{"id":15921,"date":"2013-10-24T09:35:25","date_gmt":"2013-10-24T09:35:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=15921"},"modified":"2013-10-24T09:39:59","modified_gmt":"2013-10-24T09:39:59","slug":"alin-cucuruzan-intre-boema-si-un-nou-mit-si-eres-internetul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/10\/24\/alin-cucuruzan-intre-boema-si-un-nou-mit-si-eres-internetul\/","title":{"rendered":",,Alin Cucuruzan, \u00eentre boem\u0103 \u0219i un nou mit \u0219i eres – internetul”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Precum se \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 rimele \u201einterioare\u201d ale unui poem, se structureaz\u0103, se asambleaz\u0103 \u015fi se interfer\u0103 la lectur\u0103 versurile numite ironic-simbolic \u201eeftine \u015fi bune\u201d ale lui OVIDIU VASILE \u015fi ALIN CUCURUZAN. \u015ei \u00een cazul acestuia din urm\u0103, \u00eent\u00e2lnirea lecturilor-melanj \u2013 \u201ebiblioteca Net\u201d, e cu \u00eenr\u00e2uriri mai ales din poezia religioas\u0103, tradi\u0163ional\u0103 a lui Vasile Voiculescu, Radu Gyr, \u00eens\u0103 \u015fi optzeci\u015ftii \u015fi milenari\u015ftii de ast\u0103zi. \u00cendemnul la veghere, din \u201eTreze\u015fte-te, Gheorghe, treze\u015fte-te, Ioane\u201d p\u0103trunde \u015fi \u00een poezia-rug\u0103ciune a lui Alin Cucuruzan \u2013 \u201eGlasul t\u0103u, Ioane\u201d:<\/p>\n

\u201eCite\u015fte, Ioane, din Pravila Sf\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/em><\/strong>
\n O rug\u0103 spre Tat\u0103l, cu to\u0163i s\u0103-n\u0103l\u0163\u0103m<\/em><\/strong>
\n Ascult\u0103-ne, Doamne, genunchii-i plec\u0103m<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015ei pav\u0103z\u0103 \u0163inem o cruce la grind\u0103.<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/em><\/strong>
\n Auzi-ne, Ioane, clopotul cum c\u00e2nt\u0103!<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015ei nu ne-aude ruga Maica Sf\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/em><\/strong>
\n Ne-am \u00eempietrit \u00een spaime \u015fi eresuri<\/em><\/strong>
\n Ne-am dep\u0103rtat de drumul drept \u015fi sf\u00e2nt<\/em><\/strong>
\n Ni-i rug\u0103ciunea simpl\u0103 vorb\u0103-n v\u00e2nt!\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Ceea ce repro\u015feaz\u0103 poetul timpurilor actuale, \u201epostmoderne\u201d, e \u201eimperfec\u0163iunea\u201d spiritului, sc\u0103derea \u201ecredin\u0163ei\u201d \u015fi \u201ela\u015fitatea\u201d (\u201efiindc\u0103 nu exist\u0103 nemurire mai ieftin\u0103 de 30 de argin\u0163i\u201d!), astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t el se simte \u201edestr\u0103mat, pierdut, \u00eengenuncheat\u201d de un imperiu al R\u0103ului. O iubire statornic\u0103, ce ar trebui \u201es\u0103 moar\u0103 ultima\u201d e cea fa\u0163\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2ntul natal, \u015fi \u201ecinstirea Patriei\u201d \u2013 \u201ecre\u015fterea limbii rom\u00e2ne\u015fti\u201d \u2013 cum \u00eendemnau V\u0103c\u0103re\u015ftii, sentimente sacre, pe care le simte \u201e\u015ftirbite\u201d de vremuri. Creatorul de poezie-rug\u0103 intuie\u015fte (vizualizeaz\u0103) \u00eenl\u0103untrul limbajului \u2013 \u201eSunete bizare\u201d, \u201eversuri care dor\u201d, \u201erime reci\u201d, iar \u201eritmul \u2013 c\u0103utat, obsedant alt\u0103dat\u0103 \u2013 e, acum, \u00een van!