{"id":35713,"date":"2018-02-10T07:22:24","date_gmt":"2018-02-10T07:22:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=35713"},"modified":"2018-02-10T07:22:24","modified_gmt":"2018-02-10T07:22:24","slug":"raluca-faraon-litomorfisme-poeme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/02\/10\/raluca-faraon-litomorfisme-poeme\/","title":{"rendered":"Raluca FARAON: Litomorfisme (poeme)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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GENEZ\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Poemele sunt paji\u015fti \u00eentinse unde pasc lini\u015ftite c\u0103prioare cu ochii bl\u00e2nzi<\/p>\n

aici curg ape bolborosind un esperanto al inimii \u015fi min\u0163ii \u00een r\u0103scruce<\/p>\n

unde timpul alearg\u0103 insomniac de la cap\u0103tul zilei p\u00e2n\u0103 la cel al nop\u0163ii<\/p>\n

cu ochii c\u00e2t cepele c\u0103lc\u00e2nd periodic peste ceasornice \u015fi pendule bete.<\/p>\n

Realitatea z\u0103p\u0103cit\u0103 \u015fi ea refuz\u0103 s\u0103 se trezeasc\u0103 s\u0103 se apuce de treab\u0103<\/p>\n

se ascunde sub pled \u015fi morm\u0103ie \u00eembufnat\u0103 l\u0103s\u00e2nd cuvintele s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o confuzie de identitate s\u0103 se fac\u0103 poem la dou\u0103 la patru m\u00e2ini deodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

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ART\u0102 POETIC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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eu suprarealist poate desuet sau de ne\u00een\u0163eles \u00een cotidianul imediat<\/p>\n

tu postmodernist actual \u015fi cu trimiteri spre audien\u0163a general\u0103<\/p>\n

se poate scrie la confluen\u0163a unor curente literare tocmai pentru c\u0103<\/p>\n

tendin\u0163ele acestea miros \u00een lume a impostur\u0103 \u015fi a orgolii literare<\/p>\n

\u00een final de fapt se scrie pe \u201etastatura interioar\u0103\u201d acolo unde vibreaz\u0103 acut<\/p>\n

\u00een afara timpului \u00een afara spa\u0163iului un amestec bizar de inim\u0103 ra\u0163ional\u0103<\/p>\n

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ATUNCI C\u00c2ND SCRIU\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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femei cu plete lungi \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd din t\u0103lpi<\/p>\n

transform\u0103 strugurii \u00een vin care-\u0163i ia min\u0163ile<\/p>\n

care te face s\u0103 r\u00e2zi \u00een hohotele eliberatoare<\/p>\n

ale uit\u0103rii sinelui albastru ale na\u015fterii sinelui de foc<\/p>\n

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atunci c\u00e2nd scriu<\/p>\n

realitatea devine o panter\u0103 neagr\u0103 \u00eembl\u00e2nzit\u0103<\/p>\n

care toarce o vreme cu ochii sc\u0103p\u0103r\u00e2nd de satisfac\u0163ia<\/p>\n

unei pr\u0103zi s\u00e2nger\u00e2nde care s-a \u00eempotrivit<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t c\u00e2t a fost necesar<\/p>\n

pentru pl\u0103cerea irezistibil\u0103 a v\u00e2n\u0103torii-lupt\u0103<\/p>\n

pe via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi pe moarte<\/p>\n

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doar atunci<\/p>\n

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MUZEUL INIMII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00een piept mi se n\u0103scu brusc o avangard\u0103<\/p>\n

vopsea lemn metal buc\u0103\u0163i de ziar alandala<\/p>\n

c\u00e2teva vegetale ofilite un ghem de c\u00e2l\u0163i<\/p>\n

un suspin un arcu\u015f rupt de vioar\u0103<\/p>\n

la care nici nu s-a c\u00e2ntat vreodat\u0103<\/p>\n

o fug\u0103 de Bach un m\u0103nunchi \u015fuierat de regrete<\/p>\n

o toamn\u0103 bolnav\u0103 o avangard\u0103 care m\u0103 incomodeaz\u0103 la mers<\/p>\n

