{"id":22766,"date":"2015-04-05T18:38:41","date_gmt":"2015-04-05T18:38:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=22766"},"modified":"2015-04-05T18:46:11","modified_gmt":"2015-04-05T18:46:11","slug":"angela-nache-mamier-george-stanciulescu-%e2%80%93-autenticism-amar-si-cotidienism-simpatic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/04\/05\/angela-nache-mamier-george-stanciulescu-%e2%80%93-autenticism-amar-si-cotidienism-simpatic\/","title":{"rendered":"Angela Nache Mamier: George St\u0103nciulescu \u2013 autenticism amar \u015fi cotidienism simpatic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/coperta-george-stanciulescu.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-22765\" title=\"coperta george stanciulescu\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/coperta-george-stanciulescu-300x157.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"209\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/coperta-george-stanciulescu-300x157.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/04\/coperta-george-stanciulescu.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <strong>George St\u0103nciulescu<\/strong> scrie o poezie a banalului cotidian dar mai sentimental\u0103, far\u0103 cinismul\u00a0 optzeci\u015ftilor, mai amar\u0103 chiar \u015fi\u00a0 mai tragic\u0103, discret\u0103, doza ei de imagina\u0163ie fiind\u00a0 mai degrab\u0103 redus\u0103 la o stare oniric\u0103, opus\u0103\u00a0 cotidianului nud. Revendicarea de la modelul optzecist\u00a0 nu este total\u0103, poetul se caut\u0103, are o vibra\u0163ie original\u0103 \u00een glas, refuz\u0103 s\u0103 se despart\u0103 total\u00a0 de aripile melancoliei eminesciene, romantice. Na\u015fterea feti\u0163ei\u00a0 sale transform\u0103 adolescentul\u00a0\u00a0 \u00ab\u00a0 \u00eent\u00e2rziat\u00a0\u00bb \u00een pater familias responsabil \u015fi cople\u015fit de emo\u0163ie, care \u00eel poart\u0103 departe.<br \/>\n\u00cen\u015firuiri de zile banale, prozaice, \u00eentre\u00a0 savuros \u015fi autoironie duc la un amestec de-a dreptul simpatic, uman, aceste poeme fiind\u00a0 \u00ab\u00a0vocea autentic\u0103\u00a0\u00bb a unui poet talentat pe drumul c\u0103ut\u0103rilor \u015fi tr\u0103irilor acute, \u00een v\u00e2rtejul existen\u0163ei auctoriale \u0219i de zi cu zi\u00a0:<\/p>\n<p>seara\u00a0m-am\u00a0\u00eenscris\u00a0\u00eentr-un\u00a0partid pentru \u015fase beri<\/p>\n<p>ajuns acas\u0103 am dat drumul la radio \u015fi am citit<br \/>\nun poem cu sconc\u015fi de lowell<br \/>\nam pl\u00eens vreo zece secunde<br \/>\nam r\u00e2s cam tot at\u00e2ta<br \/>\n\u015fi nimic nu era adev\u0103rat<br \/>\ndoar prosteala\u00a0ce-mi\u00a0era cumva de folos.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cuplul \u00eenstr\u0103inat ori gata s\u0103 explodeze, confuzia \u00eentre a se sim\u0163i uneori prizonier,\u00a0 lipsa de claritate\u00a0 a acestui &lt;\u00a0drum spre \u015fi prin cas\u0103 &gt; , cadrul societal scrutat printr-o lup\u0103 amar\u0103\u00a0 nu cad \u00een biografism mizerabilist \u015fi coexist\u0103 pa\u015fnic, \u00een paginile acestui volum. Formula poetic\u0103\u00a0 este adesea onorabil\u0103, proaspat\u0103\u00a0 \u015fi bine primit\u0103 de cititorii autorului, foarte apreciat pe pagina sa Facebook, unde s-a hotar\u00e2t cu greu, din timiditate, s\u0103 semneze cu numele s\u0103u real. Atuul acestui poet ar fi o anumit\u0103 inocen\u0163\u0103, o puritate \u00ab\u00a0distant\u0103\u00a0\u00bb , un fel de baraj impus \u00een\u00a0 fa\u0163a unei \u00a0\u00ab\u00a0lumi dezl\u0103n\u0163uite\u00a0\u00bb .