{"id":42184,"date":"2018-12-20T14:30:49","date_gmt":"2018-12-20T14:30:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=42184"},"modified":"2018-12-20T14:30:49","modified_gmt":"2018-12-20T14:30:49","slug":"florica-patan-lumea-perceputa-ca-margine%e2%80%9d-in-poetica-lui-viorel-birtu-piraianu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/12\/20\/florica-patan-lumea-perceputa-ca-margine%e2%80%9d-in-poetica-lui-viorel-birtu-piraianu\/","title":{"rendered":"Florica PATAN: Lumea perceput\u0103 ca ,,margine\u201d \u00een poetica lui Viorel Birtu-P\u00eer\u0103ianu"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>,,Ar fi o mare gre\u0219eal\u0103 \u2013 care ar contrazice esen\u021ba poeziei \u2013 s\u0103 se afirme c\u0103 fiecare poem corespunde unei anumite inten\u021bii reale \u0219i unice a autorului. Versurile mele au sensul care li se d\u0103 \u00een momentul lecturii<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

(Paul Val\u00e9ry)<\/p>\n

Versurile poetului Viorel Birtu-Piraianu, centrate pe eul cunoa\u0219terii, pun\u00e2ndu-\u0219i \u00eentreb\u0103ri mereu reluate pentru a g\u0103si r\u0103spunsuri \u00eentr-o lume incert\u0103, nesigur\u0103, cu ambiguit\u0103\u021bi formale \u0219i de ad\u00e2ncime, insecurizant\u0103 \u0219i tot mai obscur\u0103, mediocr\u0103, obosit\u0103, imperfect\u0103, configureaz\u0103 imaginea unui univers al triste\u021bilor \u0219i durerilor sale.<\/p>\n

Cele dou\u0103 perspective prin care poetul ilustreaz\u0103 propria experien\u021b\u0103 ontologic\u0103 sunt percep\u021bia lumii \u0219i a g\u00e2ndului ca \u201emargine\u201d, \u201ecap\u0103t\u201d, \u201esf\u00e2r\u0219it\u201d, \u201efinal\u201d, sufletul zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentr-un c\u00e2mp semantic pres\u0103rat cu \u201estrig\u0103t\u201d, \u201e \u021bip\u0103t\u201d, \u201elacrim\u0103\u201d, \u201edurere\u201d \u0219i \u201epl\u00e2ns\u201d al acestei lumi , iar cea de a doua perspectiv\u0103 este aceea a disolu\u021biei realit\u0103\u021bii \u0219i scurgerea destinului \u00een \u201esingur\u0103tate\u201d, \u201eumbr\u0103\u201d, \u201edelir\u201d, \u201emasc\u0103\u201d, \u201epulbere\u201d \u0219i \u201escrum\u201d, o arhitectur\u0103 poetic\u0103 transpus\u0103 \u00een propriul imaginar \u0219i perceput\u0103 ca substan\u021b\u0103 a realit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Se deschide astfel \u201eu\u0219a amintirilor\u201d \u0219i eul liric p\u0103trunde pe un t\u0103r\u00e2m volatil al marginilor, al \u201et\u0103cerilor nespuse\u201d, un pustiu al unui \u201eultim drum\u201d, iar \u201eg\u00e2ndurile \u021bip\u0103 un nume\u201d, ca o confesiune a con\u0219tiin\u021bei
\npoetice de esen\u021b\u0103 tragic\u0103. Subiectul \u0219i obiectul cunoa\u0219terii, lumea, a\u0219a cum este ea, via\u021ba \u0219i moartea deopotriv\u0103, nu mai apar \u00een forma unor cercuri circumscrise, care nici m\u0103car ne se mai intersecteaz\u0103, ci apar \u00een forma unor planuri diferite ale cunoa\u0219terii, ca cercuri exterioare unul celuilalt. De aici senza\u021bia de pierdere a echilibrelor existen\u021biale, dezolarea, spiritul debusolat \u0219i oglinzile sale multiplicate, cu deform\u0103ri ale realit\u0103\u021bilor percepute de poetul \u00eensetat de cunoa\u0219tere a lumii \u0219i a sinelui.<\/p>\n