\u201d Acestea reprezint\u0103 maladii nu numai ale poemului, ci ale sufletului omenesc, \u00eempins s\u0103 priveasc\u0103, s\u0103 contemple Lumea prin\u2026 \u201eogive nucleare\u201d, sub \u201eun impuls \u015fi imbold \u2013 darwiniste\u201d: \u201eParticule de cer ne curg prin s\u00e2nge. \/ \u015ei avem zborul scris \u00een ADN \/ P\u0103m\u00e2ntu-ntreg ne doare \u015fi ne str\u00e2nge (\u2026) \/ Tr\u0103im aici, al\u0103turi, noi \u015fi voi, \/ Dar mama noastr\u0103 nu este Pangeea \/ La noi nu-i scris\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103, Odiseea\u201d (Din Str\u0103ini printre voi). Melancolic, sufletul poetului devine ritualic \u015fi elegiac, precum la cei din vechime: \u201eDe voi sf\u00e2r\u015fi cu roua dimine\u0163ii \u00een privire \/ S\u0103 m\u0103 l\u0103sa\u0163i cu v\u00e2ntul \u015fi cu c\u00e2ntul \/ S\u0103-mi pune\u0163i un pahar de ap\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 cre\u015ftet \/ S\u0103-mi r\u0103coreasc\u0103 buzele \u015fi g\u00e2ndul\u201d (Rug\u0103).
\nCercet\u00e2nd fondul nostru \u201enelatin\u201d, poetul ALIN CUCURUZAN invoc\u0103 acea divinitate (universal\u0103!), chemat\u0103 \u201ea Lumii Mireas\u0103\u201d \u015fi pe t\u00e2n\u0103rul ei \u201ep\u0103stor\u201d, numit \u201eChristul vr\u00e2ncean\u201d, suger\u00e2nd c\u0103 amenin\u0163area r\u0103m\u00e2ne (tot) aceea din vechime: a deveni \u201emut\u201d \u2013 \u201ea amu\u0163i, ca o leb\u0103d\u0103!\u201d: \u201eCu slova slujitu-mi-am \u0162ara \/ Nu am argumente \u00een plus.\/ Nici Christul vr\u00e2ncean, nici Mioara \/ Nu-\u0163i zic, de\u015fi-s multe de spus!\u201d (C\u00e2nd a plecat la cer Poetul). E cu totul notabil\u0103 tenta\u0163ia de a re\u00eentoarce poezia spre valorile ei str\u0103-vechi: fluxul, ritmul, rima, euphoria (\u201em\u0103surile\u201d ei \u2013 muzica); \u015fi trebuie amintit\u0103 obsesia fa\u0163\u0103 de instrumentele \u201eantice\u201d: harfa, lira, naiul \u015f.a. El realizeaz\u0103 cuv\u00e2ntul, \u00een vremi necanonice, ajunse mecanice, printre \u201ecristale de ghea\u0163\u0103\u201d \u015fi \u201ebizare minuni\u201d, semin\u0163e \u201ede foc\u201d, \u00een care \u201ejocul e joc\u201d, dar \u201evia\u0163a e moarte!\u2026\u201d E un sentiment tragic, indus \u201emateriei\u201d pe care o pl\u0103m\u0103de\u015fte, o sculpteaz\u0103 poetul \u2013 \u201ecuvintele\u201d:<\/p>\n