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Diverse filoane, pe drumul tenta\u0163iilor, evad\u0103rilor de tot felul se las\u0103 percepute, poetul este pe drumul unei limpeziri personale, pozi\u0163ion\u00e2ndu-se, pu\u0163in pierdut,\u00a0 pe traiectorii \u015fi intersec\u0163ii diverse, \u00eentre modernismul interbelic, biografism optzecism \u2026 Este intersec\u0163ia care duce la acel \u00ab\u00a0drum\u00a0\u00bb numai al s\u0103u \u015fi aceste caut\u0103ri ori experimente sunt distincte, travers\u00e2nd dezinvolt acest volum .<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Volumul\u00a0 se cite\u015fte uneori cu emo\u021bie \u0219i tensiune, cu sim\u021burile acaparate de o senzualitate viril\u0103 asumat\u0103,\u00a0care eman\u0103 din carte. Acest poem merit\u0103 citat, c\u0103ci justific\u0103 titlul volumului, con\u0163ine \u015fi anun\u0163\u0103 tot poten\u0163ialul prezent \u015fi cel care \u00eei va urma, fiindc\u0103 acest poet, dezinteresat, nezgomotos are o consisten\u0163\u0103 poetic\u0103 de bun augur :<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><strong><em>REGELE BUTELIILOR GOALE<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>sp\u0103lasem vasele<br \/>\nse terminase butelia<br \/>\nnu mai aveam bani de alta<br \/>\nfumam<br \/>\ncred c\u0103 eram \u015fi pu\u0163in sup\u0103rat<br \/>\nam luat un creion<br \/>\n\u015fi am scris pe o bucat\u0103 de carton g\u00e2nduri<br \/>\nf\u0103r\u0103 sa le dau vreun titlu<br \/>\ndoar le- am numerotat&#8230;<br \/>\n1- pe la pai\u015fpe ani m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam s\u0103 devin poet<br \/>\nstai cuminte \u00eemi zicea mama<br \/>\nnu vezi<br \/>\npoe\u0163ii au salariu prost<br \/>\nunii \u00eennebunesc \u015fi mor tineri<br \/>\nf\u0103- te \u015fi tu medic sau altceva<br \/>\nnu \u015ftiu inginer<br \/>\nmeserii serioase b\u0103i b\u0103iatule<br \/>\nmama nu era nici medic<br \/>\nnici m\u0103car inginer<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd eu m\u0103 sf\u0103tuiam cu fluturii&#8230;<br \/>\n2- acuma<br \/>\npoate ai \u015fi tu dreptate<br \/>\nmi- e greu s\u0103 zic<br \/>\n\u00eens\u0103 prea- \u0163i bei min\u0163ile<br \/>\nprea e\u015fti sentimental<br \/>\nfemeia nu- \u015fi dore\u015fte f\u0103r\u0103 motiv<br \/>\ns\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103 de scandal&#8230;<br \/>\n3- nu pot s\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc dintr- odat\u0103<br \/>\nmai \u00eent\u00e2i m\u0103 a\u015fez \u00een echilibru<br \/>\ndezamorsez viiturile<br \/>\ncump\u0103r o carte<br \/>\nspun o minciun\u0103 \u015fi tac&#8230;<br \/>\n4- martie nud<br \/>\nvia\u0163a ca o parabol\u0103<br \/>\nopt r\u00e2nduri de adolescen\u0163\u0103<br \/>\nvorbe\u015fte ploaia<br \/>\nun creion chimic<br \/>\n\u015fi- at\u00e2t&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>5- mintea h\u0103ituit\u0103 obosise<br \/>\nse opri<br \/>\nduse m\u00e2inile la ceaf\u0103<br \/>\n\u015fi sictirit\u0103<br \/>\nstrig\u0103<br \/>\nm\u0103 predau<br \/>\nc\u00e2t cost\u0103 impozitul pentru prostie&#8230;<br \/>\n6- eram in buc\u0103t\u0103rie<br \/>\nse terminase \u015fi butelia<br \/>\nn- aveam bani de alta<br \/>\nafar\u0103 icneau pocnituri de materie<br \/>\nnu b\u0103usem nimic<br \/>\nnu stiu dac\u0103 eram lucid<br \/>\nsau \u00een trans\u0103<br \/>\ncred c\u0103- mi num\u0103ram<br \/>\nb\u0103t\u0103ile inimii<br \/>\ncump\u0103rasem o p\u00e2ine neagr\u0103<br \/>\n\u015fi mi- a venit o idee<br \/>\ncum dracu mai traiesc \u00een halul \u0103sta<br \/>\nhr\u0103nit cu pietrele din pr\u0103jitura<br \/>\nvie\u0163ii<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cartea sa este o m\u0103rturisire adolescentin\u0103 a unui\u00a0 \u00eendr\u0103gostit de poezie, care ador\u0103\u00a0 scrisul si citeste\u00a0 \u00een draci. Rime peste rime la \u00eenceputuri, apoi\u00a0 lecturile la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103- Nichita St\u0103nescu, Mihai Eminescu,Sorescu,\u00a0 P\u0103unescu, Blandiana, C\u0103rt\u0103rescu, Mu\u015fina \u2026 dar \u015fi Pr\u00e9vert, Neruda etc ..