{"id":11294,"date":"2013-03-14T20:21:02","date_gmt":"2013-03-14T20:21:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=11294"},"modified":"2013-03-14T20:22:40","modified_gmt":"2013-03-14T20:22:40","slug":"angela-nache-mamier-sonetele-lui-adrian-munteanu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/03\/14\/angela-nache-mamier-sonetele-lui-adrian-munteanu\/","title":{"rendered":"Angela Nache-Mamier: “Sonetele lui Adrian Munteanu”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Adrian Munteanu\u00a0: Ferestre \u00een cetate (Sonete 4)\u00a0 \u2013 <\/strong>Fluxurile hieratice ale poeziei <\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu volumul\u201d Ferestre \u00een cetate \u201c ( Sonete 4),\u00a0 Adrian Munteanu\u00a0 abordeaz\u0103 tematica ora\u015fului,\u00a0 prezent\u0103 masiv \u00een literatur\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Leon-Paul Fargue, Verhaeren, Baudelaire, Italo Calvino, Dos Passos, Blaise Cendrars \u015fi mul\u0163i al\u0163ii\u00a0 au iubit ori au ur\u00e2t ora\u015ful, sursa major\u0103 de inspira\u0163ie, timp-spa\u0163iu \u00een care se petrece\u00a0\u201cac\u0163iunea\u201d\u00a0, unde sentimentele trec de la un registru la altul , de la r\u00e2s la pl\u00e2ns, adev\u0103rat voiaj intim, suprapus peste un voiaj ini\u0163iatic literar, istoric \u015fi geografic\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0Vom sta mereu pe b\u0103nci \u00een toamna bl\u00e2nd\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu truda-n s\u00e2nge, dep\u0103n\u00e2nd pove\u015fti.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe T\u00e2mpa duhuri se a\u015ftern la p\u00e2nd\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 duc\u0103-n taina cerurilor ve\u015fti.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce simplu spun\u00a0:mi-e\u015fti drag\u00a0! Ne-am pus os\u00e2nd\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 travers\u0103m vecia \u00een cale\u015fti \u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Bra\u015fov 1)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bra\u015fovul este v\u0103zut ca o matrice a vie\u0163ii sociale, dar \u015fi a expresiei artistice. Fiecare tentativ\u0103 poetic\u0103 devine \u201cinscrip\u0163ie\u201c trecut\u0103 prin filtrul experien\u0163ei tr\u0103ite \u201cindividual \u015fi colectiv\u00a0\u201c.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Con\u015ftiin\u0163a timpului devine coloana vertebral\u0103 a c\u0103r\u0163ii , pretextul unei aventuri artistice ie\u015fit\u0103 din comun\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c Coresi-a pus comori la \u00eenceputul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiin\u0163ei noastre, lacrima dint\u00e2i,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei ce-am voit a alungat nevrutul<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103p\u00e2nd f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni cu care-n veci r\u0103m\u00e2i.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Solemn l\u0103ca\u015f \u00eemi este tot avutul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei am de-a pururi slova c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(\u00a8Prima \u015fcoala rom\u00e2neasc\u0103)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dragostea pentru ora\u015ful natal este sacralizat\u0103, autorul dedic\u0103 Bra\u015fovului o carte-biblie, unde, peste filele de piatr\u0103, modific\u0103 reprezent\u0103rile pe care le avem despre aceast\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103 Arc\u0103 a lui Noe\u00a0 \u00een care r\u0103sp\u00e2nde\u015fte cuvinte pline de sens, de adev\u0103rat profet-adorator\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c P\u0103\u015fesc t\u0103cut. Priviri de sfin\u0163i, decise,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi par c\u0103 sfarm\u0103 vremea cu obid\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi fac\u0103 loc, din neguri de absid\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen strana-n care-un serafin trudise\u00a0\u201c <\/strong><\/p>\n

( Biserica Sf\u00e2ntul Nicolae) <\/strong><\/p>\n

Scene \u015fi fragmente de via\u0163\u0103 defileaz\u0103, se anim\u0103 sub privirea \u015fi sim\u0163irea poetului, copil al ora\u015fului secular, pierdut de admira\u0163ie \u015fi sfiiciune \u00een labirinturile str\u0103zilor enigmatice\u00a0din ora\u015ful vechi: strada Republicii, strada Bisericii, strada Sforii, \u015echei, Castelului etc :<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e\u00a0Din Poarta \u015echei spre Cerbului despic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poteca str\u00e2mt\u0103 taine printre case<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei treci absent, pierz\u00e2ndu-te-n angoase,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lipind mortarul umed de tunic\u0103\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei dintr-un col\u0163 neluminat de via\u0163\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u015ftep\u0163i s\u0103 bat\u0103 clopot de-nvieri\u00a0\u201c <\/strong><\/p>\n

