent\u0103 a postmodernismului \u00een care ne situ\u0103m, privind peste um\u0103r la busturile g\u00e2nditoare, din bronz m\u00e2ncat de vreme, ale celor care au \u00eenceput ceea ce noi nu reu\u015fim s\u0103 mai termin\u0103m. Poate de aceea \u00ee\u015fi \u0163ine Vlahu\u0163\u0103 (statuia lui!) degetul la obraz. Categoric, autorul bustului sugereaz\u0103 starea de medita\u0163ie poetic\u0103 prin capul u\u015for \u00eenclinat, privirea \u00een dep\u0103rt\u0103ri etc., dar \u015fi repro\u015ful implicit al autorului de poezele \u015fi romane: ce-am fost \u015fi ce-a\u0163i ajuns! Rom\u00e2nia lui pitoreasc\u0103 e \u00een alt\u0103 parte, nu aici; de fapt, \u00een alt\u0103 parte e \u015fi conacul \u00een care erau a\u015fteptate muzele, \u015fi prietenii scriitori, \u015fi toate lucrurile bune \u015fi frumoase pe care i le ofer\u0103 via\u0163a unui poet mai mic, nu numai cu vreo opt ani, dec\u00e2t Eminescu: mai mic, mai mic, dar Eminescu n-are bust \u00een t\u00e2rg, poate fiindc\u0103 este poet na\u0163ional, n\u0103scut sub alte ceruri, nu sub cel de la Plaine\u015fti.<br \/>\n     Cumva \u00een spatele lui Vlahu\u0163\u0103, alt poet, tot bust \u015fi tot minor, a c\u0103rui singur\u0103 leg\u0103tur\u0103 cu t\u00e2rgul este un pseudopoet local \u015fi orgolioasele, dar m\u0103runtele lui treceri peste poduri de flori; bustul st\u0103 a\u015fezat \u00een fostul \u201ela nou\u0103 luni\u201d, \u00een stare de admirativ\u0103 gesta\u0163ie. Cine \u015ftie c\u00e2\u0163i pui vii vor ie\u015fi din comuniunea lui cu aerul care st\u0103 ag\u0103\u0163at, cu zilele \u015fi cu nop\u0163ile lui, peste R\u00e2mnicul nostru! Pui vii, adic\u0103 poezele scrise de fani \u015fi recitate cu aplomb la manifest\u0103ri culturale de o calitate \u00eendoielnic\u0103, \u00een parcuri \u015fi, mai nou, de c\u00e2nd avem preo\u0163i-poe\u0163i, \u00een biserici. Poetul de dincolo n-are, desigur, nici o vin\u0103: a scris, c\u00e2t a scris, cu sinceritate: \u201eRostesc cuvinte\/ Ca s\u0103 iau aer.\/ Adorm,\/ Ca s\u0103 nu mai \u015ftiu.\/\/ Tai p\u00e2ine,\/ S-o bucur pe mama.\/ Ascult mierla,\/ Ca s\u0103 nu mai mint.\/\/ M\u0103 uit la tei,\/ Ca s\u0103 nu uit.\/ Am rupt acest\/ trandafir. De ce?\u201d.<br \/>\n     E bine c\u0103 cei doi poe\u0163i nu se uit\u0103 unul la altul. Nici trec\u0103torii \u2013 prea pu\u0163in amatori de poezie \u2013 nu se uit\u0103 la ei. Mai trece c\u00e2te-un stol de ciori dinspre parc spre p\u0103duricea de dincolo de apa R\u00e2mnicului: zborul pe deasupra celor dou\u0103 busturi este scurt, intens, dar lipsit de dramatism; pe la noi b\u00e2ntuie, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, fantoma lui Caragiale, nu a lui Bacovia.<br \/>\n     Prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rziat\u0103, umezeal\u0103, frig. Drumurile spre marea poezie trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 busturi de aram\u0103 coclit\u0103, la care nu ne mai \u00eenchin\u0103m, \u015fi se \u00eenfund\u0103 \u00een ele. A\u015fa-i uneori \u00een provincie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rziat\u0103, umezeal\u0103, frig. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi liliacul continu\u0103 s\u0103 a\u015ftepte zile mai calde, cu floarea \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een somn. Drumurile noastre,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":4796,"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":[314,7,1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5318"}],"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=5318"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5318\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5319,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5318\/revisions\/5319"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4796"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5318"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5318"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5318"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}