m\u0103 face s\u0103 tu\u015fesc periodic m\u0103 orbe\u015fte \u00een plin\u0103 zi<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u0103 \u0163ine pe marginea nop\u0163ii p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd la c\u00e2ntatul coco\u015filor<\/p>\n

m\u0103 pr\u0103bu\u015fesc \u00een somnul diurn ca un gardian al muzeului de art\u0103<\/p>\n

plictisit pentru c\u0103 nimeni nu mai viziteaz\u0103<\/p>\n

culoarele art-nouveau ale inimii mele primitoare<\/p>\n

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SCRISOARE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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mi-a\u015f dori s\u0103-\u0163i scriu ca unui prieten, dar mi-e team\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u0103 voi da de un zid gol, peste care s-au pr\u0103v\u0103lit crustacee<\/p>\n

aduse de apa co\u015fmarurilor de zi \u015fi de noapte<\/p>\n

luni am primit un pumn \u00een stomac<\/p>\n

mar\u0163i \u00eenc\u0103 sim\u0163eam gustul s\u00e2ngelui<\/p>\n

miercuri am riscat \u015fi m-am pr\u0103bu\u015fit \u00een gol<\/p>\n

dar m-a prins din spate z\u00e2mbetul bl\u00e2nd al poetului<\/p>\n

care a aruncat poemele peste um\u0103r<\/p>\n

iar ele p\u0103r\u0103sitele s-au ascuns \u00een visele noastre<\/p>\n

de aceea joi am visat c\u0103 sunt o meduz\u0103 peste gura uscat\u0103 a t\u0103cerii tale<\/p>\n

pe care o \u00een\u0103bu\u015feam \u015fi ea sc\u00e2ncea ca un pui de pas\u0103re chinuit de frig<\/p>\n

vineri continuam s\u0103 locuiesc \u00een visele poemelor abandonate<\/p>\n

m-am trezit cu o memorie de \u00eemprumut<\/p>\n

care se ciond\u0103nea cu preten\u0163ia mea de originalitate<\/p>\n

una avea de partea ei greutatea v\u00e2rstei alta elanul adolescentin al ne\u015ftiin\u0163ei<\/p>\n

s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 am alungat la r\u00e2ndul meu poemele \u00een memoria colectiv\u0103<\/p>\n

atunci am fost pe de-a-ntregul original\u0103 \u015fi liber\u0103<\/p>\n

iar duminic\u0103 am respirat u\u015furat\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru c\u0103 nu \u015ftiu s\u0103 scriu nim\u0103nui ca unui prieten<\/p>\n

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DEFINI\u0162IE I<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sunt o fil\u0103 de carte,<\/p>\n

amestec dubios de ap\u0103 \u015fi piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n

De fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 cite\u015fti,<\/p>\n

m\u00e2inile tale se \u00een\u0163eap\u0103 \u00een col\u0163uri t\u0103ioase, se spal\u0103<\/p>\n

apoi de s\u00e2nge \u015fi se \u00eentreab\u0103 firesc dac\u0103 merit\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 o ia de la cap\u0103t\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u00cen jurul meu cresc p\u0103duri de organisme la fel de ciudate:<\/p>\n

amestec de lut \u015fi cioburi, amestec de lemn \u015fi vin gelatinos,<\/p>\n

amestec de arip\u0103 \u015fi ochi de o\u0163el care prive\u015fte fix aurora boreal\u0103<\/p>\n

din lumea mea de litere a\u015fezate corect de la st\u00e2nga la dreapta.<\/p>\n

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Deodat\u0103, literele zboar\u0103 ca \u00een urma unui uragan albastru<\/p>\n

\u015fi fila care sunt caut\u0103 bezmetic o poveste care s-o \u00eembrace.<\/p>\n

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\u00ceNCEPUT<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd cite\u015fti o poezie superb\u0103 care nu \u00ee\u0163i este dedicat\u0103, c\u00e2nd realizezi<\/p>\n

c\u0103 \u00een inima ta st\u0103tea confortabil un b\u0103rbat care m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie pe furi\u015f o alt\u0103 femeie,<\/p>\n

evad\u00e2nd c\u00e2nd nu e\u015fti atent\u0103 \u015fi \u00eentorc\u00e2ndu-se cu un parfum liric necunoscut, amarnic,<\/p>\n

te transformi \u00eentr-o gorgon\u0103, zeitate care scoate pe n\u0103ri poezii ce ard nervoase<\/p>\n

prin care calci \u00een picioare timpul, spa\u0163iul, iar memoria c\u0103rnii o faci curat\u0103 ca lacrima.<\/p>\n

