{"id":30869,"date":"2017-07-07T07:02:50","date_gmt":"2017-07-07T07:02:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=30869"},"modified":"2017-07-07T07:02:50","modified_gmt":"2017-07-07T07:02:50","slug":"eugen-dorcescu-%e2%80%93-despre-excelenta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/07\/07\/eugen-dorcescu-%e2%80%93-despre-excelenta\/","title":{"rendered":"Eugen Dorcescu \u2013 Despre excelen\u0163\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Intelectual subtil, foarte instruit, cu mare voca\u0163ie \u015fi generozitate cultural\u0103, cu iubire de carte, de cuv\u00e2ntul tip\u0103rit sau desenat pe fila virtual\u0103 a computerului (a \u00eentemeiat \u015fi conduce o editur\u0103, Mu\u015fatinia, \u015fi o revist\u0103, Melidonium, este fondatoare a Societ\u0103\u021bii Culturale George Radu Melidon din Roman, a realizat ample \u015fi inteligente interviuri cu importante personalit\u0103\u0163i etc.), Doamna Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu<\/strong> se impune, concomitent, \u015fi ca un \u00eenzestrat creator de literatur\u0103, a\u015fa cum probeaz\u0103 cele dou\u0103 volume de poezie publicate p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent: Flori de m\u0103r, 2002 \u015fi \u00cen amurg, 2004. Am avut prilejul s\u0103-l citesc, de cur\u00e2nd, pe cel de al doilea, ap\u0103rut la Editura Timpul, din Ia\u015fi, \u015fi prefa\u0163at, cu pricepere \u015fi acurate\u0163e, de Tudor Ghideanu. Un profil al autoarei ne ofer\u0103 \u015fi Ion Rotaru \u00een O Istorie a literaturii rom\u00e2ne de la origini p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent, Ed. Dacorom\u00e2n\u0103, Bucure\u015fti 2009. Ceea ce urmeaz\u0103 nu sunt altceva dec\u00e2t ni\u015fte simple \u00eensemn\u0103ri, glose, ce mi-au \u00eenso\u0163it \u015fi \u00eencheiat lectura.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Arhitema scrierilor Doamnei Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu pare a fi, potrivit dovezilor pe care textul \u00eensu\u015fi le aduce, excelen\u0163a. Altfel spus, perspectiva superioar\u0103 \u00een care este abordat\u0103 \u015fi \u00een\u0163eleas\u0103 existen\u0163a. Eul porne\u015fte, \u00een aceast\u0103 confruntare, \u00een acest dialog cu lumea, \u00eenarmat cu un set de valori \u2013 morale, artistice, spirituale \u2013 pe care se str\u0103duie\u015fte s\u0103 le p\u0103streze intacte, la care nu poate renun\u0163a: dragostea (\u00een sens larg), bun\u0103tatea (atotcuprinz\u0103toare, vezi o scrisoare a lui Alexandru Vlahu\u0163\u0103 c\u0103tre fiica sa, \u00een sec\u0163iunea secund\u0103 a c\u0103r\u0163ii: \u201es\u0103 fii bun, ca s\u0103 po\u0163i fi fericit\u201d), \u00eencrederea \u00een fiin\u0163a uman\u0103 \u015fi \u00een \u015fansa ei de a ajunge la \u00eemplinire, pre\u0163uirea str\u0103mo\u015filor, ata\u015famentul fa\u0163\u0103 de ceea ce este frumos \u00een peisaj \u015fi \u00een oameni etc. Acest arsenal sui-generis \u00eei d\u0103 eului o mare t\u0103rie, dar, simultan, \u00eel \u015fi fragilizeaz\u0103, expun\u00e2ndu-l asperit\u0103\u0163ilor, provoc\u00e2nd deziluzii:<\/p>\n

