{"id":245,"date":"2014-12-15T09:36:02","date_gmt":"2014-12-15T07:36:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=245"},"modified":"2016-11-22T12:32:39","modified_gmt":"2016-11-22T10:32:39","slug":"lansarea-cartii-despre-distopie-si-despre-iarna","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=245","title":{"rendered":"Lansarea c\u0103r\u021bii, despre distopie \u0219i despre iarn\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"...lucrurile<\/a>
…lucrurile se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 pentru a se simplifica \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u00e2ndu-se, via\u021ba nu are dec\u00e2t dou\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103peri: printr-una trece ziua, prin alta noaptea! \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Foto: M\u0103d\u0103lin Broscaru<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Primele amintiri cu lansarea volumului de poezie, Distopia – c\u00e2teva exerci\u021bii de \u00eennebunit frumos,<\/em><\/strong> s-au a\u0219ezat \u00eentr-un col\u021b al sufletului ca prima z\u0103pad\u0103 sub\u021bire \u0219i firav\u0103 din acest an. Muzeul din T\u00fcbingen, o loca\u021bie veche, cu b\u00e2rne, cu pere\u021bi scrijeli\u021bi \u0219i acoperi\u021bi de amintiri din primul r\u0103zboi mondial mi-a primit versurile distopice \u0219i muzica ie\u0219it\u0103 dintr-un pian (modern, de data asta). Preludii, studii, buc\u0103\u021bi muzicale de Rachmaninov, Brahms, Enescu, Satie, Chopin au \u00eenso\u021bit amintirile aduse din satul meu de munte, aduse din perioada studiului teologiei, din experien\u021ba de migrant, din via\u021ba mea…<\/p>\n

\"La<\/a>
La pian…Ioana Radu! \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Mi se par at\u00e2t de diferite \u0219i at\u00e2t de contrastante toate aceste versuri c\u0103 nu a\u0219 fi putut numi mai bine volumul dec\u00e2t a\u0219a: distopia, adic\u0103 o lume dezechilibrat\u0103, neegal\u0103 cu ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, o lume care la suprafa\u021b\u0103 a pierdut controlul, leg\u0103tura cu ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, dar care \u00een ad\u00e2nc e p\u0103truns\u0103 de puteri latente \u00een a na\u0219te perle. Aceste lumi sunt \u00eentotdeauna mai interesante dec\u00e2t ceea ce se produce,\u00a0dec\u00e2t ceea ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 la suprafa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\"5D3_1141\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Discu\u021biile finale, purtate \u00een limba poetului H\u00f6lderlin, au fost pentru mine o adev\u0103rat\u0103 provocare. Teme precum comunismul, fa\u021ba \u00eenchis\u0103 a lumii din care vin, dar \u0219i senin\u0103tatea lucrurilor pe care le port \u00een mine au st\u00e2rnit curiozitatea publicului. Ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 pleci, ce iei cu tine c\u00e2nd pleci departe, cum te integrezi, ce la\u0219i \u00een urm\u0103, ce cuvinte te exprim\u0103, ce doruri te tr\u0103iesc, cum \u0219i de ce…\u0218i ce exsit\u0103 mai presus de tine de nu \u00eennebune\u0219ti tr\u0103ind toate acestea? Frumuse\u021bea, iubirea, z\u00e2mbetul, senin\u0103tatea, ce anume?<\/p>\n

Privesc distopia exterioar\u0103 ca pe o neor\u00e2nduire social\u0103, iar pe cea interioar\u0103 ca pe o \u00eengr\u0103dire a propriei fiin\u021be, a libert\u0103\u021bii, a cuv\u00e2ntului care sufer\u0103 de t\u0103cere. Cum s\u0103 nu mai poluezi fonic \u0219i lingvistic spa\u021biul \u00een care locuie\u0219ti?<\/p>\n

Poezia “Ce nimic e mai u\u0219or”<\/strong> a deschis seara, poezie despre \u00eenstr\u0103inarea de cuv\u00e2ntul exprimat, dar \u0219i de a celui neexprimat, despre a pleca \u0219i despre a te reg\u0103si acolo unde ai ajuns.<\/p>\n

Despre frumoasa poveste cu \u00eembl\u00e2nzitul, \u00eembl\u00e2nzitul limbii.<\/p>\n

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ce nimic e mai u\u0219or<\/b><\/p>\n

cuvintele mele vin dintr-o alt\u0103 lume
\nauster\u0103 din \u021bara frigului au sosit
\nsunt \u00eembr\u0103cate-n ger
\nde foame au nimicul<\/p>\n

cuvintele mele au-s\u0103r\u0103cit<\/p>\n

le-am adus de pe-un versant
\nacoperit de negur\u0103
\ntoat\u0103 copil\u0103ria mi-am \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit-o
\n\u00eentre cel-care-spune-da
\n\u0219i cel-care-spune-nu
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u00e2t am fost da
\nsau c\u00e2nd am devenit nu<\/p>\n

la sf\u00e2r\u0219it cuvintele mele
\nau r\u0103mas singure s-au golit
\nce nimic e mai u\u0219or dec\u00e2t durerea
\nfoamea de-o scriu cu majuscule
\nn-o v\u0103d s-a micit
\nla cin\u0103 m\u0103-a\u0219teapt\u0103<\/p>\n

un cuv\u00e2nt ne-mbl\u00e2nzit<\/p>\n

\"5D3_1184-1\"<\/a>
Foto: M\u0103d\u0103lin Broscaru<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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    Primele amintiri cu lansarea volumului de poezie, Distopia – c\u00e2teva exerci\u021bii de \u00eennebunit frumos, s-au a\u0219ezat \u00eentr-un col\u021b al sufletului ca prima z\u0103pad\u0103 sub\u021bire \u0219i firav\u0103 din acest an. Muzeul din T\u00fcbingen, o loca\u021bie veche, cu b\u00e2rne, cu pere\u021bi scrijeli\u021bi \u0219i acoperi\u021bi de amintiri din primul r\u0103zboi mondial mi-a primit versurile distopice \u0219i…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[85,86,91,90,81,87,88,83,82,80,84,89,92,93],"class_list":["post-245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole","tag-a-pleca","tag-a-te-regasi","tag-brahms","tag-chopin","tag-distopia","tag-dor-de-casa","tag-dor-de-munte","tag-imblanzire","tag-instrainare","tag-lansare","tag-limba","tag-muzica","tag-rachmaninov","tag-satie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=245"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":439,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions\/439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}