{"id":28687,"date":"2017-01-19T15:45:39","date_gmt":"2017-01-19T15:45:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=28687"},"modified":"2017-01-19T15:45:39","modified_gmt":"2017-01-19T15:45:39","slug":"dorina-stoica-%e2%80%9catat-de-imperfecta-ca-doare%e2%80%9d-%e2%80%93-oana-mihaela-pop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/01\/19\/dorina-stoica-%e2%80%9catat-de-imperfecta-ca-doare%e2%80%9d-%e2%80%93-oana-mihaela-pop\/","title":{"rendered":"Dorina Stoica: \u201cAt\u00e2t de imperfect\u0103 c\u0103 doare\u201d \u2013 Oana Mihaela Pop"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Iubesc c\u0103r\u021bile. Caut energia celui care a scris-o \u0219i pic\u0103tura de sacru. \u00centre file st\u0103\u00a0 ascuns un suflet. P\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti\u00a0 lumea ta,\u00a0 te strecori \u00een intimitatea celui care a scris, \u00eent\u00e2rzii pentru un timp acolo, \u00eencerci s\u0103 fii altcineva. E ca \u0219i cum o persoan\u0103 necunoscut\u0103 \u021bi-ar fi l\u0103sat \u00een grij\u0103 un copil pentru un timp.<\/p>\n

Zilele trecute am primit de la Oana Mihaela Pop, cunoscut\u0103\u00a0 destul de vag \u00een mediul virtual,\u00a0 pe Cenaclul\u00a0 qPOEM, o carte de poezie ce poart\u0103 numele\u201d Vinerea cire\u0219elor amare\u201d, ap\u0103rut\u0103 la Editura \u201c\u0218coala Ardelean\u0103\u201d, Cluj Napoca 2016. Cartea\u00a0 a ob\u021binut premiul literar \u201cPetru Poant\u0103\u201d la Festivalul Na\u021bional\u00a0 Literar \u201cVox Napocensis\u201d edi\u021bia a XV-a \u0219i face parte din colec\u021bia cu acela\u0219i nume, coordonat\u0103 de poetul clujean Victor Constantin M\u0103run\u021boiu.\u00a0 Aflat\u0103 la cel de-al doilea volum (debuteaz\u0103\u00a0 \u00een 2015 cu \u201cJum\u0103tate eu, jum\u0103tate demon\u201d, Editura Macedoneanul- Craiova, 2015), Oana este de\u021bin\u0103toarea mai multor premii\u00a0 la concursuri na\u021bionale de poezie.<\/p>\n

\u00cen poemul care deschide volumul poeta se prezint\u0103, poetic, desigur:\u201d recunosc:\/ nu sunt nimic din mine.\/\/ nici m\u0103car o Oan\u0103 nu sunt.\/ din mine ies stoluri de inimi\u201d,\u00a0 \u201cnimeni nu \u0219tie cu adev\u0103rat cine sunt.\/ nu \u0219tiu nici eu, nici tu,\/ nici voi,\/ exist \u0219i nu exist.\/\/\u00a0 totu\u0219i din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd,\/ adun b\u0103t\u0103ile inimii\/ \u0219i stau la o poveste cu Dumnezeu\/ \u00een sala de a\u0219teptare\/\/ uneori din \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219area g\u00e2ndurilor\/ se na\u0219te un poem\u201d.\u00a0 (semn de na\u0219tere)<\/p>\n

Cartea aceasta, catifelat\u0103 ca obrazul unui copil, mi-a transmis un sentiment aparte. F\u0103r\u0103 a fi declarativ\u0103 dragostea poetei pentru Creator este evident\u0103 \u0219i prezent\u0103 aproape \u00een toate poemele.\u00a0 Surprinz\u0103toare este con\u0219tientizarea nimicniciei fiin\u021bei umane, a ei p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, c\u0103ci despre tr\u0103irile sale e vorba \u00een carte. Oana \u00ee\u0219i vede c\u00e2t se poate de clar neputin\u021ba desprinderii de tin\u0103. Cu toate acestea aspira\u021bia spre des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ire exist\u0103, soldat\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 de fiecare dat\u0103 cu un e\u0219ec. Sau poate e doar o manifestare a smereniei\u2026\u201ctrebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc s\u0103 scriu\/ cuvinte interzise.\/\/ mi-e prea sete\/ s\u0103 te respir\/ \u0219i s\u0103-\u021bi sorb visele\/ cu privirea a\u021bintit\u0103 spre cer.\/\/ de ieri,\/ am \u00eenceput s\u0103 te m\u00e2zg\u0103lesc\/ \u00een pa\u0219ii timpului\/ \u0219i-n oasele tuturor sfin\u021bilor\/ nedescoperi\u021bi\/ rug\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 pentru iertarea patimii\/ de a dezveli\/ \u00eenc\u0103 odat\u0103\/ at\u00e2tea cruci crescute \/ \u00een noi.\u201d (prea sete s\u0103 te respir)<\/p>\n