\n\u201cC\u00e2nd a c\u0103zut o petal\u0103,<\/strong><\/em>
\n m-am bucurat.<\/strong><\/em>
\n Am crezut c\u0103 va cre\u015fte<\/strong><\/em>
\n Fructul.<\/strong><\/em>
\n Am a\u015fteptat\u2026,dar<\/strong><\/em>
\n el n-a mai ap\u0103rut.<\/strong><\/em>
\n Atunci mi-am dat seama,<\/strong><\/em>
\n c\u00e2t de mult am cerut!\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/em>
\nExist\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, pentru persoana sensibil\u0103, c\u00e2teva solu\u0163ii de via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi c\u00e2teva rezolv\u0103ri poetice, la care nu ezit\u0103 s\u0103 apeleze. Una din ele este visul. Visul lucid (reveria poten\u0163at\u0103 de medita\u0163ie). Iat\u0103-l, configurat, \u015fi transfigurat, \u00een Salcia:<\/p>\n

\n\u201cPletoas\u0103, g\u00e2nditoare , cu pleoapele \u00eenchise<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015ei v\u00e2ntul dezmierd\u00e2ndu-i faldurile grele,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Pe malul solitar al unui r\u00e2u r\u0103mase,<\/em><\/strong>
\n O salcie pletoas\u0103, sub cerul plin de stele.<\/em><\/strong>
\n Era sublim sub lun\u0103, c\u00e2nd briza ne cuprinse,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Cu bra\u0163ele ei grele de frunze \u015fi-nfloriri\u2026<\/em><\/strong>
\n Ne-nfior\u0103 tainic de amintiri apuse,<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015ei-n oglinda apei se-apleac\u0103 murmur\u00e2nd:<\/em><\/strong>
\n Tu la izvor, Eu la v\u0103rsare<\/em><\/strong>
\n ne leg\u0103n\u0103m cu vise \u015fi iubiri,<\/em><\/strong>
\n .. cuprin\u015fi de neuitare! \u201c<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong>
\nApoi, implicarea, decis\u0103, \u00eendr\u0103znea\u0163\u0103, precum \u00een frumos ritmata \u015fi rimata poezie Zefirul:<\/p>\n

\n\u201cZefirul mi-aduse pe arip\u0103,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Un g\u00e2nd de iubire stingher \u2013<\/em><\/strong>
\n Timid, el se arat\u0103 o clip\u0103<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u00cen bl\u00e2nda lumin\u0103, pe cer.<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015ei, v\u00e2ntul se plimb\u0103 prin p\u0103ru-mi\u2026<\/em><\/strong>
\n M-atinge cu pasu-i u\u015for,<\/em><\/strong>
\n M\u0103-ntreab\u0103:<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u201e- Cui vrei s\u0103 te d\u0103rui,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Cu-at\u00e2ta iubire \u015fi dor ?\u201d<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015e-atunci, murmure sfinte, curate \u2013<\/em><\/strong>
\n Buzele-mi calde-\u0163i \u015fopteau<\/em><\/strong>
\n Regretul, c\u0103 nu e\u015fti aproape,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Spun\u00e2ndu-\u0163i mereu \u2026c\u0103 te vreau!\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00cen fine, \u00een\u0163eleapta \u00eemp\u0103care cu ambian\u0163a, cu meritele \u015fi imperfec\u0163iunile ei, acceptarea, cum declar\u0103 poeta \u00eens\u0103\u015fi:<\/p>\n

