{"id":17034,"date":"2014-01-15T18:58:18","date_gmt":"2014-01-15T18:58:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=17034"},"modified":"2014-01-15T18:59:10","modified_gmt":"2014-01-15T18:59:10","slug":"maria-diana-popescu-catalin-busaga-si-repetata-intoarcere-la-dumnezeu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/01\/15\/maria-diana-popescu-catalin-busaga-si-repetata-intoarcere-la-dumnezeu\/","title":{"rendered":"Maria Diana Popescu: C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 \u015fi repetata \u00eentoarcere la Dumnezeu"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/b_300_472_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Catalin-Busaga-0.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-17035 alignleft\" title=\"images_stories_autori_Catalin-Busaga\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/b_300_472_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Catalin-Busaga-0-190x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"190\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/b_300_472_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Catalin-Busaga-0-190x300.jpg 190w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/b_300_472_16777215_0___images_stories_autori_Catalin-Busaga-0.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 190px) 100vw, 190px\" \/><\/a>R\u0103s\u0103rind din r\u0103zboiul nev\u0103zut al g\u00eendului, C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 p\u0103trunde pe t\u0103r\u00eemul poeziei contemporane, ca o urcare \u00een tren cu bilet rezervat la clasa \u00eent\u00eei, s\u0103-\u015fi al\u0103ture glasul unui cor ce c\u00eent\u0103 pe toate vocile p\u0103m\u00eentului. \u00cen lumea prezentului, arestat\u0103 de micimi, ambiguit\u0103\u0163i \u015fi absurd, t\u00een\u0103rul poet \u00eencearc\u0103 prin vers o redemp\u0163iune, o corectare, din care \u0163\u00ee\u015fnesc liniile recuperabile ale ini\u0163ialit\u0103\u0163ii. Un lirism de ad\u00eencime, demontare \u015fi reasamblare, un registru lin curg\u0103tor ce provoac\u0103 selectiv, disociere \u015fi reintegrare, o lume a viorilor \u00een v\u00eent, un poet al dragostei, un poet sobru, tot mai sobru, un poet \u00eentreb\u0103tor opereaz\u0103, aproape constant, cu semne \u015fi simboluri, oferind cititorului o vast\u0103 palet\u0103 de sentimente \u015fi tr\u0103iri poetice: <em>\u201eE chipul t\u0103u acela ce m\u0103 a\u015fteapt\u0103-n noapte\/ S\u0103-mi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie suspinul durerilor de\u015farte,\/ S\u0103-mi umple dorul sumbru de a\u015ftept\u0103ri amare\/ Oi fi tu, oare?\/ Mireasma ta e-aceea ce \u0163ine al meu somn\/ \u00cen lumea de fantasme vis\u00e2nd un vis de domn\/ C\u0103 mi-ai venit al\u0103turi pe-o ve\u015fnicie plin\u0103,\/ A mea regin\u0103?\/ O, cum \u00ee\u0163i este glasul, ori cum privirea-\u0163i este\/ O fi de basm astralic sau de pove\u015fti terestre;\/ A\u015ftept ner\u0103bd\u0103tor s\u0103 \u00eemi apari \u00een cale,\/ Oi fi tu, oare?\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Antidotul st\u0103rilor suflete\u015fti, provocate de sentimentul desacraliz\u0103rii, al pierderii identit\u0103\u0163ii sub impactul modernismelor dezumanizante, este pentru poetul C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 repetata \u00eentoarcere la Dumnezeu: <em>\u201eDar c\u00e2nd Harul adumbre\u015fte sufletele \u00een lumin\u0103\/, Inima se-mpodobe\u015fte \u00een cunoa\u015fterea divin\u0103\/ \u015ei-ajutor g\u0103se\u015fti \u00een toate \u015fi pova\u0163a chiar la g\u00e2ze,\/ C\u0103 din cele care zboar\u0103 printre ramuri, printre frunze\/ Nu-i nici una s\u0103 n-arate la sf\u00e2r\u015fitul vie\u0163ii sale\/ C\u00e2nd picioarele-mpreun\u0103 ca la sf\u00e2nta \u00eenchinare\/ C\u0103 de Domnul sunt create \u015fi Lui voia i-au f\u0103cut \/ \u015ei doar \u00eemplinindu-i voia au zburat peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt,\/ Deci \u015fi mirii de-\u015fi \u00eenchin\u0103 via\u0163a-ntreag\u0103 lui Hristos\/ Vor zbura ca dou\u0103 aripi ale unui trup frumos\/ \u015ei-or ajunge ca \u00een ceruri, \u00eengerii \u00een cor s\u0103 spun\u0103: \u00abTe-au iubit pe Tine, Doamne, \u00eemplete\u015fte-le cunun\u0103.