{"id":24685,"date":"2015-08-10T17:17:37","date_gmt":"2015-08-10T17:17:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=24685"},"modified":"2015-08-10T17:18:30","modified_gmt":"2015-08-10T17:18:30","slug":"rexlibris-media-group-prezinta-universul-poetului-george-tei","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/08\/10\/rexlibris-media-group-prezinta-universul-poetului-george-tei\/","title":{"rendered":"Rexlibris Media Group prezint\u0103: Universul poetului George Tei"},"content":{"rendered":"

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REVINE IARNA… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Revine iarna… G\u00e2ndul m\u0103 \u00eembat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Tocite zile \u00eemi destram\u0103 ore;
\nM\u0103 re\u00eentorc din visuri incolore
\nS\u0103 m\u0103 ascund \u00een umbra ta \u00eenceat\u0103<\/p>\n

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Dar \u00ee\u0163i mai caut nop\u0163ile de vat\u0103…
\nTrec mai u\u015for c\u00e2nd spun c\u0103 nu m\u0103 doare
\nAceast\u0103 clip\u0103 ce \u00eentreab\u0103: “oare
\nM-ai \u015fi uitat sau noaptea derivat\u0103<\/p>\n

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Din alte vremuri \u00eencepu s\u0103 geam\u0103?”
\nEu m\u0103 retrag s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i adorm Destinul.
\nA\u015ftept de-o via\u0163\u0103 trecerea prin Vam\u0103…<\/p>\n

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Pe patul meu st\u0103 treaz acum doar chinul.
\nAprind \u015fi focul s\u0103 nu-\u0163i fie team\u0103;<\/p>\n

Revine iarna… Eu r\u0103m\u00e2n Str\u0103inul…<\/p>\n

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FRATE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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nu mai v\u0103d, nu mai simt, nu mai aud, numai
\nmemoria m\u0103 alearg\u0103
\nspre singurul suflet
\nce
\nm\u0103 recunoa\u015fte, \u00eemi r\u0103spunde \u015fi m\u0103 g\u0103se\u015fte
\nde c\u00e2te ori m\u0103 ascund \u00een mine<\/p>\n

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ast\u0103zi
\nsufletul acela s-a reg\u0103sit
\nde\u015fi
\nsub un alt nume
\nspun\u00e2ndu-mi s\u0103-i r\u0103m\u00e2n
\nfrate…<\/p>\n

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PAS\u0102REA DE FOC
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\nDin asfin\u0163it se na\u015fte o pas\u0103re de foc
\n\u015ei m\u0103 \u00eenal\u0163 de-acuma, \u015fi parc\u0103 m\u0103 sufoc,
\n\u015ei se \u00eentoarce roata cu lini\u015ftea \u00een sus,
\n\u015ei simt cum cre\u015fte-n mine o coast\u0103-a lui Iisus<\/p>\n

M\u0103 las rotit spre dealuri, spre vale niciodat\u2019
\nDe c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu primit-am, dar \u015fi mai mult am dat
\nDin via\u0163a mea – at\u00e2ta c\u00e2t pot s\u0103 v\u0103 mai las –
\nDoar amintiri \u015fi temeri, \u015fi, poate, \u00eenc-un glas …<\/p>\n

Oceane de lumin\u0103 s-au ridicat \u015fi pier
\nTopite sub om\u0103tul unui postum Prier
\nC\u0103 mult din cele spuse, g\u00e2ndite la pahar
\nS-au r\u0103t\u0103cit \u00een visul acelor f\u0103r\u0103 Har<\/p>\n

\u015ei trec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 alte asemenea poveri
\nUit\u00e2nd c\u0103 ochii lumii sunt, ast\u0103zi, prea severi
\n\u015ei las s\u0103 treac\u0103 umbra aceluia\u015fi apus,
\nS\u0103 uit c\u0103 \u00eentr-o vreme destinul m-a supus<\/p>\n