\u201eCuvintele, de ve\u0163i dori s\u0103 le-auzi\u0163i,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Sp\u0103la\u0163i-v\u0103 timpanele de zoaie,<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015ei asculta\u0163i atent a versului \u015fuvoaie,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Lumina-nc\u0103tu\u015fat\u0103-n verb n-o perverti\u0163i!\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 \u015fi \u00een versurile \u201eeftine \u015fi bune\u201d ale lui ALIN CUCURUZAN o ambiguitate \u201efertil\u0103\u201d: e, oare, o \u201eunealt\u0103\u201d fast\u0103 computerul?\u2026 A\u015fa cum era pana, alteori stiletul \u015fi dalta, la scribii \u015fi cioplitorii de ieroglife ai Egiptului?\u2026 Sau, la profe\u0163ii biblici?\u2026 Nu pierde poezia ceva din aeru-i sacerdotal, atunci c\u00e2nd e scris\u0103 \u00een \u201eg\u0103ri pentru unu\u201d (aminti\u0163i-v\u0103 de filmul lui Nikita Mihalkov), \u00een avion sau \u00eentr-o hal\u0103 de fabric\u0103, pe un laptop?\u2026 Cu o subtilitate apreciabil\u0103, el introduce \u00een poemele sale nuan\u0163ele de \u201egri\u201d, rafinamentul (\u00eens\u0103), \u015fi monotonia lor, specifice ecranului (\u015fi universului) calculatorului, atunci c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencheie versetele, \u00een zori: \u201e\u2026pe ochii pustii, ce privesc \u00eenapoi,\/ Un gri-cenu\u015fiu se revars\u0103 din umbr\u0103.\/ \u015ei gri-cenu\u015fiu se revars\u0103 din noi!\u201d Sau: \u201eC\u00e2nd Luna veste\u015fte al zilei crepuscul\/ Din ceruri se-ntinde-al luminii \u015fuvoi\/ \u015ei-n gri-cenu\u015fiu se transform\u0103 firescul\u2026\u201d Sau, iat\u0103, lumina \u201evirtual\u0103\u201d, v\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een sensuri \u201eobscure \u015fi maligne\u201d: \u201eArbitri surzi ai c\u00e2ntecului vie\u0163ii\/ Un vers pustiu ne macin\u0103 timpanul\/ \u015eoptind, crispat, pe buze vine\u0163ii,\/ Lumina ne e ochilor du\u015fmanul!\u201d (Din Pustii).
\nMonotonia, spaimele, c\u0103derile nu r\u0103m\u00e2n doar obsesii ale vremilor \u015fi epocilor, ci \u015fi, vom conclude, \u00een cazul civiliza\u0163iei, ajunse\u2026 tehnice chiar ast\u0103zi. Ce \u00eei une\u015fte, prin urmare pe domnii OVIDIU VASILE \u015fi ALIN CUCURUZAN, \u00een originalul lor tandem poetic creator?\u2026 Func\u0163ion\u00e2nd ca o antologie avant la lettre, Biblioteca Net i-a ajutat, \u00een chip accentuat, s\u0103 ard\u0103 \u201ez\u0103ri\u201d, perioade, \u201eetape\u201d, de la poetul (aed) vechi, la cel \u201ec\u0103l\u0103tor \u015fi boem\u201d (\u201emae\u015ftri c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u0163i\u201d, Fr. Willon \u2013 p\u00e2n\u0103 la Rimbaud \u015fi Verlaine); apoi, p\u00e2n\u0103 la simboli\u015fti (\u015fi al\u0163i \u00eennoitori, ce au creat, fie liberi, fie \u00een\u2026 austeritate, fie-nceputul modernit\u0103\u0163ii!, ca slujba\u015fi (\u201efunc\u0163ionari\u201d).<\/p>\n

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\u00cenceputurile modernit\u0103\u0163ii (veacului tocmai scurs XX), l-au statornicit, pe poet, ca\u2026 bibliotecar, copist, corector, redactor, commis-voyageur, reporter, lucr\u0103tor la jurnale \u015fi reviste, \u00een tipografii, \u2013 \u00een genere ironic numit \u201epoet func\u0163ionar\u201d. Printr-un paradox, lucrurile \u201eexplodeaz\u0103\u201d, \u00eentre 1907-1916, c\u00e2nd indigo-ul trece, industrial, de la poetul-copist (autor de\u2026 manuscrise!), la poetul care utilizeaz\u0103 \u201ema\u015fina de scris\u201d \u2013 fie c\u0103 se numea \u201eUnderwood\u201d, \u201eMercedes\u201d, sau \u201eYost\u201d!