(Strada Sforii)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Specificitatea Bra\u015fovului este indiscutabil\u0103 \u015fi autorul se re\u00eencarneaz\u0103 \u00een personalit\u0103\u0163ile care \u00eel \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 peste tot \u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cCu Anton Pann m-am a\u015fezat \u00een stran\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 buchisesc Psaltirea pe-ndelete <\/strong><\/p>\n

(Prima \u015fcoal\u0103 rom\u00e2neasc\u0103)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0Un gang \u015fi curtea.Trepte \u00een spiral\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Andrei \u015fi Iacob ne privesc din rame.\u201c<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Casa Mure\u015fenilor)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Metamorfozele lumii urbane constituie un pretext pentru a face o distinc\u0163ie net\u0103 \u00eentre ora\u015ful vechi(sacralizat) \u015fi ora\u015ful nou (diabolizat)\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0Cum ai trecut de pod, e altul chinul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

De-at\u00e2tea blocuri umbra-mi e ostil\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei doar \u015foseaua se \u00eentinde-abil\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 prind\u0103-n funii de asfalt seninul.\u201c <\/strong><\/p>\n

Farmecul dispare, un ton de spleen dezabuzat tr\u0103deaz\u0103 o exasperare \u00een fa\u0163a acestei Sodome \u015fi Gomore\u00a0moderne:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e\u00a0\u015ei alte ziduri a\u0163ipesc \u00een sil\u0103\u00a0,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din cur\u0163i anoste, \u00eeng\u00e2n\u00e2nd suspinul<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe care-l scoate plicisit vecinul\u00a0.<\/strong><\/p>\n