Dar simt cum cre\u015fte-n mine o coast\u0103-a lui Iisus
\n\u015ei se \u00eentoarce roata cu lini\u015ftea \u00een sus,
\n\u015ei m\u0103 \u00eenal\u0163 de-acuma, \u015fi parc\u0103 m\u0103 sufoc.
\nDin asfin\u0163it se na\u015fte o pas\u0103re de foc –<\/p>\n

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TE VOI A\u015eTEPTA…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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temerea c\u0103 nu vei fi<\/p>\n

prezent\u0103 la inaugurarea na\u015fterii mele<\/p>\n

m\u0103 face s\u0103 ignor<\/p>\n

v\u00e2rsta pe care o am<\/p>\n

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de\u015fi nu mai cred<\/p>\n

\u00een iubire<\/p>\n

trebuie s\u0103 trec prin haosul din mine<\/p>\n

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voi mai avea timp s\u0103 m\u0103 apropii<\/p>\n

de tine<\/p>\n

sau lumea a \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2t<\/p>\n

\u015fi o privire trebuie amendat\u0103?<\/p>\n

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dar<\/p>\n

fiecare pas<\/p>\n

trebuie f\u0103cut<\/p>\n

\u00eenaintea celuilalt pas…<\/p>\n

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DE C\u00c2TE ORI …
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\nDe c\u00e2te ori te c\u0103utam, spuneai
\nC\u0103 umbra mea mai umbr\u0103 se va face
\n\u015ei rana ce urma s\u0103 m\u0103 aprind\u0103
\nSub timpul t\u0103u \u00een zbor se va preface …<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori nu te priveam de-ajuns
\nM\u0103 \u00eentrebai de ce te \u0163in \u00een bra\u0163e
\n\u015ei \u00eemi z\u00e2mbeai, dar z\u00e2mbetul acela
\nNu mai \u015ftia de ce s\u0103 se aga\u0163e …<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori te m\u00e2ng\u00e2iam, pl\u00e2ngeai
\n\u015ei lacrimile deveneau p\u0103cate;
\nSuspinele se \u00eentorceau \u00een mine
\n\u015ei frunzele mureau nevinovate …<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori m\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103ceam, plecai
\nCu sufletul spre alt\u0103 umbr\u0103 care
\nTe \u00eentrupa din rimele str\u0103ine –
\nCredeai c\u0103 amintirea nu m\u0103 doare?<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori m\u0103 \u00een\u015felai, t\u0103ceam…
\nT\u0103cerea mea nu \u00ee\u0163i spunea c\u00e2t suf\u0103r?
\nDar c\u0103utam s\u0103 te aduc pe lacul
\nUnde pluteau at\u00e2tea flori de nuf\u0103r …<\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori spuneai: “nu te iubesc”!
\nCredeam c\u0103 zorii se vor na\u015fte iar\u0103
\nAt\u00e2t de simplu… Nu \u015ftiam c\u0103, pentru
\nA m\u0103 iubi, \u00ee\u0163i trebuia o var\u0103 …<\/p>\n

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REFUGIAT…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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… \u00een catacombele poeziei ascult
\nc\u00e2ntul ideilor<\/p>\n

observ poe\u0163ii cum sorb versuri<\/p>\n

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m\u0103 retrag \u00eentr-un col\u0163 al sufletului
\n\u00eemi dezgrop p\u0103rin\u0163ii
\n\u015fi \u00eei v\u0103d
\nbucur\u00e2ndu-se\u00a0de triste\u0163ea ce m-a cuprins<\/p>\n

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nu doresc s\u0103 mai v\u0103d<\/p>\n

nimic, nu mai vreau s\u0103 aflu altceva<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t\u00a0noaptea \u00een care
\nmama \u015fi-a aprins lumina singur\u0103…<\/p>\n