\u00a0.sunt c\u00e2\u021biva dintre \u201diubi\u021bii\u201d s\u0103i\u00a0 literari. La un moment dat, a divor\u021bat de poezie, s-a l\u0103sat de scris, tumultul vie\u0163ii fiind mult mai intens dec\u00e2t cel al imaginarului. Deci aceast\u0103 pauz\u0103 explic\u0103 uneori anumite pasaje de limbaj mai inadecvat, dar se simte aceast\u0103\u00a0redescoperire\u00a0 a\u00a0 apetitului\u00a0 pentru poezie, mult\u0103 poezie.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A recuperat manscrise mai vechi, le-a prelucrat, le-a redistribuit \u00een suflet, le-a readus la via\u0163\u0103, de\u015fi a \u00ab\u00a0scalpat\u00a0\u00bb multe din manuscrisele vechi .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">O anumit\u0103 stereotopie\u00a0 este\u00a0 normal\u0103, \u00een fond temele poeziei sunt acelea\u015fi de c\u00e2nd lumea\u00a0: diverse dezam\u0103giri ori fericiri \u00een dragoste, obsesii pentru femeia care l-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 sufere, ori l-a facut fericit, solitudinea sociala, o via\u021b\u0103 \u201dla datorie\u201d, \u00een \u00ab\u00a0normalitate\u00a0\u00bb , f\u0103r\u0103 de care se ajunge la marginalizare\u00a0:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><strong><em>PACT<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>n-am reu\u0219it s\u0103 adorm<br \/>\nfiindc\u0103 nu m-a l\u0103sat Neruda<br \/>\nam un pact cu neruda<br \/>\n\u00eel citesc numai dup\u0103 miezul nop\u0163ii<br \/>\nm\u0103 \u00eencal\u0163 \u00een pantofi cu toc<br \/>\no femeie \u015ftie sensul doar ea<br \/>\n\u00een singur\u0103tatea trecerii clandestine<br \/>\nla etajul doi exist\u0103 via\u0163a<br \/>\nstrecurat\u0103 pe reverul hainei<br \/>\nd\u0103-i tu primul cu zarul<br \/>\neu am intrat \u00een postul cr\u0103ciunului<br \/>\ndincolo de ziduri<br \/>\nsc\u00e2nce\u015fte foamea<\/p>\n<p>\u00eembatr\u00e2nit\u0103 de<\/p>\n<p>riduri<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00a0Poetul desfa\u015foar\u0103 un\u00a0 fir narativ (nu spun liric pentru c\u0103 George St\u0103nciulescu scrie o poezie din secven\u0163e filmice care \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uie o spovedanie crud\u0103, sincer\u0103 \u0219i autentic\u0103, practic\u0103 o poetic\u0103 a adev\u0103rului, a emo\u021biei, a speran\u0163ei, un cuv\u00e2nt- punte\u00a0 fireasc\u0103 c\u0103tre lume,\u00a0 cu luciditate.\u00a0 Imagini ale lucrurilor si gesturilor\u00a0 m\u0103runte de zi cu zi trezesc interesul, povestea sa este numai a lui. Poemele despre p\u0103rin\u0163i dezv\u0103luie unele aluzii profunde, r\u0103spunsuri \u015fi ne-r\u0103spunsuri, care clocotesc \u00een ad\u00e2ncimile sufletului, ce mi se par demne de semnalat\u00a0:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><strong><em>POEM DE P\u0102RIN\u0162I<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>mama purta bra\u0163e lungi pentru leg\u0103nat<br \/>\ntata avea barb\u0103 aspr\u0103 indiferent\u0103 \u015fi<br \/>\nnu iubea iernile, eu iubeam iernile<br \/>\nfiindc\u0103 numai a\u015fa m\u0103 puteam mira de am\u00e2ndoi<br \/>\ng\u0103sindu-i \u00eempreun\u0103 ru\u015fina\u0163i<br \/>\n(de\u015fi se cuno\u015fteau de mult)<br \/>\nel mai cioplind \u00eentr- un lemn<br \/>\nea ascult\u00e2nd atent cu inima o piatr\u0103<br \/>\nde parc\u0103 ar fi aflat un mare secret<br \/>\nnu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 lemnul \u015fi piatra sunt rude<br \/>\nnici mama cu tata nu erau rude<br \/>\nprobabil se obi\u015fnuiser\u0103 a\u015fa unul cu<br \/>\ncel\u0103lalt<br \/>\nel cu un lemn al lui<br \/>\nea cu o piatr\u0103 atent\u0103<br \/>\n\u00ee\u015fi mai aminteau ciudat de cuvinte<br \/>\nmama chiar le \u00eendr\u0103gea<br \/>\ntatei nu i-au pl\u0103cut \u00eens\u0103 niciodat\u0103<br \/>\n\u00eemi spunea<\/p>\n<p>c\u0103 oamenii cu barb\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 pu\u0163in<br \/>\nabia mai t\u00e2rziu am \u00een\u0163eles filozofia lui<br \/>\ndespre via\u0163\u0103 mult prea t\u00e2rziu<br \/>\nc\u00e2nd lemnul a t\u0103cut \u00een mod firesc<br \/>\ncu mine ascult\u00e2nd absent o piatr\u0103<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Biografismul este dus la extrem, uneori taie\u00a0 \u00een carne vie, ironia e fin\u0103, atenueaz\u0103 drama\u00a0:<\/p>\n<p><em>(\u2026)<\/em>\u00a0la telefon\u00a0mi-a\u00a0zis c\u0103\u00a0\u015fi-ar\u00a0da via\u0163a pentru mine<br \/>\nam\u00a0ascultat-o\u00a0emo\u0163ionat<br \/>\nde\u015fi nu doream s\u0103 dea cineva ortu\u2019 popii pentru mine<br \/>\nmai ales ea<br \/>\n\u015fi am\u00a0crezut-o\u00a0a\u015fa cum o credeam pe\u00a0maic\u0103-mea<br \/>\ntoat\u0103 dragostea mea rezistent\u0103 antrenat\u0103<br \/>\nera acolo pe fir<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Memoria decanteaz\u0103 experien\u021ba de via\u021b\u0103 a eului\u00a0 liric, o red\u0103 prin sclipiri revelatorii dincolo de o cronologie concret\u0103, suntem \u00een generalul-uman,\u00a0 autorul, ca mul\u0163i al\u0163ii din genera\u0163ia sa, ne pune fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 cu mizeriile de tot felul, sexuale, sentimentale, materiale, cu amorul pierdut ori reg\u0103sit, se reinventeaz\u0103\u00a0 prin exorcismul cuvintelor a\u015fternute pe o coal\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie care suport\u0103 totul\u00a0:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p><strong><em>J\u2019AIME LES GENS<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00eenc\u0103 un bob de gr\u00e2u ucis de o pas\u0103re<\/p>\n<p>am exersat de-at\u00e2tea ori<\/p>\n<p>cum s\u0103 ridic privirea din p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n<p>mai ales \u00een \u00eenv\u0103lm\u0103\u015feala ora\u015felor<\/p>\n<p>unde sute de cronc\u0103nituri tresalt\u0103<\/p>\n<p>din piepturi<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Aspectul\u00a0 de pseudo-jurnal este asumat, complex, corespunde unei necesit\u0103\u0163i de autoterapie a cutremurelor\u00a0 ce-l\u00a0 fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103.\u00a0 Pericolul de ocolit este de a c\u0103dea \u00eentr-un fel de mesaj prea diluat, prozaic p\u00e2na la exagerare .<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Deocamdat\u0103, semnele unei treceri\u00a0 spre \u201ealtceva&#8221; au ap\u0103rut, se \u00eentrev\u0103d, poetul este \u00een faza unei \u00ab\u00a0consolidari\u00a0\u00bb care se deseneaz\u0103 \u00een for\u0163\u0103, impresionan\u0163\u0103, viitorul este en marche \u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>Angela Nache Mamier<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>Scriitor rom\u00e2n \u2013 Fran\u0163a<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 George St\u0103nciulescu scrie o poezie a banalului cotidian dar mai sentimental\u0103, far\u0103 cinismul\u00a0 optzeci\u015ftilor, mai amar\u0103 chiar \u015fi\u00a0 [&#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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22766","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22766","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=22766"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22766\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22768,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22766\/revisions\/22768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22766"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22766"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22766"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}