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Dup\u0103 care \u00eel str\u00e2ngi de prin col\u0163ul triste\u0163ii \u00een care l-ai aruncat cu bun\u0103 \u015ftiin\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi-i spui: \u201eVezi, nimeni nu \u015ftie s\u0103 scrie mai bine ca mine, r\u0103m\u00e2i aici \u00een inima mea,<\/em><\/p>\n

tr\u0103ie\u015fte lini\u015ftit \u015fi atinge-mi doar mie arterele cu s\u00e2nge s\u0103lbatic, respira\u0163ia \u00eentret\u0103iat\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

soarbe-mi-o f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103, pentru ca poezia s\u0103 se nasc\u0103 din noi ca un copil fericit care<\/em><\/p>\n

ne \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 pe r\u00e2nd spaimele, vinov\u0103\u0163iile \u015fi goana spre moarte.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

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T\u0102CERE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ai supravie\u0163uit poemelor mele<\/p>\n

\u00een care te alungam periodic,<\/p>\n

ai rezistat pl\u00e2nsului meu insidios<\/p>\n

care curba vocalele \u015fi topea consoanele<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd sensul cuvintelor ame\u0163ea<\/p>\n

\u015fi nimeni nu mai \u00een\u0163elegea nimic.<\/p>\n

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Te-ai pref\u0103cut c\u0103 nu pricepi aluziile culturale,<\/p>\n

dar te-ai \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2nat s\u0103 m\u0103 cite\u015fti p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

emo\u0163ia a g\u00e2tuit r\u0103spunsul pe care mi-l datora<\/p>\n

iubirea ta, de care fugi, \u00eenc\u0103, ru\u015finat \u015fi haotic\u2026<\/p>\n

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LITOMORFISM<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

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ca un zid de piatr\u0103 ro\u015fie sunt anii care s-au scurs \u00eentre noi<\/p>\n

m\u0103 apas\u0103 \u00een t\u00e2mpla st\u00e2ng\u0103 \u015fi-mi murd\u0103resc obrazul de s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

o avalan\u015f\u0103 de cadavre: cuvinte cu zgura amar\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00eentind m\u00e2na, dau de privirea ta fix\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00eencruntat<\/p>\n

\u015fi m\u00e2na m\u0103 doare!<\/p>\n

unde e\u015fti, v\u00e2nt s\u0103lbatic \u015fi tandru?<\/p>\n

au \u00eenflorit toate triste\u0163ile mele adormite<\/p>\n

uite-m\u0103 acolo, plato\u015f\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163a timpului<\/p>\n

\u015fi timpul \u00eengenuncheaz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi chipurile noastre se transfigureaz\u0103<\/p>\n

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TREZIREA \u2013 LAM\u0102 DE CU\u0162IT \u00ceN CARNEA REALIT\u0102\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M\u0103 scufund \u00een apele somnului, cof\u0103 din lemn scorojit: poate<\/p>\n

c\u0103 am s\u0103 uit chipul t\u0103u, poate bra\u0163ele tale se vor destinde<\/p>\n

\u015fi vor deveni grumazul unui arm\u0103sar tandru care m\u0103 poart\u0103,<\/p>\n

arcuindu-m\u0103 \u00een spirala c\u00e2ntecului, dincolo de moarte\u2026<\/p>\n

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\u00cens\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc deodat\u0103 \u00een zgomotul apei r\u0103nite,<\/p>\n

ca \u015fi cum a\u015f aduce din negura f\u00e2nt\u00e2nii cofa \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

ud\u0103, dar complet nefolositoare\u2026<\/p>\n

Din nou femeie cu gura coclit\u0103 de fierea absen\u0163ei,<\/p>\n

din nou carnea-mi f\u0103cut\u0103 \u0163\u0103nd\u0103ri \u00een aerul rece\u2026<\/p>\n

———————–<\/strong><\/p>\n

Raluca FARAON<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bucure\u015fti, 10 februarie 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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