{"id":13216,"date":"2013-06-11T08:19:45","date_gmt":"2013-06-11T08:19:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=13216"},"modified":"2013-06-11T08:42:22","modified_gmt":"2013-06-11T08:42:22","slug":"cezarina-adamescu-cantecul-tainei","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/06\/11\/cezarina-adamescu-cantecul-tainei\/","title":{"rendered":"Cezarina Adamescu: C\u00e2ntecul tainei"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Ceea ce e de remarcat \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceput la acest poet, este saltul urie\u015fesc pe care l-a f\u0103cut de la volumul de debut, \u201eTablouri f\u0103r\u0103 semn\u0103tur\u0103\u201d,<\/em><\/strong> din 2010. \u00a0Cum era, de altfel, firesc. Acumul\u0103rile celor doi ani, chiar dac\u0103 autorul a mai scris sporadic prin reviste \u015fi site-uri, \u00ee\u015fi spun cuv\u00e2ntul. Aceea\u015fi a r\u0103mas \u00eens\u0103, filozofia. Aceea\u015fi \u2013 introspec\u0163ia psihologic\u0103, g\u00e2ndirea transpus\u0103 liric. Aceea\u015fi, maniera. Doar mijloacele de expresie s-au diversificat pentru a da substan\u0163\u0103 mesajului. Cred c\u0103 el \u00eensu\u015fi, contempl\u00e2ndu-\u015fi crea\u0163ia, nu se mai recunoa\u015fte pe deplin. O ad\u00e2ncire a sensurilor crea\u0163iei, o profunzime care a sedimentat actul artistic, ridic\u00e2ndu-l, totodat\u0103, pe noi piscuri. Drumul spre des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015fire este \u00een continu\u0103 ascenden\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E de mirare, \u00eens\u0103, de ce \u00een primul poem, Teo Cabel nu-\u015fi recunoa\u015fte poezia. \u201ePoezia mea str\u0103in\u0103 \u00eemi e. \/ Sare la mine din gura altuia, \/ Se altoie\u015fte \u00een aer \/ \u00cen fel de fel de chipuri, ne\u015ftiute.\u201d <\/em>Tonurile, c\u00e2nd \u00eenalte, c\u00e2nd foarte joase, se \u00eenf\u0103\u015foar\u0103 ca \u00eentr-un dans melopeic, \u00een pufoasa r\u0103coare a inimii, amplific\u00e2nd sentimentele: \u201eStrig\u0103 \u015fi se spargte-n ecouri: \/ Ca un foc de artificii unele, altele pe\u015fteri, \/Printre stalagmite \/ Strig eu, eu, eu…se aude \/ Din ad\u00e2ncuri \/ Noi, noi, noi…\/\/ Str\u0103in\u0103 mi-e poezia mea\u201d (Str\u0103in\u0103).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Trecerea de la \u201eeu\u201d la \u201enoi\u201d reprezint\u0103 o etap\u0103 important\u0103. Autorul nu se mai mul\u0163ume\u015fte cu acel monolog \u00een surdin\u0103, menit s\u0103-i ast\u00e2mpere orgoliul liric, ci trimite semnale, reverberate-n ecouri, spre ceilal\u0163i, \u201enoi, noi, noi\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u015ei feed-back-ul nu \u00eent\u00e2rzie s\u0103 apar\u0103. Poetul are deja \u201erevela\u0163ia orizontului\u201d.<\/em> Dincolo de care, poezia lui se face fluture \u00een c\u0103utarea paji\u015ftilor unde explodeaz\u0103 culoarea \u015fi parfumul.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Trepte, pa\u015fi descul\u0163i \u015fi p\u0103s\u0103ri de foc. Elemente constructive. \u015ei pere\u0163i de oglinzi hulpave care tind s\u0103 \u00eenghit\u0103 imaginile. Aceste elemente repetitive: trepte, trepte, trepte, h\u0103u, h\u0103u h\u0103u, foc, foc, foc, aripi, aripi, aripi ne duc cu g\u00e2ndul la jocul din copil\u0103rie, \u201eFoc, foc, ap\u0103, ap\u0103\u201d. Suntem aproape, sau departe de adev\u0103r? C\u00e2t de aproape \u015fi c\u00e2t de departe?