{"id":30380,"date":"2017-06-05T15:06:18","date_gmt":"2017-06-05T15:06:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=30380"},"modified":"2017-06-05T15:06:18","modified_gmt":"2017-06-05T15:06:18","slug":"alexandra-balm-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/06\/05\/alexandra-balm-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Alexandra Balm: Poduri lirice – Poetical bridges (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Alexandra Balm (n\u0103scut\u0103 Dumitrescu) s-a n\u0103scut la Cluj \u00een 1974, unde a studiat la liceele \u201e\u015etiin\u0163ele Naturii\u201d \u015fi \u201eGheorghe \u015eincai\u201d. A absolvit Literele \u00een 1998, iar \u00een 1999 a terminat un masterat de Studii Americane, lucr\u00e2nd cu renumitul anglicist Virgil Stanciu. \u00cen 2001 a propus conceptul de metamodernism<\/em> \u00een literatur\u0103, iar \u00een 2014 a ob\u0163inut titlul de doctor de la Universitatea Otago cu o tez\u0103 despre Metamodernitate \u00een Literatur\u0103<\/em>. Este cercet\u0103toare la Universitatea de Tehnologie din Auckland (Noua Zeeland\u0103), unde studiaz\u0103 pentru un Masterat de Scriere Creativ\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Alexandra scrie poeme, povestiri \u015fi studii literare. A publicat \u00een reviste din Noua Zeeland\u0103, America, Australia \u015fi Europa: Takah\u0113<\/em>, Tui Motu<\/em>, Exquisite Corpse<\/em>, Noise Medium, Double Dialogues<\/em>, Inter-textes<\/em>, Echinox, Tribuna \u015f<\/em>i Creier, Cognitie,\u00a0 Comportament<\/em>, precum \u015fi \u00een volume colective la Rodopi, Facts on File, Napoca Star, Monster Fish. \u00cen 2000 a tradus, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Ioana Nan, Rom\u00e2nii \u015fi Rom\u00e2nia <\/em>de Ioan Aurel Pop (Columbia UP).<\/p>\n

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Alexandra are o minte \u00een continuu fream\u0103t care \u00ee\u015fi g\u0103se\u015fte lini\u015ftea \u00een medita\u0163ie, c\u00e2nd scrie, sau c\u00e2nd se plimb\u0103 de-a lungul Str\u0103zii Birkenhead pe muzica unei simfonii de mirosuri care i-ar face \u015fi pe orbi vizionari. Odat\u0103 pe c\u00e2nd c\u0103l\u0103torea cu trenul \u00een Auckland, citind poezii de Michael Harlow, Nothing for it but to Sing<\/em>, la ie\u015firea dintr-un tunel, \u015fi-a dat seama ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 poezia: acel moment de frumuse\u0163e ce face ca griul unor clipe f\u0103r\u0103 culoare s\u0103 apar\u0103 colorat. E bucuria ce str\u0103luce\u015fte discret desubtul straturilor superficiale ale existen\u021bei, cel mai adesea neb\u0103gat\u0103 \u00een seam\u0103. E muzica neauzit\u0103 pus\u0103 \u00een cuvinte. Un gest spre forma uman\u0103 divin\u0103 din noi to\u0163i.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

Alexandra Balm (n\u00e9e Dumitrescu) was born in 1974, in Cluj, Romania. She has a BA and an MA in American Studies from the University of Cluj, where she worked with the renown Anglicist Virgil Stanciu. In 2001 she proposed the concept of metamodernism<\/em> as a cultural paradigm and a period term. In 2014 she was awarded a PhD from the University of Otago, with a thesis about Metamodernism in Literature<\/em>.\u00a0 She is a part-time researcher at AUT, where she is working for a Master of Creative Writing.<\/p>\n

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Alexandra writes poems, short stories and literary studies. She published in journals in New Zealand, USA, Australia and Europe: Takah\u0113<\/em>, Tui Motu<\/em>, Exquisite Corpse<\/em>, Noise Medium<\/em>, Double Dialogues<\/em>, Inter-textes<\/em>, Echinox, Tribuna <\/em>and Brain, Cognition, Behaviour, <\/em>as well as in collective volumes at Rodopi, Facts on File, Napoca Star, Monster Fish. In 2000 she jointly translated with Ioana Nan Romanians and Romania<\/em> by Ioan Aurel Pop (Columbia UP).<\/p>\n