\u00bb\u201d<\/em> Prin derularea unor asemenea nota\u0163ii suflete\u015fti, poezia lui C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 se \u00eenscrie \u00een teritoriul sensibilit\u0103\u0163ii expresioniste, cu tonalitate elegiac\u0103 semnalat\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103\u015fti sofisticate, uneori pe cale de sugestie, prin proced\u0103ri disimulative sau, alteori, prin lumini de speran\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Versul s\u0103u \u00een manier\u0103 clasic\u0103, rimat, cantabil, sub mai multe forme cristaline, orice \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u0103ri ar lua, opereaz\u0103 \u00een scopul extragerii poeticului la temperaturi metaforice ridicate \u015fi cu nuan\u0163a multipl\u0103 a fluxului emo\u0163ional: <em>\u201eNici m\u00e2na nu \u0163i-e-ntins\u0103 \u2013 prea schimb\u0103toare g\u00e2nduri\/ M\u0103-n\u0103bu\u015f\u0103-n durerea c\u0103zut\u0103 printre r\u00e2nduri\/ Portretul t\u0103u se pierde \u015fi-n suflet frunze cad\/ Imaginea e rece, iar eu \u00een doruri ard.\u201d<\/em> O poezie profund emo\u0163ionant\u0103. Nici nu \u015ftii c\u00eend \u00ee\u0163i scap\u0103 lacrima sau c\u00eend aluneci \u00een propriile nostalgii. Cu vigoarea specific\u0103 unui poet t\u00een\u0103r, C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 creioneaz\u0103 un univers liric coerent, o realitate credibil\u0103, care pare s\u0103 ard\u0103 grani\u0163ele temporale. \u00ce\u015fi dore\u015fte \u015fi reu\u015fe\u015fte individualizarea emo\u0163iei, transmiterea pulsa\u0163iilor suflete\u015fti prin evocarea unor momente de o intensitate deosebit\u0103 sau prin poten\u0163area unor detalii: <em>\u201eAjuns-am o, iubito, \u00een Bor\u015fa-Maramu\u2019\/ Cu mun\u0163ii \u00eemprejuru-mi de minunate vise\/ Cu cerul mai aproape de bra\u0163ele \u00eentinse, \/ Dar dincolo de bra\u0163e, s\u0103 nu-mi vii iar\u0103\u015fi tu?\/ Str\u0103jeri stau azi Pietro\u015fii, ai Rodnei dragi copii\/ Cu creste ce \u00een\u0163eap\u0103 a norilor podoab\u0103\/ Ca s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eembrace st\u00e2nca \u00een rochia cea alb\u0103\/ Aici unde cei fameni zidesc mereu chilii.\/ C\u0103lug\u0103rii ce \u00een\u015fi\u015fi s-au \u00eembr\u0103cat cu noaptea\/ \u015ei singuri \u00een pustia t\u0103cu\u0163ilor molizi\/ Au hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 piard\u0103 a urmelor dorin\u0163e\/ Sunt \u00eemplini\u0163i ferice \u015fi-a\u015ftept\u0103 numai moartea.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Create anume pentru a induce st\u0103ri speciale, construite parc\u0103 \u00een jurul unui nucleu luminos, poeziile vorbesc despre un poet iubitor de Dumnezeu \u015fi de frumos <em>(\u201eO, iart\u0103-m\u0103 St\u0103p\u00e2ne, P\u0103rinte nev\u0103zut \/ \u015ei c\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103delege cu voia am f\u0103cut\/ S\u0103 nu porne\u015fti m\u00e2nia, asupr\u0103-mi s\u0103 se plece\/ C\u0103 sunt numai \u0163\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi Duh prin mine trece.\/ O, iart\u0103-m\u0103 St\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103, o, Maic\u0103 preacinstit\u0103\/ \u015ei-acoper\u0103-\u0162i odrasla \u00een vremuri de ispit\u0103\/ Prime\u015fte rug\u0103ciunea, mijlocitoare Doamn\u0103\/ A Domnului Mireas\u0103, a oamenilor mam\u0103.\u201d<\/em>) \u015fi se pot apropia u\u015for de inimi, permi\u0163\u00eend cititorului s\u0103 contemple rolul pe care poetul C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 \u00eel joac\u0103 \u00een realitatea sa.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Maria Diana Popescu<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.art-emis.ro\/\" target=\"_blank\">Revista ART \u2013 EMIS<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>R\u0103s\u0103rind din r\u0103zboiul nev\u0103zut al g\u00eendului, C\u0103t\u0103lin Bu\u015fag\u0103 p\u0103trunde pe t\u0103r\u00eemul poeziei contemporane, ca o urcare \u00een tren cu bilet [&#038;hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17034","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole","category-linkuri-externe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17034","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17034"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17034\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17037,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17034\/revisions\/17037"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17034"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17034"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17034"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}