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Aproape departe se \u00eentrez\u0103re\u015fte crucea. \u015ei nu altundeva, dec\u00e2t \u00eentr-o r\u0103scruce, care te sile\u015fte s\u0103 alegi un drum.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oricare ar fi drumul, el este compus din trepte, din h\u0103uri, din foc \u015fi din ap\u0103. \u015ei din nou, alt\u0103 cruce. Pare s\u0103 aib\u0103 un sens, o cheie, un rost, un temei.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Teo Cabel ne \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 cale de \u00eentoarcere. Nu po\u0163i privi \u00eenapoi precum Lot la stana de sare. \u00cen caz contrar, \u201eTe vei r\u0103stigni la intersec\u0163ia zilelor\u201d \u2013<\/em> adaug\u0103 el implacabil.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nici sentimental, nici liric, nici nostalgic, Teo Cabel este un poet lucid, destul de transparent, care-\u015fi construie\u015fte discursul din mici fragmente de vitraliu, lipite dibaci, astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 lumineze aproape feeric.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Se pare c\u0103 nu e deplin con\u015ftient de impactul pe care-l are asupra cititorului, acesta p\u0103r\u00e2ndu-i-se firesc, normal, necesar, aproape obligatoriu. Uneori g\u0103se\u015fte sintagme uluitoare, alteori, face din cuvintele cele mai antipoetice, mici rezerva\u0163ii de emo\u0163ie. Problema lui nu este ca aceste cuvinte s\u0103 sune frumos, muzical, s\u0103 creeze eufonii f\u0103r\u0103 cusur, ci mai degrab\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi desf\u0103\u015foare ideile \u00een mod frust, ne\u015fov\u0103ielnic, f\u0103r\u0103 consecin\u0163e, dintr-o dorin\u0163\u0103 legitim\u0103 de a se elibera \u015fi de a se \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015fa precum este. \u00a0Versul lui nu e prelucrat \u00een retorte speciale.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu toate acestea, poemele sunt proaspete, stenice, degaj\u00e2nd oarecare c\u0103ldur\u0103 sau poate impresia unei c\u0103lduri l\u0103untrice, a uneia care nu arde pielea, nici sufletul. Te atinge u\u015for, precum m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea mamei, suav\u0103 ca a \u00eengerului guardian, care nu te scap\u0103 din ochi niciodat\u0103. \u00ce\u0163i st\u0103 \u00een preajm\u0103 \u015fi-\u0163i \u015fopte\u015fte.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dincolo de t\u0103cerea rug\u0103ciunii, se simte suprema\u0163ia divin\u0103: \u201eU\u015fi. Nu a\u015ftepta s\u0103 \u0163i le deschid\u0103 nimeni. \/ Dac\u0103 \u0163i le deschide cineva, \/ \u00centotdeauna primul este Dumnezeu \/ Nu te umile\u015fte cu prezen\u0163a Lui, \/\u00ce\u0163i trimite un prieten.\u201d (T\u0103cerile).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>\u201eLumina Cuvintelor\u201d<\/em> \u2013 nu e dec\u00e2t \u201eUn stol de galaxii f\u00e2lf\u00e2indu-\u015fi aripile\u201d. (T\u0103cerile)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Prezente permanent din dorin\u0163a de autocunoa\u015ftere \u2013 oglinzile, fie retrovizoare, fie cele cu, sau f\u0103r\u0103 memorie, reflect\u00e2ndu-\u0163i fidel chipul sufletesc. Oglinda pe care po\u0163i desena un drum, o c\u0103rare c\u0103tre cel\u0103lalt.