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Alexandra Balm is a restless questioner who finds respite only when she meditates, writes poems or stories or when she walks down Birkdale Road to a symphony of fragrances that would make even the blind see. One day when she was travelling by train with Michael Harlow\u2019s latest poems Nothing for it but to Sing<\/em>, just when emerging from a bleak tunnel, she realised what poetry is: that moment of beauty that makes the grey of colourless moments colourful. It is the joy that shimmers under the superficial layers of existence, most of the time unseen. It is the unheard music of life put to words. A gesture towards the human form divine that lives in all of us.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PESCARUL <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

toate cuvintele au fost spuse deja
\nunele de nerepetat, de nespus
\nmisterul \u2013 dezv\u0103luit<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

nu a mai r\u0103mas nimic sf\u00e2nt, nimic sacru
\ndup\u0103 ce toate stridiile au fost adunate
\nunele despicate pe loc
\naltele aruncate \u00een saci<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

iar pe\u015ftii \u2013 eviscera\u0163i
\nalinia\u0163i pe plaj\u0103\u00a0 –\u00a0 simboluri f\u0103r\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 ale nimicului
\nmetonimii\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 metafore\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 sinecdoci
\nale adev\u0103rului (ne)epuizat\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0rela\u0163iilor consumate\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 mor\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u00eense\u015fi\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 sau scrierii unui poem<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

pescarul\u00a0se-ndrept\u0103 de \u015fale gata s\u0103 plece
\ncu plasa pe um\u0103r, undi\u0163a \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103
\ncutia cu momeala \u00een st\u00e2nga
\nnu i-a mai r\u0103mas nimic de f\u0103cut<\/p>\n

nimic remarcabil<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

sunetul pa\u015filor s\u0103i
\nzdrobi scoici moarte
\n\u015fi se pierdu \u00een dep\u0103rtare<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

pinctada maxima r\u0103sufla u\u015furat\u0103
\nApoi se \u00eentoarse spre sine<\/p>\n

s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eengrijeasc\u0103 perla ascuns\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

FISHERMAN <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

all the words have been said<\/em><\/p>\n

some unrepeatable<\/em><\/p>\n

the mystery unveiled<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

no sacredness remained<\/em><\/p>\n

after the oysters had been all collected<\/em><\/p>\n

some split on the spot open<\/em><\/p>\n

others deposited in bags<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

and the fish \u2013 gutted<\/em><\/p>\n

they lay on the beach lifeless symbols of nothing<\/em><\/p>\n

metonymies\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0metaphors\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 synecdoches<\/em><\/p>\n

of (no) exhausted truth\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 spent relationships\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 death<\/em><\/p>\n

itself\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 or the writing of a poem<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

the fisherman stretched his back to leave the shore<\/em><\/p>\n

the net on his shoulder, fishing rod in hand<\/em><\/p>\n

baitbox swinging in his left<\/em><\/p>\n

nothing of note was left for him<\/em><\/p>\n

not any more<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

the sound of his footsteps<\/em><\/p>\n

crunched dead shells<\/em><\/p>\n

and faded in the distance<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

pinctada maxima breathed a sigh of relief<\/em><\/p>\n

Then she turned on herself<\/em><\/p>\n

to nurse her secret pearl<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

NOAPTEA DE DUP\u00c3<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00eentunericul nu ne deranja<\/p>\n

farurile alungau cu lumina lor<\/p>\n

umbrele din drum \u2013 reale sau imaginare<\/p>\n

ne-am amintit de crucific\u0103rile zilnice\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u015fi am z\u00e2mbit<\/p>\n

trecutul apar\u0163ine trecutului<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

ne-am minunat excav\u00e2nd \u00een\u0163elesul<\/p>\n

a ceea ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat<\/p>\n

\u0163i-ai trecut m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r<\/p>\n

ne\u00eengr\u0103dit \u015fi liber ca un copil de cinci ani<\/p>\n

copila care nu a fost s\u0103 fie<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

t\u00e2njeam s\u0103 fi avut deta\u015farea<\/p>\n

pe care, sper, o avem acum<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd ne uit\u0103m \u00een urm\u0103<\/p>\n

la \u00eengerul perfect<\/p>\n

care ne-a omor\u00e2t aproape<\/p>\n

prematur<\/p>\n

pe c\u00e2nd nu puteam s\u0103 \u00eenviem<\/p>\n

\u015fi moartea\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 era la fel de definitiv\u0103<\/p>\n

ca \u015fi moartea<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

am descifrat \u00een \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103ri poeme \u015fi pove\u015fti<\/p>\n

ce-au \u00eensemnat mai mult<\/p>\n

dec\u00e2t \u00een\u0163elesul lor<\/p>\n

viermele iart\u0103 plugul<\/p>\n

precum leul\u00a0 iart\u0103<\/p>\n

vulpile \u015fi anghilele<\/p>\n

ce l-au crucificat<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

THE NIGHT AFTER<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

we didn’t mind the dark as we drove<\/em><\/p>\n

the headlights\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 cleared the way of shadows <\/em><\/p>\n

actual and imagined<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 we remembered the daily crucifixions\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and smiled<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the past a thing of the past<\/em><\/p>\n

we wondered <\/em><\/p>\n

and probed the meaning of it all<\/em><\/p>\n

your hand passed through your hair<\/em><\/p>\n

unruly and free as a child before five<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the girl who was never meant\u00a0 to be<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