R\u0103zbate-un \u0163ip\u0103t moale \u00een argil\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nimic \u015focant. Cuvintele obscene,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Be\u0163iile dintre pere\u0163i la fel,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fr\u00e2nghiile-n\u0163esate de izmene,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Priviri placide, pa\u015fii f\u0103r\u0103 \u0163el,<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103durea ruginit\u0103 de antene,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vis\u0103rile fardate cu rimel. \u201c<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Cartierul Tractorul)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acest volum devine un pariu solemn \u015fi sentimental al autorului. Poemele traseaz\u0103 linii de for\u0163\u0103 pasionante. Cu c\u00e2t itinerariul se l\u0103rge\u015fte, cu at\u00e2t poetul intuie\u015fte mai ad\u00e2nc tr\u0103irile spa\u0163iului \u00eenconjur\u0103tor, este dominat de vibra\u0163iile lui, iar ora\u015ful devine din ce \u00een ce mai pu\u0163in concret, ca un abur, dar \u015fi ca o ran\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 vindecare.\u00a0 Imposibil de \u00eentrev\u0103zut unde \u00eencepe \u015fi unde se opre\u015fte acest ora\u015f cu\u00a0\u201co mie \u015fi una\u201d\u00a0de priveli\u015fti , monumente, ferestre \u00eenchise ori deschise\u00a0\u201c\u00een cetate\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timpul trecut este timpul vie\u0163ii, al aventurii colective, Bra\u015fovul av\u00e2nd un destin de regulator social \u015fi cultural de excep\u0163ie. Autorul d\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 acestui peisaj \u2013cetate de o mare puritate \u015fi elegan\u0163\u0103\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cVeghez t\u0103cerea pietrei .\u00cenainte<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi st\u0103 poteca, arborii \u015fi cerul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu-mi e r\u0103suflul ascu\u0163it ca fierul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar urc ades cu ner\u0103bd\u0103ri \u00een minte.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iar zidul zvelt \u00ee\u015fi va chema drume\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce vor aprinde-n turnuri focul viu.\u00a0\u201c<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Turnul Alb)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bra\u015fovul este s\u0103la\u015ful umanismului, loc de deschidere, de amestecuri culturale, ceea ce alimenteaz\u0103 fantasmele \u015fi utopiile acestui volum\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c S\u0103 fie tr\u00e2mbi\u0163i cele ce \u00ee\u015fi poart\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ritmul solemn \u00een viguroase ziduri\u00a0?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Viori m\u0103iestre fermec\u00e2nd cu liduri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cetatea-n care mi-am croit o soart\u0103\u00a0?<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Bastionul \u0162es\u0103torilor)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mesajul c\u0103r\u0163ii este purtat de g\u00e2ndirea meditativ\u0103 \u015fi melancolic\u0103 a autorului. El traverseaz\u0103 ora\u015ful \u015fi \u00eel \u00eembog\u0103\u0163e\u015fte cu visele sale, derulate cu\u00a0 ochii deschi\u015fi. Ora\u015ful este f\u0103cut\u00a0 \u015fi re-f\u0103cut din dorin\u0163ele, spaimele, \u00eenvierile succesive ale Poetului , care brodeaz\u0103 cu firul ro\u015fu al memoriei sale citadine \u015fi sentimentale ,secreta cetate\u00a0. Fiecare imagine cheam\u0103 altele , \u00eembl\u00e2nze\u015fte casele\u00a0 pe care le prive\u015fte cu pio\u015fenie, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi aminteasc\u0103 ceea ce exista \u00eenainte \u00eentre pere\u0163ii sp\u0103la\u0163i de ploi \u015fi z\u0103pezi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetul ne demonstreaz\u0103 c\u0103 privirea lipsit\u0103 de emo\u0163ie se a\u015feaz\u0103 superficial peste geometria din preajm\u0103. El ne for\u0163eaz\u0103 privirile \u015fi sim\u0163irile, pentru a le aduce la orizontul s\u0103u de vedere, din punctul \u00eenalt de observa\u0163ie de unde scruteaz\u0103 \u00eemprejurimile:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cPe culmi a\u015fteapt\u0103 scrut\u0103tori trompe\u0163ii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 dea de veste, \u00eentr-un ceas t\u00e2rziu,<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103 peste cetini vor zbura ere\u0163ii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 \u0163in\u0103-n pliscuri cugetul pustiu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar zidul zvelt \u00ee\u015fi va chema drume\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce vor aprinde-n turnuri focul viu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Turnul Alb)<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen hazardul concret al acestei cet\u0103\u0163i respectabile, ora\u015ful e viu. Autorul surprinde energia unei geografii \u015fi istorii debordante, str\u00eenge laolalt\u0103 r\u0103ni secrete, fracturi, caligrafii, emo\u0163ii, sentimente, tensiuni. E felul s\u0103u aproape mistic de a ne da cheia accesului la cifrul c\u0103r\u0163ii , la vocea\u00a0\u201crealit\u0103\u0163ii\u00a0\u201c sale poetice.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0De sus ora\u015ful furnica inspir\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ritmul meu, cel amu\u0163it pe creast\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei bolta lumii se \u00eentinde, vast\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub glas de \u00eengeri , seconda\u0163i de lir\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Deliciul se \u00eentinde la picioare<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 n-ai putea s\u0103 dai<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un rost \u00eentreg pe-o pan\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acestui grav \u015fi somptuos alai<\/strong><\/p>\n