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201ePotopul singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii\u201d \u2013<\/em><\/strong> este un poem tulbur\u0103tor, \u00eenc\u0103rcat de substan\u0163\u0103, de sensuri v\u0103dite sau ascunse. Se remarc\u0103 \u015fi aici, tema f\u0103cliei, a luminii izvor\u00e2te din ad\u00e2ncul de sine: \u201e\u00cen via\u0163a poetului \/ Nu vine niciun porumbel, \/Nici o ramur\u0103 de m\u0103slin. \/ Doar o f\u0103clie \/ P\u00e2lp\u00e2ie \/ Doamne, ce ploaie!\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Motivul Soarelui personificat este evident \u00een poemul \u201ePicior de plai\u201d<\/em><\/strong>: \u201eSoarele \u00ee\u015fi salt\u0103 un ochi (\u015fi se pierde) \/ \u00cen porumbul de la marginea satului.\/ (…) Soarele se ridic\u0103 indiscret \u00eentr-un cot, \/ (…) \/ \u00cen c\u00e2mp soarele m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie boabele de struguri \/ Se coc \u00een ele nun\u0163ile satului. Se v\u0103d \/ Cum se duc cei care au venit \/ F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie \u00eentreba\u0163i, \/ \u015ei anivers\u0103rile \u015fi sfe\u015ftaniile…\u201d (Picior de plai).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>De asemenea, un motiv frecvent este \u201epoarta orizontului\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Poemul \u201eR\u0103s\u0103ritul\u201d<\/em><\/strong> este un pastel modern cu multe figuri de stil: \u201eCioburi de \u00eentuneric sar \/ Din v\u00e2rful muntelui. \/ A urcat cerbul \/ Cu potcoave de lumin\u0103, \/ Coarnele r\u0103muroase au sf\u00e2\u015fiat noaptea, \/ Desantul zorilor…\/ St\u00e2nca, \u00een cerbicia ei milenar\u0103, \/Fream\u0103tul copitelor toac\u0103, \/ Peste r\u00e2pele cu afini, \/ Slujbe \u00een schitul toamnelor \/ Pe altarul florii de col\u0163. \/\/ Se bate utrenia c\u0103r\u0103rilor ne\u00eencepute. \/ O mantie…de general \/ Zorii \u00eembrac\u0103 versan\u0163ii, \/ Stampe epocale. Ca dintr-o magie, \/ Verde, p\u0103durea. \/ Soarele \/ Se spal\u0103 pe ochi. \/\/ Cerbul \u00ee\u015fi m\u00e2n\u0103 ciutele \/ Din ochi mari ca t\u0103ul rece.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em>Poezia soarelui \u015fi a zorilor \u015fi-a pus amprenta pe crea\u0163ia lui Teo Cabel. \u015ei zorii sunt personifica\u0163i \u00een fel \u015fi chip. \u201eZorii p\u0103\u015feau tiptil printre picioarele tale\u201d<\/em>; \u00een timp ce \u201eZiua…trecut\u0103<\/em>\u201d este \u201eDiform\u0103 \u015fi l\u0103l\u00e2ie\u201d<\/em> (Reg\u0103sire).<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Ne afl\u0103m, de asemenea, \u00een universul domestic al scriitorului, cu tabieturi \u015fi hobby-uri legate de familie: cafelu\u0163a de diminea\u0163\u0103, \u015ftirile de la televizor, capotul vaporos al nevestei, cu s\u00e2nii ca ni\u015fte padele miraculoase \u015fi alte mici delicii conjugale, care-l \u00eenrobesc pe orice b\u0103rbat. Cu toate aceste conforturi diurne \u015fi nocturne, poetul simte cum: \u201eA trecut pe la fereastr\u0103 un \/ Sentiment de ghea\u0163\u0103\u201d; \u201eSim\u0163eam cum se surp\u0103 \u00een mine \/ Toate\u201d; \u201eSim\u0163eam neputin\u0163a ca un la\u0163<\/em>\u201d; \u015f.a.