Propriul \u201eeu\u201d, \u00een \u00eencercarea de recuperare a reperelor armoniei pierdute, m\u0103rturise\u0219te dezolat c\u0103 \u201ea\u0219tept \u00een ne\u0219tire\u201d, \u201et\u0103cerea m\u0103 doare\u201d, \u201em\u0103 ardeau cuvintele, ninge \u0219i scriu\u201d, \u201eo vioar\u0103 mai c\u00e2nt\u0103\u201d, dar \u201emelodia e alta\u201d, prefigur\u00e2ndu-i \u00eenstr\u0103inarea .(\u201eUltimul vals\u201d)<\/p>\n

Poetul are percep\u021bia armoniei universale pierdute, devenit\u0103, halucinant, dizarmonie \u0219i se exprim\u0103 \u00een versuri libere, f\u0103r\u0103 ritm \u0219i rim\u0103 el p\u0103r\u00e2nd a-\u0219i c\u0103uta propria caden\u021b\u0103, propriul ritm \u00een acest univers \u00een care \u201ep\u0103\u0219eam\u201d \u201ela cap\u0103t de timp\u201d, \u201eprea obosit\u201d, \u201eprea trist\u201d, \u201eghemuit \u00een mine\u201d, c\u0103ci p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i lumina d\u0103t\u0103toare odinioar\u0103 de \u00eencredere, for\u021b\u0103 vital\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencredere, acum \u201epl\u00e2nge\u201d.(\u201eLacrima luminii\u201d)<\/p>\n

Lirismul decurge din tr\u0103irea ultimei sufl\u0103ri, purt\u00e2nd \u00een sine cuv\u00e2ntul \u00een singur\u0103tate, acea singur\u0103tate care nu-i mai permite poetului (re)construc\u021bia de sine, ci \u00eel debusoleaz\u0103 \u0219i-i creeaz\u0103 o stare de insecuritate, iar cuv\u00e2ntul \u00eensu\u0219i se vede ajuns \u201ela cap\u0103t\u201d (\u201eLa cap\u0103tul cuv\u00e2ntului\u201d), ca un fatal cap\u0103t al r\u0103bd\u0103rii, al sf\u00e2r\u0219itului, un final absolut.<\/p>\n

De altfel ideea de margine \u0219i cap\u0103t, care poate fi de G\u00c2ND, de cuv\u00e2nt, de timp, de via\u021b\u0103, de drum, str\u0103bate construc\u021bia liric\u0103 a poetului Viorel Birtu-Piraianu, care uziteaz\u0103 cu subtilitate de serii sinonimice \u0219i antonimice de termeni conferind versurilor sale accente meditative \u00een profunzimi de ape dramatic versatile. Strig\u0103tul poate fi \u021bip\u0103t, lacrima se identific\u0103 total cu pl\u00e2nsul, conceptul de singur\u0103tate poate primi conota\u021bii poetice diverse, ea poate \u00eensemna \u201et\u0103cere\u201d, \u201edurere\u201d sau \u201erana\u201d din
\nsuflet (\u201eAmurg\u201d) ; \u201eaici\u201d poate fi \u201dacolo\u201d sau \u201eoriunde\u201d, poate chiar \u201eundeva\u201d ; \u201eacum\u201d, penduleaz\u0103 indeterminant, \u00eentre \u201eatunci\u201d, \u201ec\u00e2ndva\u201d, \u201eazi\u201d, sau \u201eieri\u201d ; ambiguitatea substan\u021belor confer\u0103 o imagistic\u0103 volatil\u0103 spa\u021biului cunoa\u0219terii precum \u00een oglinzi deformante \u00een care realul se confund\u0103 cu virtualul : acest veac pare a fi \u201ealt veac\u201d \u0219i drumul pare a fi \u201ealtul\u201d, existen\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i cade \u00een incertitudini, de aici, debusolarea, r\u0103t\u0103cirea \u0219i, fatalmente, neputin\u021ba cuprinderii a ceea ce este esen\u021bial, acel ceva ce pare c\u0103 ne scap\u0103 tuturor, \u00centregul real, din care s-ar p\u0103rea c\u0103 distingem doar p\u0103r\u021bile, pic\u0103turile, fragmentele, dup\u0103 opinia lui Ralf Waldo Emerson .<\/p>\n

