{"id":44580,"date":"2019-04-23T06:34:56","date_gmt":"2019-04-23T06:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=44580"},"modified":"2019-04-23T09:29:37","modified_gmt":"2019-04-23T09:29:37","slug":"ioan-popoiu-%e2%80%9epoezia-daca-nu-este-un-mod-de-viata-arunci-nu-este-decat-un-moft-o-toamna-%e2%80%9d-interviu-cu-ioan-pop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2019\/04\/23\/ioan-popoiu-%e2%80%9epoezia-daca-nu-este-un-mod-de-viata-arunci-nu-este-decat-un-moft-o-toamna-%e2%80%9d-interviu-cu-ioan-pop\/","title":{"rendered":"Ioan POPOIU: \u201ePoezia, dac\u0103 nu este un mod de via\u021b\u0103, atunci nu este dec\u00e2t un moft, o toan\u0103…\u201d INTERVIU cu Ioan POP"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Ioan POPOIU: Ioan, \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc pentru amabilitatea de a r\u0103spunde \u00eentreb\u0103rilor acestui interviu. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioan, cum te percepi ca poet? Ce spui\u00a0 tu despre tine? Cine este Ioan Pop?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>E pl\u0103cut \u0219i m\u0103gulitor s\u0103 fii numit astfel, la cap\u0103tul vie\u021bii, dup\u0103 ce \u021bi-ai ars toate candelele \u0219i nu prea mai ai ce oferi.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E mult\u0103 mizerie \u00een via\u021ba unui poet, dac\u0103, desigur, \u00ee\u0219i face o profesiune de credin\u021b\u0103 din aceast\u0103 retoric\u0103. Arta poetic\u0103 se construie\u0219te pe mai multe paliere, \u0219i, la fiecare nivel, se comport\u0103 diferit, vede \u00een alt\u0103 lumin\u0103 sau orbe\u0219te complet, dar lucrurile \u0219i subiectul contempla\u021biei r\u0103m\u00e2n acelea\u0219i.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eu m-am hr\u0103nit din complexe, neajunsuri \u0219i infirmit\u0103\u021bi, nu din orgoliul celui ce particip\u0103 la o mare competi\u021bie. Poetul Ioan Pop nu difer\u0103 prea mult de omul cu acela\u0219i nume. Dac\u0103 nu sunt poet, atunci nu mai \u00eensemn nimic… Nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t\u0103 valoare are ceea ce scriu…, nu m-a preocupat niciodat\u0103, cu adev\u0103rat, s\u0103 aflu pe unde stau, \u0219i nici nu cred c\u0103 e s\u0103n\u0103tos pentru spirit. Altminteri, n-am fost niciodat\u0103 mul\u021bumit de mine. Nici acum nu sunt…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 N-am avut niciodat\u0103 un statut onorabil \u00een via\u021ba social\u0103, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nu m-am putut adapta niciunui sistem. Am fost un paria, de\u0219i am f\u0103cut eforturi lamentabile, p\u00e2n\u0103 la ridicol, s\u0103-mi fac un \u201erost\u201d… Mi-am pierdut vremea… Lumea asta nu e de mine, dar mi-a luat ceva timp s\u0103 aflu… Nu e vorba de resemnare, dar am obosit s\u0103 mai cred \u00een mine sau \u00een al\u021bii…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M-am n\u0103scut cu o umbr\u0103 sufleteasc\u0103…\u0219i am tr\u0103it ca o ran\u0103, mereu s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Iubirea este aceea, care m-a \u021binut \u00een via\u021b\u0103, \u0219i arta. To\u021bi cei ce m-au iubit, vremelnic desigur, au f\u0103cut groz\u0103via s\u0103-mi salveze suflarea… Tot lor le datorez \u0219i opera mea, singura isprav\u0103 compatibil\u0103 cu ideea de om, \u00eentruc\u00e2t, dintr-un moment anume, n-am f\u0103cut dec\u00e2t s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenstr\u0103inez, s\u0103-mi uit sorgintea…nu mai voiam s\u0103 fiu cu mine, m\u0103 dispre\u021buiam… \u00cen consecin\u021b\u0103, m-am rev\u0103rsat \u00een al\u021bii, \u00eentruc\u00e2t moartea nu e niciodat\u0103 o solu\u021bie, dec\u00e2t din vreo perspectiv\u0103 religioas\u0103. E teribil\u0103 starea mor\u021bii!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i acum tr\u0103iesc \u00een \u0219i prin al\u021bii…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fire\u0219te c\u0103 \u00een aceast\u0103 ipostaz\u0103 pierzi definitiv lucrurile de sub control, \u00eentruc\u00e2t oamenii sunt extrem de orgolio\u0219i…dar nu mai aveam ce pierde. Deja credeam c\u0103 pierdusem tot… Pierderea, \u00eens\u0103, s-a dovedit, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, un mare c\u00e2\u0219tig. Da, mi-am c\u00e2\u0219tigat dreptul la nesim\u021bire \u0219i m-am apucat de scris… \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, scriam \u00een libertate deplin\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 mustrare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u0103catul, \u00eens\u0103, e c\u0103, odat\u0103 cu anii \u0219i cu \u00eencerc\u0103rile prin care am trecut, peste lecturile din tinere\u021be a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se a\u0219tearn\u0103 uitarea. Recitesc, furibund, tot ce am nevoie pentru a-mi p\u0103stra rudenia cu autorii \u00een umbra c\u0103rora am crescut…p\u0103gubit, \u00eens\u0103, de extazul cu care le savuram, alt\u0103dat\u0103, g\u00e2ndurile. S-a instalat o iarn\u0103 a spiritului peste ideile unor filosofi, bun\u0103oar\u0103, dar mi-a fost dor de ei, tare dor!