\u2026 Capodopera acestor st\u0103ri \u015fi treceri moderne, spre alte imbolduri: \u201emecanice\u201d, \u201eautomatice\u201d, apar\u0163ine unui parodist (G. Top\u00e2rceanu), referitoare la o popular\u0103 oper\u0103 literar\u0103, \u00een acea epoc\u0103, numit\u0103 Caleidoscopul lui A. Mirea, a nu mai pu\u0163in popularilor poe\u0163i, lucr\u00e2nd \u00een tandem: \u015et. O. Iosif \u015fi Dimitrie Anghel. Iat\u0103 un mic fragment, descoperindu-l pe poetul \u201egenial-func\u0163ionar\u201d:<\/p>\n

\u201eDa, ave\u0163i dreptate, asta ni-i via\u0163a!\u2026<\/em>
\n Tot mereu aceea\u015fi, seara, diminea\u0163a \u2013<\/em>
\n Slujba, facultatea, birtul \u015fi chiria,<\/em>
\n Peste tot apas\u0103, grea, monotonia!\u2026<\/em>
\n Da, ni-i trist\u0103 via\u0163a!\u2026 Noi o ducem prost!\u2026<\/em>
\n \u0162\u0103c\u0103nim \u00eentr-una, la ma\u015fina Yost!\u2026<\/em>
\n \u00cennegrim h\u00e2rtie, forfec\u0103m cupoane!\u2026<\/em>
\n Urm\u0103rind cu ochii vajnice cucoane<\/em>
\n Care trec pe strad\u0103!\u2026 Sunt tr\u0103suri!\u2026 E lume\u2026<\/em>
\n Pretutindeni zgomot, soare, cald \u015fi glume.<\/em>
\n Vremea parc\u0103-\u015fi merge \u2013 mersul \u00een galop<\/em>
\n \u015ei aspectu-\u015fi schimb\u0103, ca-n Caledoscop!\u2026\u201d<\/em>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026..<\/em>
\n \u201e\u00abCentrul\u00bb \u00ee\u015fi trimite \u2013 c\u0103tre mahalale<\/em>
\n \u00cen amurg, prisosul \u00abfarmecelor\u00bb sale!<\/em>
\n E o-nv\u0103lm\u0103\u015feal\u0103 \u2013 un \u00abpopor\u00bb de fete<\/em>
\n Rumene, vioaie, sprintene, cochete\u2026<\/em>
\n Care trec, gr\u0103bite, chicotind, \u00een \u015foapte!\u2026<\/em>
\n Au \u00een ochi lumin\u0103 \u015fi-n privire noapte\u2026<\/em>
\n Blonde \u015fi \u015firete, oache\u015fe, modiste\u2026<\/em>
\n Trec, uit\u00e2nd pustiul ceasurilor triste \u2013<\/em>
\n Cine le pricepe z\u00e2mbetul fugar?\u2026<\/em>
\n Numai ne\u015ftiutul \u2013 poet-func\u0163ionar!\u2026<\/em>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/em>
\n Da, ni-i soarta trist\u0103, Domnule A. Mirea<\/em>
\n DAR AVEM IUBIREA!\u2026<\/em>
\n Sigur, suntem tineri!\u2026 \u015ei avem speran\u0163e,<\/em>
\n C\u00e2nd ne-nchidem visul \u2013 \u00een obscure stan\u0163e!\u2026<\/em>
\n (Nu \u015ftia\u0163i?\u2026 Noi facem \u015fi\u2026 literatur\u0103!?\u2026<\/em>
\n Oh, atunci se schimb\u0103 vitrega Natur\u0103!\u2026)<\/em>
\n \u00acNe-aminte\u015fte teancul de h\u00e2rtii albastre<\/em>
\n C\u00e2t de larg e cerul visurilor noastre:<\/em>
\n \u00cen biroul umed \u2013 soarele coboar\u0103,<\/em>
\n Foarfecele cade, fantezia zboar\u0103!\u2026<\/em>
\n \u0162\u0103c\u0103ne ma\u015fina \u2013 ritmul unui vers\u2026<\/em>