De ziduri suple, jinduind spre soare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dec\u00e2t s\u0103-l vezi \u015fi dinolo, \u00een rai.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Bra\u015fov 2) <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen aceast\u0103 a patra carte de sonete, Adrian Munteanu devine un poet al cet\u0103\u0163ii care reprive\u015fte imaginile citadine\u00a0 prin prisma umbrelor l\u0103sate de acestea \u00een cuget, marc\u00e2ndu-i devenirea. El ascult\u0103 semnele profunde ale str\u0103zilor, fa\u0163adelor, monumentelor. Ele \u00eei \u201cdicteaz\u0103\u00a0\u201c\u00a0poeme \u2013pulsuri\u00a0 evocatoare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prezen\u0163a sensibil\u0103 a poetului \u00een fa\u0163a acestor comori inepuizabile se concentreaz\u0103 \u00eentr-o respira\u0163ie de fulg, coperta c\u0103r\u0163ii f\u0103c\u00e2nd aluzie la starea de gra\u0163ie a poeziei care se acord\u0103 cu ritmul cuvintelor abia \u015foptite, dar \u015fi la \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntata plutire \u00eentr-un spa\u0163iu \u00eenchis \u015fi incert.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Interoga\u0163iile poetice se confund\u0103 cu via\u0163a poetului, care devine o porta \u2013voce a vie\u0163uitorilor cet\u0103\u0163ii :<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0Bem vin din c\u0103ni de lut\u00a0;<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne-mbr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103m c\u00e2nd ne alung\u0103 veacul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2nce\u015fte-n noi copilul nen\u0103scut.\u00a0\u201c <\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetul se dezv\u0103luie, \u00ee\u015fi deschide sufletul cu reticen\u0163\u0103. Biografia sa p\u0103trunde cu flashuri cristalizate \u00eenr-un cotidian la care cetatea nu e deloc str\u0103in\u0103, ci e chemat\u0103 ca martor\u0103, suveran\u0103 \u015fi complice, ca \u00een povestea cavalerului sau Poetului-June din Bra\u015fov, aflat \u00eentr-o perpetu\u0103 cavalcad\u0103\u00a0, \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat \u00eentr-o mantie melancolic\u0103, \u201c a tristei figuri\u00a0\u201c:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0O m\u00e2na de vertebre mai r\u0103mase.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei Viorica,soa\u0163a mea, apoi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cel simte cum \u00een racl\u0103-\u015fi aplecase<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dureri mai vechi, s\u0103 doarm\u0103 am\u00e2ndoi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au vrut aevea semn profund s\u0103 lase<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103-n preajma stau \u015fi vor veghea cu noi.\u00a0\u201c<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Cimitirul din Noua 2)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bra\u015fovul este un loc poetic, dar nu un simplu decor, ci cadrul unei c\u0103utari\u00a0 existen\u0163iale intense.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ora\u015ful tr\u0103ie\u015fte \u00een omul devenit cutie de rezonan\u0163\u0103 liric\u0103, de unde acest dialog cu imaginile-amintiri, dialog cu el \u00eensu\u015fi, \u00eentre veghe \u015fi umbr\u0103, \u00eentre sensibililitate \u015fi imagina\u0163ie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centre poet \u015fi ora\u015f se instaleaz\u0103 o intimitate febril\u0103, autorul devine martor al efemerului acestor pietre \u015fi al fiin\u0163elor care l-au populat\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cMu\u015fc\u00e2nd din carnea poftelor avid<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ascund \u00een taina stranelor obida<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei simt cum vremea a mai pus un rid.<\/strong><\/p>\n

(D\u00e2rste)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autorul d\u0103 o valoare de iluminare atemporal\u0103 unor repere topografice c\u00e2t se poate de precise.<\/strong><\/p>\n

El continu\u0103 s\u0103 cultive cu m\u0103iestrie arta sonetului, dar tonul nu este vetust,\u00a0 c\u0103ci\u00a0 versurile au o sinceritate \u015fi o combustie intern\u0103 incandescente.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ciclul Junilor\u00a0este insolit, mitologic\u00a0:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c\u00a0Desc\u0103tu\u015fare din ad\u00e2nc de glasuri,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iar trupul vine-n iure\u015f spre p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei face-n \u0163olul sprijinit popasuri,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi ia din nou spre cer av\u00e2nt.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Uimit presimt, dup\u0103 alerte ceasuri,<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103 va ie\u015fi din alb cear\u015faf un sf\u00e2nt\u00a0\u00bb<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Junii 2 \u2013Aruncarea \u00een \u0163ol)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adrian Munteanu este un trec\u0103tor atipic, descoperind sub unghiuri insolite farmecul str\u0103zilor, monumentelor, caselor \u015fi oamenilor. Totul i se pare supus unei metamorfoze f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poezie a unor sentimente rafinate , autentice, g\u0103zduite \u00een toate fibrele \u015fi febrele\u00a0 incertitudinilor ascunse \u00een meandrele memoriei sentimentale ale unui poet din cetate, Adrian Munteanu este un pieton neobi\u015fnuit, suprinz\u0103tor, care, \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00een imagini-suvenir, \u00ee\u015fi vorbe\u015fte \u015fi ne vorbe\u015fte dintre \u201c\u00a0ilumin\u0103ri\u00a0\u201c r\u0103scolitoare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Angela Nache MAMIER <\/strong><\/p>\n

(LUCEAF\u0102RUL ROMANESC- revist\u0103 on-line de literatur\u0103 \u0219i cultur\u0103 , nr.9\/ 2011)<\/em><\/p>\n

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