O carte despre un\u00a0 iubit, ce poate fi un om sau chiar Dumnezeu, confesor tainic, ori pretext de a-\u0219i pune \u00eentreb\u0103ri existen\u021biale, aparent simple dar f\u0103r\u0103 de r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n

Lumea, ca un spital de nebuni, o alienare generalizat\u0103 pornit\u0103 de la particular, ajuns un strig\u0103t de disperare cu ecouri ce r\u0103zbat p\u00e2n\u0103 la hotarele lui Dumnezeu: \u201diubite,\/ ne-am certat de at\u00e2tea ori cu\u00a0 cerul,\/ soarele, luna,\/ norii\u2026\/ cu \u00censu\u0219i Dumnezeu,\/ \u00eenc\u00e2t am uitat sunetul t\u0103cerii\/ \u0219i al timpului\/ r\u0103mas s\u0103 zg\u00e2rie timpanele u\u0219ilor Raiului\/ p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul veacului.\/\u201e. (\u00eenc\u0103 z\u00e2mbetul)<\/p>\n

Prezentul este o lume \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een lume, lumea virtualului, un\u00a0 univers rece aflat \u00eentre patru pere\u021bi, \u00een care monitorul este ochiul prin care privim \u0219i suntem privi\u021bi, tr\u0103im! Oamenii, ni\u0219te mor\u021bi vii, \u00eentr-o aparen\u021b\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103. \u201cdin ce \u00een ce mai des tr\u0103im,\/ respir\u00e2nd aerul boln\u0103vicios\/ al unei lumi cu pieptul\/ plin de mucegai\/ \u0219i z\u00e2mbetul mort \u00eentip\u0103rit pe fa\u021b\u0103.\/\/ d\u0103m bun\u0103 ziua invidiei\/ \u0219i curierului pl\u0103tit s\u0103 livreze\/ cump\u0103r\u0103turile on-line;\/ la revedere nu mai zicem deloc.\/ oricum la plecare u\u0219a se \u00eenchide mereu\/ \u0219i nu ne mai aude nimeni.\/\/\u201d, \u201enimeni nu mai vede\/ nimeni nu mai aude\/ \u0219i singurul diagnostic g\u0103sit\/ e supradoza de moarte.\/\/\u201d. ( supradoza de moarte)<\/p>\n

Pe de o parte e con\u0219tiin\u021ba c\u0103 omul e de sorginte divin\u0103, iar pe de alt\u0103 parte o triste\u021be, o lips\u0103\u00a0 de speran\u021b\u0103 \u0219i o neputin\u021b\u0103 a rec\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103rii Edenului pierdut, o viziune aproape apocaliptic\u0103 asupra viitorului, \u201enu\u00a0 mai \u0219tiu sub care copac am \u00eengropat\/ aripile ultimului \u00eenger c\u0103zut\/ \u0219i nu-mi amintesc nici c\u00e2nd.\/\/ mi-e team\u0103.\/\/ de ceva vreme,\/ din p\u0103m\u00e2nt r\u0103sare\/ tot mai mult\u0103\/ cenu\u0219\u0103 a dezn\u0103dejdii.\/\/ \u201d. (amnezie)<\/p>\n

G\u0103sim \u00een aceast\u0103 carte disperarea unei genera\u021bii ce s-a n\u0103scut prea devreme pierz\u00e2ndu-\u0219i speran\u021bele prea cur\u00e2nd. Marionete \u00eentr-o lume \u00een agonie pe care nu o \u00een\u021beleg, ori poate refuz\u0103 s\u0103 o \u00een\u021beleag\u0103! \u201ede cur\u00e2nd,\/ am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 sugrum \u021bipete\/ \u0219i s\u0103 sufoc sentimente\/ cu m\u00e2inile goale,\/ f\u0103r\u0103 niciun regret.\/\/\u201d(spovedanie),\u00a0 de bun\u0103 voie z\u0103vor\u00e2\u021bi \u00eentr-o \u00eenchisoare a cuvintelor, \u201ccu privirea a\u021bintit\u0103 spre cer\u201d, \u201eLa limita absolutului\u201d, \u201ecad\u201d.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 a respinge afirma\u021bia poetei, \u201c\u0219tii foarte bine\/ unui jum\u0103tate demon nu po\u021bi s\u0103-i ceri\/ r\u0103bdarea lui Iov.\/\/\u201d (Spovedanie),\u00a0 \u00eemi permit a-i spune, cu optimismul genera\u021biei mele c\u0103, at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t cealalt\u0103 jum\u0103tate este \u00eenger, \u00eempotriva demonului se poate \u00eencepe oric\u00e2nd \u201cr\u0103zboiul nev\u0103zut\u201d!<\/p>\n

Dorina Stoica<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Iubesc c\u0103r\u021bile. Caut energia celui care a scris-o \u0219i pic\u0103tura de sacru. \u00centre file st\u0103\u00a0 ascuns un suflet. P\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti\u00a0 lumea [&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-28687","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28687","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=28687"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28687\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28690,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28687\/revisions\/28690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28687"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28687"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}