\u00cen al doilea r\u00e2nd, dincolo de percep\u021bia lumii \u0219i a sufletului \u00een drumul labirintic parcurs, poetul identific\u0103 umbre delirante, m\u0103\u0219ti \u0219i g\u00e2nduri care-i vorbesc despre disolu\u021bia lumii moderne, termeni ce evoc\u0103 planuri ale reflectivit\u0103\u021bii lirice, autoreferen\u021bialit\u0103\u021bi privind timpul fiin\u021b\u0103rii, vremile \u201escufundate\u201d ale tr\u0103irii noastre, lumea actual\u0103 :
\n\u201eMi-e sufletul o trist\u0103 lir\u0103 \/ r\u0103t\u0103citor prin via\u021ba asta \/ o lume piere l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \/ azi nu mai am puterea \/ s\u0103 \u021bip, s\u0103 strig , s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng \/ alte vremuri scufundate \/ delirul unui g\u00e2nd arz\u00e2nd aduc cu mine timpul \/ ce poate odat\u0103 \u00eel vom str\u0103bate \/ r\u0103suflarea m\u0103rii \/ ast\u0103zi nomad, \/ aud chem\u0103ri din alte z\u0103ri \/ vor trece alte cuvinte \/ lumin\u00e2nd feeric cerul \/ atunci, acolo, voi z\u00e2mbi fericit\u201d. ( Ad\u00e2nci chem\u0103ri\u201d)
\n\u00cen viziunea poetului Viorel Birtu \u2013P\u00eer\u0103ianu \u201eapune o lume seac\u0103\u201d, ea se fr\u00e2nge, iar lacrima nu mai ajunge s\u0103 sting\u0103 durerea \u0219i, spune el, \u201em\u0103 strig\u0103 destinul\u201d, \u201em\u0103 \u00een\u021beap\u0103 \u0219i spinii\u201d, via\u021ba \u00eensemn\u00e2nd, cu un substrat metatextual biblic, simbolic, urcarea pe Golgota a durerilor existen\u021biale, precum suferin\u021ba \u00eendurat\u0103 de Hristos.<\/p>\n

Viorel-Birtu-P\u00eer\u0103ianu are percep\u021bia noncomunic\u0103rii \u0219i a pendul\u0103rii \u00eentre \u201eun veac\u201d sau \u201ealt veac\u201d , \u201etot f\u0103r\u0103 rost \/ tot f\u0103r\u0103 leac \/ prin trup trec t\u0103ceri \/ lugubre t\u0103ceri, spre infinit \/ \u00eentr-un alai de mult sf\u00e2r\u0219it\u201d (\u201ePa\u0219i\u201d), cu oameni, \u201epalide umbre\u201d, cu vie\u021bi r\u0103t\u0103cite \u201epe aici, pe undeva\u201d, luna are, \u0219i ea, \u201emasca\u201d ei ; \u201eacum po\u021bi s\u0103 spui, \/ \u0219tiu, \u0219tiu, \/ n-ai cui s\u0103 spui.\u201d
\nEste, poate cel mai dureros adev\u0103r, acela al imposibilit\u0103\u021bii comunic\u0103rii interumane, al retragerii omului \u00een sine \u0219i al izol\u0103rii lui fa\u021b\u0103 de umanitate, poetul \u00eensu\u0219i sim\u021bindu-se \u201e\u00eenchis \u00eentr-un g\u00e2nd\u201d. (\u201eUmbre pedrum\u201d)<\/p>\n

Timpul, coordonat\u0103 definitorie a lumii, intr\u0103 \u00een disolu\u021bie, el \u201epiere \u00een pulbere \u0219i scrum\u201d, pl\u00e2nge ca un curs de ape, pe Mure\u0219 sau Olt ; prin Carpa\u021bi apune o lume, iar noi r\u0103m\u00e2nem tot pe acela\u0219i \u201et\u0103r\u00e2m ireal\u201d, versurile \u00eentrup\u00e2ndu-se organic din izvoare ale realit\u0103\u021bii tivite \u00een pl\u0103smuirea imaginativ\u0103 \u00een care v\u0103zutele \u0219i nev\u0103zutele condenseaz\u0103 anumite paralelisme, poetica lui Viorel Birtu-P\u00eer\u00e2ianu fiind acea construc\u021bie a lumii \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00een melancolie \u0219i triste\u021be ad\u00e2nc\u0103, uneori \u00een lacrimi ce curg pe ziduri \u0219i \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n