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tot fr\u00e2nturi din universul domestic se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \u015fi \u00een poeziile: \u201eNunta\u201d; \u201eTunelul nop\u0163ii\u201d; \u201eCoroana zilelor<\/em><\/strong>\u201d care \u00eei este dedicat\u0103 so\u0163iei.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201eSoarele a\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 trag perdeaua, \/ S\u0103 m\u0103ture cioburile sparte ale viselor. \/ Cum le atinge, se topesc ca zah\u0103rul \/ \u00cen cafeaua pe care \/ Mi-o \u00eentinzi tu, iubire. \/ Z\u00eembetul t\u0103u m\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103 cu foc \u015fi zgomotos \/ \u00cenaintea buzelor tale\u201d (Tunelul nop\u0163ii).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un portret admirabil \u00eei face poetul mamei, mai precis, simbolizeaz\u0103 \u201eprezen\u0163a de a fi a mamei\u201d: \u201eC\u00e2nd \u0163i se amputeaz\u0103 m\u00e2na sau piciorul, \/ \u00cenc\u0103 le mai sim\u0163i cum te dor. \/ Mama este apa pe care o bei, \/ Lumina care te p\u0103trunde \u015fi ochii care \/ Citesc chiar locul unde se \u00eenf\u0103ptuie\u015fte \/ P\u0103catul t\u0103u: \/Uitarea, Nep\u0103sarea. \/ Mama este inima care \u00ee\u0163i bate \u00een piept, \/ Fereastra prin care prive\u015fti, \/ Nu geamul casant \/ R\u0103d\u0103cina pe care nu ai voie s-o tai, \/Altfel, e\u015fti un ciulin b\u0103tut de v\u00e2nt \u00een ar\u015fi\u0163a vie\u0163ii.\u201d (Mama).<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Sentimentul iubirii este mai pregnant, mai viu \u00een acest volum dec\u00e2t \u00een cartea de debut.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Toate acestea sunt mici istorii, fiecare poem afl\u00e2ndu-se la \u00eencreng\u0103tura visului cu nevisul. O stare de oniro-luciditate, ori, inser\u0163ii de vis \u00een trezie. P\u0103\u015fe\u015fti printre ele ca s\u0103 nu sperii n\u0103lucile g\u00e2ndurilor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Din poemele-istorisiri, totdeauna se degaj\u0103 \u201eceva nedefinit\u201d,<\/em> pl\u0103p\u00e2nd precum firi\u015forul de ap\u0103 g\u0103sit cu nuielu\u015fa de-alun, ceva care, pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce cre\u015fte, se limpeze\u015fte, devine r\u00e2u \u015fi fluviu, \u00een rev\u0103rsarea lui nest\u0103vilit\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ca un adev\u0103rat \u201eComandant al anotimpurilor\u201d,<\/em> poetul are un scop declarat: \u201eS\u0103 descoperi continentul din suflet \/ \u015ei s\u0103 ajungi \u00een oceanul nemuririi\u201d.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/strong>Pentru ca, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la \u00een\u0163elegerea rostului s\u0103u \u00eemplinit prin crea\u0163ie: \u201eAm pus icoana vie\u0163ii \u00een cuvinte\u201d (Sensuri ag\u0103\u0163ate) \u2013<\/strong> <\/em>ceea ce reprezint\u0103, cu adev\u0103rat, o izb\u00e2nd\u0103 jertfelnic\u0103. E ca \u015fi c\u00e2nd ai aduce flori de lumin\u0103, flori de dor, la piciorul altarului.<\/p>\n

CEZARINA ADAMESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vinerea Mare, 2013<\/p>\n

(TEO CABEL, MERG MAI DEPARTE, Editura Editgrapf, 2012)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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