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CUM S\u0102 MAI DAI?
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\nCum s\u0103 mai dai c\u00e2nd toate-s cu m\u0103sur\u0103
\n\u015ei cum s\u0103 umbli printre cei ce mor,
\nC\u00e2nd alte umbre lunec\u0103-n amor
\n\u015ei-acela\u015fi Cer nici ast\u0103zi nu se-ndur\u0103<\/p>\n

S\u0103 se revolte \u015fi s\u0103 spun\u0103: “or
\nS\u0103 \u0163in\u0103 cont de vechea mea Scriptur\u0103,
\nNeg\u00e2ndu-\u015fi aplecarea c\u0103tre ur\u0103,
\nSau se vor stinge-n nemurirea lor?”<\/p>\n

\u015ei tot g\u00e2ndim c\u0103 nu avem ce face …
\nE prea t\u00e2rziu s\u0103 \u00eei \u00eentorci, s\u0103-\u015fi fac\u0103
\n\u00cenc\u0103 o cruce, chiar de nu le place!<\/p>\n

S\u0103 fie pe vecie sau s\u0103-\u015fi tac\u0103
\nUltimul vis… Dac\u0103 vor spune: “drace”!,
\nTu s\u0103-i ascul\u0163i, dar te \u00eentreab\u0103: “dac\u0103? …”<\/p>\n

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SUNT…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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… cel mai p\u0103c\u0103tos semen
\nal vostru:<\/p>\n

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v-am furat inimile
\nam p\u0103truns
\n\u00een case
\nf\u0103r\u0103 a mi se deschide
\nv-am ucis clipele de triste\u0163e
\n\u015fi
\nnu \u00een ultimul r\u00e2nd
\nam violat sentimente
\nd\u0103ruindu-v\u0103 poezie<\/p>\n

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dar nu m\u0103 condamna\u021bi!<\/p>\n

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m\u0103 voi condamna
\nsingur la
\n(ne)t\u0103cere…<\/p>\n

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Prof. Ionel NECULA: <\/strong>GEORGE TEI \u2013 UN POET REG\u0102SIT<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De uitat nu l-am uitat niciodat\u0103, dar recunosc c\u0103 mult\u0103 vreme l-am pierdut din aten\u0163ie. N-am mai \u015ftiut nimic despre zbaterile lui, de\u015fi eram convins c\u0103 prima dragoste –\u00a0 pe care eu \u00eensumi am certificat-o prin \u00eencredin\u0163area unui premiu la prima edi\u0163ie a Festivalului de poezie \u201eCostache Conache\u201d –\u00a0 nu se uit\u0103 \u015fi nu se abandoneaz\u0103\u00a0 oric\u00e2te opreli\u015fti ar avea de \u00eenfruntat.<\/p>\n

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Mi-l amintesc bine. Nu avea subiecte privilegiate, orice pretext oferit de via\u0163\u0103, de lume putea fi transpus \u00een portativ liric \u015fi adus \u00eentr-o condi\u0163ie poetic\u0103.\u00a0 Scria o poezie cald\u0103 suav\u0103 \u015fi muzical\u0103,\u00a0 de parc-ar fi r\u0103spuns unei comenzi declamatorii.<\/p>\n