\n\u201c\u00cen intervale de ani<\/em><\/strong>
\n tipicul Vis se repet\u0103,<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015fi-ntr-o lume paralel\u0103,<\/em><\/strong>
\n cu umerii pleca\u0163i p\u0103\u015fesc<\/em><\/strong>
\n potrivindu-mi pa\u015fii<\/em><\/strong>
\n cu t\u0103cerea din regresul cuvintelor\u2026<\/em><\/strong>
\n Un v\u00e2nt pribeag m\u0103 poart\u0103<\/em><\/strong>
\n peste p\u0103m\u00e2ntul verde,<\/em><\/strong>
\n z\u0103mislitor de via\u0163\u0103<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u015fi-n m\u00e2ini cuprind \u00eenfiorat\u0103<\/em><\/strong>
\n izvoarele cu ap\u0103 cristalin\u0103<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u00een care m\u0103 privesc ca-ntr-oglind\u0103\u2026<\/em><\/strong>
\n A\u015ftept \u015fi Tac,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Pl\u00e2ng \u015fi Z\u00e2mbesc<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u2026Tr\u0103iesc!\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong>
\nAceste forme ale particip\u0103rii sunt contrabalansate, \u00eens\u0103, \u015fi, \u00eentr-o m\u0103sura apreciabil\u0103, contrazise chiar, de retragere, de recul, de evadare. Mai \u00eent\u00e2i, spre edenul copil\u0103riei, unde vegheaz\u0103, protectoare, de neuitat, umbrele bunicilor (s\u0103 se vad\u0103 Bunica, Bunicul, Acas\u0103). Dar trecerea timpului n\u0103ruie sau, m\u0103car, decoloreaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi amintirile, iar inima resimte cu durere lucrarea vremii:<\/p>\n

\n\u201cM\u0103-ndrept spre casa bunicilor,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Dar ea m\u0103 prime\u015fte pustie \u015fi goal\u0103.<\/em><\/strong>
\n M\u0103-ntorc spre c\u0103minul p\u0103rin\u0163ilor<\/em><\/strong>
\n ca o pas\u0103re care,<\/em><\/strong>
\n dup\u0103 ce \u015fi-a luat zborul,<\/em><\/strong>
\n \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 cuibul plin de<\/em><\/strong>
\n penele ce i-au c\u0103zut din aripi.<\/em><\/strong>
\n M\u0103-ntorc la fiin\u0163a iubit\u0103,<\/em><\/strong>
\n cu sufletul plin de dragoste,<\/em><\/strong>
\n s\u0103-i spun c-a fost cu mine mereu!<\/em><\/strong>
\n M\u0103-ntorc, spre tot ce-a fost<\/em><\/strong>
\n triste\u0163e \u015fi bucurie\u2026<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u015fi
\nVreau s\u0103 retr\u0103iesc totul\u2026<\/em><\/strong>
\n pentru c\u0103 timpul devine un ho\u0163<\/em><\/strong>
\n al v\u00e2rstelor \u015fi fuge\u2026fuge\u2026fuge\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u015ei atunci? Cum s\u0103 se sustrag\u0103 eul acestei terori a dezol\u0103rii, acestei nemiloase curgeri ce duce \u015fi nimice\u015fte totul? Exist\u0103 vreo speran\u0163\u0103 pentru suflet?
\nExist\u0103, desigur. Ceva stabil, ceva care hr\u0103ne\u015fte noble\u0163ea sentimentelor, civilitatea, ceva ce genereaz\u0103 virtu\u0163ile cardinale (credin\u0163a, n\u0103dejdea, dragostea) : Duhul, aspira\u0163ia spiritual\u0103. Aceasta este tema ciclului Lumina din ad\u00e2nc, sec\u0163iunea forte a c\u0103r\u0163ii, cuprinz\u00e2nd texte situate la limita dintre proz\u0103 \u015fi poem \u015fi dedicate, \u00een cea mai mare parte, M\u0103n\u0103stirii Agapia. Aici mi se pare c\u0103 autoarea se exprim\u0103 pe deplin, aici intuim \u015fi substan\u0163a \u015fi vastitatea orizontului s\u0103u l\u0103untric. \u00cen enigmatica fraz\u0103 final\u0103, spre exemplu: \u201cNu a\u015ftepta pe nimeni\u2026 nu a\u015ftepta nimic!\u201d
\nM-a\u015f bucura s\u0103 lecturez, c\u00e2t mai cur\u00e2nd, o carte intitulat\u0103, poate, chiar a\u015fa, Agapia, \u015fi semnat\u0103 Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu.<\/p>\n

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Eugen Dorcescu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timi\u0219oara<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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