\n Voi (!) atinge\u0163i culmea! Noi? Tr\u0103im \u00een mers!\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u015ei A. Mirea se temea de \u201emonotonia vie\u0163ii\u201d! (E tainic-simbolic\u0103 ideea c\u0103 cit\u0103m acest verset celebru, a memoria, de peste 40 de ani, \u00een fa\u0163a publicului t\u00e2n\u0103r \u015fi cenaclurilor. Cum ma\u015fina de scris a \u00eencercat s\u0103 \u00eemping\u0103 \u00een uitare manuscrisul, computerul a devenit mo\u015ftenitorul subversiv al Tiparului lui Gutenberg, \u00eenglob\u00e2nd \u015fi caracteristicile\u2026 ma\u015finii \u2013 care \u201escrie!\u2026\u201d, \u00een locul m\u00e2inii poetului!). Poetul cel din vechime \u00ee\u015fi spunea versetete aproape le incanta, ritualic, \u00een templu!\u2026 Poetul boem-c\u0103l\u0103tor (Meister singer) le spunea \u00een han, mai t\u00e2rziu \u00een cenaclul-cafenea, precum \u201eCap\u015fa\u201d, \u00een Bucure\u015fti, \u201eOtetele\u015feanu\u201d, \u201eKubler\u201d sau \u201eFialkovski\u201d\u2026 Acum, \u00eentre 1907-1909-1916, apare \u201etat\u0103l avangardi\u015ftilor\u201d (Urmuz) \u015fi Bacovia, cu Stan\u0163ele burgheze \u015fi Serile triste!\u2026 Acum coboar\u0103 \u00een cafenea nu doar poe\u0163ii, matematicienii \u015fi astrologii, ci \u015fi dansatoarele \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103re\u0163ii, \u00een toate limbile. Iat\u0103 un vers \u2013 \u201eeftin \u015fi bun\u201d, \u00een epoc\u0103, socotit \u201erevolu\u0163ionar\u201d \u015fi \u201egenial\u201d:<\/p>\n

\u201eBarbar c\u00e2nta femeia-aceea<\/em>
\n T\u00e2rziu, \u00een cafeneaua goal\u0103!\u2026<\/em>
\n Barbar c\u00e2nta, dar plin de jale<\/em>
\n \u015ei-n jur era a\u015fa r\u0103scoal\u0103<\/em>
\n \u015ei-n zgomot monstru de \u0163imbale,<\/em>
\n Barbar c\u00e2nta femeia-aceea!\u2026<\/em>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/em>
\n \u015ei noi eram o ceat\u0103 trist\u0103<\/em>
\n Prin fumul de \u0163ig\u0103ri, ca-n nouri,<\/em>
\n G\u00e2ndeam la lumi ce nu exist\u0103\u2026<\/em>
\n \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026.<\/em>
\n \u015ei nici nu ne-am mai dus acas\u0103<\/em>
\n \u015ei-am pl\u00e2ns cu frun\u0163ile pe mas\u0103!\u2026\u201d<\/em> (Sear\u0103 trist\u0103)<\/p>\n

A. MIREA avea iubirea, ritmul \u015fi rima, \u201etrepidan\u0163a\u201d, fluxul, existen\u0163a \u201e\u00een mers\u201d, curgerea \u2013 \u201e\u0163\u0103c\u0103nitul ma\u015finii de scris\u201d, viteza \u201efuturist\u0103\u201d, pulsul vie\u0163ii; dar \u015fi\u2026 monotonia!\u2026 OVIDIU VASILE \u015fi ALIN CUCURUZAN ne vorbesc despre\u2026 \u201emu\u0163enia virtual\u0103 a tastei\u201d; Nuan\u0163ele \u201einfinte\u201d de gri ale computerului \u2013 ale ecranului s\u0103u. \u015ei despre acea lumin\u0103 de un\u2026 albastru mecanic! Sunt poe\u0163i extrem de interesan\u0163i \u015fi talenta\u0163i \u2013 barometre ale unor vremi \u201e\u00een mers\u201d. S\u0103-i urm\u0103rim! Vom mai auzi de \u00eendr\u0103znelile lor. Ei surprind, deja, ceva din acel Univers al poe\u0163ilor electronici.<\/p>\n

CONSTANTIN Z\u0102RNESCU<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Postfa\u021b\u0103 la volumul VERSURI EFTINE \u015eI BUNE, <\/strong>autori, Ovidiu Vasile <\/strong>\u0219i Alin Cucuruzan,<\/strong> Editura Napoca Star, Cluj-Napoca, 2012)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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