Alt\u0103dat\u0103 con\u0219tiin\u021ba liric\u0103, debusolat\u0103, cunosc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i neputin\u021ba \u00een aflarea adev\u0103rului, opteaz\u0103 pentru ie\u0219irea din propriul sacrificiu pentru cunoa\u0219tere, perceput ca o r\u0103stignire, \u0219i transfigureaz\u0103 simbolic destinul, prin r\u0103stignirea timpului, ca o tentativ\u0103 de recuperare, de c\u00e2\u0219tigare a unui refugiu existen\u021bial.<\/p>\n

Fiu de preot , Viorel Birtu-P\u00eer\u0103ianu imagineaz\u0103 intuitiv, \u00eentr-un onirism simbolic \u0219i simetric biblic, aceast\u0103 refugiere \u00een propria stingere, prefigur\u00e2nd \u00een \u201eCrucea\u201d un univers poetic cu lum\u00e2nare \u0219i cuie biblice, ca spa\u021biu poten\u021bial-imaginar al lumii de dincolo, o stare dezolant\u0103 de descompunere fizic\u0103 a sinelui \u0219i a lumii \u201ePutrezesc \u00een locuri descompuse \/ tr\u0103iesc dincolo \/ visez g\u00e2nduri \/ un drum cu ochii deschi\u0219i \u0219i \/ lum\u00e2narea picur\u0103 \u00eencet \/ lumea la lumina \u00eentunecat\u0103 a lunii \/ am \u00eenchis ochii o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 \/ poate sf\u00e2r\u0219itul trecuse de mine \/ f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tiu, \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat \/ m-am desprins din cuie \/ r\u0103stignind timpul pe o cruce\u201d. (\u201eCrucea\u201d)<\/p>\n

Intrarea \u0219i ie\u0219irea din starea de crucificare a propriului destin, senza\u021bia de pendulare \u00eentre a \u0219ti \u0219i a nu \u0219ti, a \u00een\u021belege \u0219i a nu \u00een\u021belege reconfigureaz\u0103 aceea\u0219i incertitudine sau ambiguitate a cunoa\u0219terii poetice, subiectul \u0219i obiectul cunoa\u0219terii afl\u00e2ndu-se \u00een sfere cognitivediferite, netangen\u021biale, sunt acum \u201em\u0103\u0219ti\u201d ale unui vizionarism poetic, dincolo de echilibrul ra\u021bionalit\u0103\u021bii, ca \u00eentr-un spectacol absurd.<\/p>\n

Poezia este un c\u00e2mp al complexit\u0103\u021bilor tr\u0103irii, iar poetul, alchimistul triste\u021bii. El ne conduce \u00eentr-o lume cu imagini, sunete, gust \u0219i parfum ale senza\u021biilor \u0219i percep\u021biilor sale ce poart\u0103 amprenta imaginarului poetic, abstractizat \u00een vise, t\u0103ceri, elemente din natura primordial\u0103, a \u00eenceputului de lume \u0219i de istorie, cu trimiteri dureroase la r\u0103stignirea M\u00e2ntuitorului, pe care \u00eencearc\u0103 simbolic s\u0103 \u0219i-o asume.<\/p>\n

Verbul s\u0103u este expresia cunoa\u0219terii din perspectiva subiectiv\u0103 a propriului eu liric, \u00eentr-o realitate transfigurat\u0103 cov\u00e2r\u0219itor, metaforic, ca un izvor de ape \u0219i sentimente curg\u00e2nd frenetic \u00een sonoritatea diamantin\u0103 a limbii rom\u00e2ne : \u201er\u0103t\u0103ceam \u00eentr-un g\u00e2nd\u201d ; \u201ea\u0219tept \u00een ne\u0219tire\u201d ; \u201et\u0103cerea m\u0103 doare ; ,,ninge cu lacrimi\u201d ;\u201d \u201e tr\u0103iesc \u00een ultima suflare a lumii ucise\u201d ; \u201eport \u00een mine cuv\u00e2ntul\u201d ; \u201eg\u00e2ndurile \u021bip\u0103 \u00een mine\u201d ; \u201esunt parte din lacrima luminii\u201d ; \u201eam g\u0103sit o \u0219oapt\u0103\u201d ; \u201ep\u0103\u0219esc la cap\u0103t de timp\u201d ; \u201eaud chem\u0103ri\u201d; \u201eeram izvor de ape\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

FLORICA PATAN, <\/strong><\/p>\n

19 decembrie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

http:\/\/confluente.org\/florica_patan_1545222740.html<\/p>\n

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