we longed to have had the detachment we have now<\/em><\/p>\n

as we looked back <\/em><\/p>\n

at the righteous angel\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who almost killed us <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 prematurely<\/em><\/p>\n

when we weren’t able to ressurect<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and death\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 was as definitive\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0as death<\/em><\/p>\n

we read into it poems and stories <\/em><\/p>\n

that meant more <\/em><\/p>\n

than they signified<\/em><\/p>\n

we forgave, grateful to have survived<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

and learned<\/em><\/p>\n

the worm forgives the plough<\/em><\/p>\n

as the lion crucified by foxes and eels<\/em><\/p>\n

stays alive<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

RECUNOA\u015eTERE \u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fionei, cu drag <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

v\u0103d sensul poemelor tale<\/em> mi-a zis<\/p>\n

\u00een tonul neutru al unui email deta\u015fat<\/p>\n

m-am \u00eentrebat dac\u0103 nu a uitat s\u0103 spun\u0103 nu<\/em><\/p>\n

c\u0103ci dup\u0103 aceea t\u0103cerea a urmat
\nce s\u0103 fi spus altceva? ce mai era de zis \u00eenc\u0103? dou\u0103 lumi<\/p>\n

ce se contempl\u0103, cu o privire fix\u0103 \u015fi ferm\u0103, cu ochii pleca\u0163i \u2013 cealalt\u0103 po\u0163i <\/em>s\u0103 cite\u015fti \u00een englez\u0103<\/em> \u00eentrebase de\u015fi eram ucenice \u00een arta scrierii cu s\u00e2nge pe piele de pe\u015fte – alabastru
\navea un masterat de la o universitate de seam\u0103<\/p>\n

conferit ca o recunoa\u015ftere a curajului \u015fi talentului ei
\ndar cum se poate ob\u0163ine o m\u0103sura de-n\u0163elepciune, o doamne?<\/p>\n

un fel de-a-ntreba \u015fi a spune care s\u0103 nu-i m\u00e2nie pe zei?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

dezr\u0103d\u0103cinat\u0103 din zona \u00een care m\u0103 sim\u0163eam protejat\u0103<\/p>\n

acas\u0103 \u00eentre ai mei unde cre\u015fteam \u00een lumina prea bl\u00e2nd\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een v\u00e2ntul ce m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie ca o insect\u0103 ce merge pe ap\u0103, u\u015for, c\u0103tinel<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

acum cu egoul \u015flefuit, ajustat, devenit maleabil\u00a0 \u00een valul cel nou, unde rela\u0163iile curg cu alt sens m-am pierdut vis\u00e2nd la soarele meu stins albastru spre care t\u00e2njesc \u00een respira\u0163ie \u015fi pe buze mereu<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

dar tu, tu, de\u015fi e\u015fti de-a casei cea nou\u0103, at\u00e2t de departe\u00a0\u00a0 de soarele ce-mi adast\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd ai putut s\u0103-mi auzi \u00eentre zgomote aspre vocea t\u0103cut\u0103 ce \u015foptea susur\u00e2nd vocea mea clar\u0103, distinct\u0103 \u015fi brav\u0103, ce vorbea cu aplomb c\u00e2nd c\u00e2inii l\u0103trau f\u0103r\u0103 rost vocea aceea neumbrit\u0103 de emo\u0163ii, inhibi\u0163ii sau lacrimi<\/p>\n

pe care eu \u00eens\u0103mi n-am mai auzit-o de ani care-a fost<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

RECOGNITION \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

To Fiona, with love<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

your poems make sense to me she said
\nin the bland tone of an email message
\nI wondered if she’d accidentally left no out
\nfor silence was quick to follow<\/p>\n

what else could she’ ve told me? what else to be said?
\ntwo worlds contemplating one (staring, eyes averted) another
\nare you comfortable reading in English she asked<\/p>\n

though we were both apprentices in the art of writing<\/p>\n

with blood\u00a0 on fish skin – alabaster<\/p>\n

she had an MA from a school of repute
\nthat recognised her braveness and her talent
\nbut how do you get a degree of kindness, oh gods?<\/p>\n

a way of speaking and asking that doesn\u2019t enrage the beyond?
\nbeing taken from the ease zone
\nof known comfort, reassuring growing
\nego pushed\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 prodded\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 made malleable in the waves
\nof a new world\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 relationships flowing<\/p>\n

I got lost dreaming of my blue set sun that I yearned for<\/p>\n

on my lips and my breath<\/p>\n

but you, you,\u00a0though of the land so far<\/p>\n

from the sun that I longed for in thoughts you,<\/p>\n

you could hear the voice in my head
\nthe one unblurred by nervousness\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 inhibitions\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 or tears
\nthe distinct voice that spoke with aplomb<\/p>\n

that myself haven’t heard in years<\/p>\n

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