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Acum, c\u00e2nd l-am reg\u0103sit –\u00a0 dup\u0103 c\u00e2te decenii? –\u00a0 observ c\u0103 \u015fi-a p\u0103strat fibra\u00a0\u00eenceputului c\u00e2nd, a \u015fi convins un juriu vegheat de regretatul poet George Tomozei\u00a0c\u0103 merit\u0103 premiul cel mare. Era \u015fi a r\u0103mas menit s\u0103 ard\u0103-n poezie: \u201eEu sunt menit de Dumnezeu s\u0103 ard\/ Mai mult sau mai pu\u0163in \u00een fiecare\/ Ferindu-m\u0103 s\u0103 bat acea c\u0103rare\/ A necredin\u0163ei zeului Hazard\/\/ S\u0103 \u00eencrustez \u015fi ast\u0103zi \u00een chenare\/ O poezie lung\u0103 de un yard\/, Eu sunt creat de Dumnezeu s\u0103 ard\/ Mai mult sau mai pu\u0163in \u00een fiecare\/\/ M\u0103 las durut de visul meu bastard.\/ C\u00e2nd mai p\u0103strez o minim\u0103 blazare\/ In st\u00e2nga mea o pas\u0103re tresare\/ Spun\u00e2ndu-i viitorului: en garde!\/ Eu sun creat de Dumnezeu s\u0103 ard\/\u201d<\/em> (Rondelul credin\u0163ei). <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Acesta este poetul George Tei. A\u015fa \u00eel \u015ftiu de multe decenii \u015fi constat c\u0103 timpul n-a adus prea multe modific\u0103ri \u00een felul lui de a se pozi\u0163iona liric la problemele lumii.\u00a0Are o aplecare mai special\u0103 pentru sonete \u015fi rondeluri \u2013 pentru poeziile \u00een form\u0103 fix\u0103\u00a0 \u015fi cred c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd se va alc\u0103tui\u00a0 o antologie a celor mai reu\u015fite rondeluri, poetul nostru va fi bine reprezentat. \u00cen felul lui este un ambi\u0163ios, dac-ar fi s\u0103 confer adjectivului un sens pozitiv, ar vrea s\u0103 se \u00eentind\u0103 peste toat\u0103 \u00eentinderea universului,\u00a0 ba chiar dincolo de marginile lui, \u00een transcendent, acolo unde nu mai \u00eent\u00e2lne\u015fte dec\u00e2t singur\u0103tatea divinului cu care ar vrea s\u0103 conlucreze la mai buna a\u015fezare a r\u00e2nduielilor: \u201eDe-ar fi s-i dau vie\u0163ii numai un singur vers\/ Mi-a\u015f ridica m\u00e2ndria la rang de castelan,\/ Dar nu \u015ftiu c\u00e2t m\u0103 leg\u0103n \u015fi c\u00e2t mai am de mers\/ Pe drumul ce m\u0103 scoate la primul meu brelan\/\/ Sub v\u00e2ntul c\u0103ut\u0103rii, flotant \u015fi mai pervers,\/ ceda-voi con\u015ftiin\u0163ei nereu\u015fitul plan\/ De a-i l\u0103sa vie\u0163ii, numai un singur vers;\/ Mi-a\u015f ridica m\u00e2ndria la rang de castelan\/\/ \u015ei ne\u015ftiut de nimeni, a\u015f face alt demers,\/ C\u0103 nu m\u0103 vreau adeptul unui anume clan\/ Al meu prieten este \u00eentregul univers! – \/ \u015eoptindu-i, nep\u0103s\u0103rii, un asonant sit down\/\/ S\u0103-i pot l\u0103sa vie\u0163ii, m\u0103car un singur vers\u2026\/\/ <\/em>(Rondelul m\u00e2ndriei)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Dar dincolo de varietatea pretextelor aduse \u00een partitur\u0103 liric\u0103 predomin\u0103 nelini\u015ftile Erosului, franja de porniri afective \u00eencercate de poet \u015fi dispuse \u00eentr-o gam\u0103 generoas\u0103 de imagini surprinz\u0103toare. Tonul devine tandru \u015fi se infuzeaz\u0103 de o sensibilitate orfic\u0103, prelungit\u0103 uneori \u00eentr-o medita\u0163ie metafizic\u0103: \u201eA\u015f pune seara \u00eentr-un cuib de lun\u0103\u201d <\/em>(Condamn\u0103-m\u0103), spune poetul,\u00a0 iar dest\u0103inuirea nu-i deloc aleatorie, ci ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi sus\u0163inut\u0103 de alte imagini tulbur\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

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George Tei este un poet autentic. Se retrage \u00een poezie ca-ntr-un sanctuar binecuv\u00e2ntat de zei \u015fi face din lirism un El Dorado\u00a0 mandolinar \u00een care se reg\u0103se\u015fte cu toate tr\u0103irile\u00a0 sale subiective. I-am citit antologia \u201eNiciodat\u0103 cuvintele\u201d\u2026 (Editura\u00a0 Topoexim, Bucure\u015fti, 2011) pe ner\u0103suflate \u015fi-am reg\u0103sit \u00een cuprinsul ei poetul de demult, care m-a cucerit c\u00e2ndva cu poezia lui silfid\u0103. Penduleaz\u0103 \u00eentre clasic \u015fi modern, dar eu cred c\u0103 este mai mult un modern \u00een \u0163inut\u0103 clasic\u0103. L-am girat odat\u0103 la \u00eenceputuri, \u00eel creditez \u015fi acum, c\u00e2nd este \u00eemplinit ca poet \u015fi bine a\u015fezat \u00een Arcadia poe\u0163ilor .\u015fi-l recomand tuturor celor doritori de poezie bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Prof. Ion DR\u0102GHICI: <\/strong>POETUL CU SUFLETUL LA VEDERE \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

L-a\u015f numi pe George Tei poetul cu sufletul \u201ela vedere\u201d. Nimic ascuns. La el nu g\u0103sim \u00eencifr\u0103ri idioate cu preten\u021bii de enigme, nu g\u0103sim \u015farade a c\u0103ror rezolvare nu exist\u0103.\u00a0 G\u0103sim un poet a c\u0103rui metafor\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie, durerea lui doare ca o durere de sf\u00e2nt cuib\u0103rit \u00eentr-un suflet omenesc, ve\u015fnic aflat \u00eentr-o nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 hor\u0103 a sim\u021birilor.
\nS\u0103 nu facem gre\u015feala de a-l cataloga, s\u0103-l ascundem \u00eentr-un curent literar, \u00een vreo orientare artistic\u0103. Poezia lui va scoate la iveal\u0103 tot timpul mereu altceva. \u015ei nu numai acum; m\u00e2ine, peste o vreme, peste vremi.
\nDac\u0103 \u00een \u201eRevine iarna\u2026Eu r\u0103m\u00e2n str\u0103inul\u2026\u201d \u00eel g\u0103sim pe George Tei un bacovian cu tot evantaiul de regrete \u015fi suferin\u021be, \u00een \u201dPas\u0103rea de foc\u201d este cutez\u0103torul, cel ce rena\u015fte precum pas\u0103rea Phoenix din propria-i cenu\u015f\u0103 plin de verb \u015fi nerv poetic, la fel ca Serghei Esenin c\u00e2nd pleac\u0103 de acas\u0103 \u00een universul Rusiei imense.
\nAlteori, p\u0103truns de patosul prefacerilor, apocaliptice parc\u0103, \u015fi-ar dori s\u0103 fac\u0103 minuni pentru fericirea celorlal\u021bi \u2013 \u201eDe-a\u015f fi un os\u201d.
\nCurge versul dur, b\u0103rb\u0103te\u015fte ca la Adrian P\u0103unescu, f\u0103r\u0103 a c\u0103dea \u00een p\u0103catul imita\u021biei.
\n\u00cen versul alb g\u0103sim expresia plin\u0103 de filosofia antic\u0103, prin verdict implicit\u0103 \u015fi altruist\u0103 ce declan\u015feaz\u0103 proprii reflexii \u015fi g\u00e2ndiri din existen\u021bial \u2013 \u201eTrecerea prin iubire\u201d.
\nN-am s\u0103 num\u0103r verbe \u015fi interjec\u021bii, nu doresc \u015fi nu pot s\u0103 fac un inventar al scrisului poetului George Tei, ci doar subliniez c\u0103 avem \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 un poet d\u0103ruit nou\u0103 de Dumnezeu \u015fi el d\u0103ruit cu har luminos de a scrie\u2026<\/p>\n

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