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dar hotarele poeziei sunt nem\u0103rginite, primejdioase \u0219i extrem de abrupte, pe alocuri… \u00cencerc s\u0103 compensez uitarea cu explorarea zonelor interzise, \u00eens\u0103 p\u0103strez r\u0103d\u0103cinile \u0219i esen\u021bele mo\u0219tenite, cu sfin\u021benie.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Imensa libertate pe care o ofer\u0103 poezia izvor\u0103\u0219te, paradoxal, din neghiobia c\u0103 poe\u021bii nu sunt lua\u021bi \u00een serios.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ar mai fi multe de spus, iubi\u021bii mei, dar toate lucrurile trebuie s\u0103 aib\u0103 un sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc, Ioan! Mi-a f\u0103cut bine spovada.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: S\u0103 vorbim despre origini, familie, p\u0103rin\u021bi, sat natal!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce ne po\u021bi spune?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Ramurile sorgintei mele sunt c\u00e2t se poate de modeste, f\u0103r\u0103 str\u0103lucirea voca\u021biei \u00een ceva sau din ceva… \u00cemi sunt destul de confuze, \u0219terse \u0219i metaforice datele despre bunicii mei, bun\u0103oar\u0103, care s-au stins \u00eenainte ca eu s\u0103 v\u0103d lumina zilei. Doar pe v\u0103duvele lor le-am v\u0103zut \u00een via\u021b\u0103, dar nici despre ele nu-mi amintesc mare lucru. Din istorisirile p\u0103rin\u021bilor \u0219i m\u0103tu\u0219ilor mele, \u0219tiu c\u0103 am\u00e2ndoi bunicii fuseser\u0103 veterani de r\u0103zboi, decora\u021bi, ulterior, \u0219i infirmi, cu \u00eensemnele \u0219i demnit\u0103\u021bile\u00a0 Austro-Ungariei. \u0218i tat\u0103l meu a fost veteran de r\u0103zboi, dar a luptat \u00een armata rom\u00e2n\u0103… \u00cenzestrat cu sechele \u0219i amarnic r\u0103spl\u0103tit cu c\u00e2teva iug\u0103re de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, a g\u0103sit luciditatea, puterea, dragostea \u0219i voin\u021ba de via\u021b\u0103. A fost un om extrem de puternic, un Hercul, din toate punctele de vedere.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00cent\u00e2ia lui so\u021bie i-a n\u0103scut trei fete, dup\u0103 care a murit, din c\u00e2te \u0219tiu eu, secerat\u0103 de cancer. Mama mea i-a d\u0103ruit, mai \u00eent\u00e2i, un b\u0103iat…\u00een al doilea an, o fat\u0103…\u00een al treilea, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, m-am n\u0103scut eu…dar nu eram un Hercul…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 R\u0103d\u0103cinile ne sunt r\u0103mase undeva prin Mun\u021bii B\u00e2rg\u0103ului, unde se tr\u0103ia din respira\u021bia cailor \u0219i vitelor pentru lapte.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Doar din vocea tat\u0103lui meu pot \u021bese, pragmatic oarecum, drama acelor ani de trud\u0103 \u0219i de migra\u021bii…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bii din casa tat\u0103lui meu au fugit \u00een \u021aara Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103, unde au \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat me\u0219te\u0219ugul t\u00e2mpl\u0103riei \u0219i s\u0103 se bat\u0103 pe front. Dumitru, tat\u0103l meu, nu avea dec\u00e2t paisprezece ani, mezin fiind \u0219i el, ca \u0219i mine.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Locul \u00een care m-am n\u0103scut acum se nume\u0219te Livezile, dar atunci se numea Iad…c\u0103ci era un sat s\u0103sesc, nu departe de Tureac, satul natal al p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei. Dar nu \u00eemplinisem nici doi ani c\u00e2nd ne-am mutat, cu chirie, \u00een Aldrof, Unirea de ast\u0103zi, tot o localitate s\u0103seasc\u0103, de la periferia ora\u0219ului Bistri\u021ba.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu prea mai \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 numesc \u201enatal\u201d, dar aici am copil\u0103rit, unde \u0219i scriu… Mi-e drag locul acesta, dar mi-e str\u0103in cumva, din cauza \u201eumbrei\u201d despre care v-am vorbit, ca r\u0103spuns la prima \u00eentrebare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cenainte de a fugi eu \u00eensumi \u00een str\u0103in\u0103tate, \u00eemi spuneam:<\/p>\n

\u201ePe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, eu oriunde sunt acas\u0103 sau str\u0103in.\u201d Dar n-am putut scrie dec\u00e2t aici.<\/p>\n

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

Ioan POPOIU: Exist\u0103 o magie a locului natal?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Doar puritatea sufleteasc\u0103, sf\u00e2nta ei naivitate \u0219i \u201esc\u0103ld\u0103toarea\u201d iubirii mai repar\u0103 stric\u0103ciunile ra\u021biunii \u0219i isteria devenirii \u00een v\u00e2nzoleala social\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eu tr\u0103iesc foarte intens r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele \u201emateriei\u201d din care mi-am construit primele imagini despre via\u021b\u0103, univers \u0219i Divinitate, dar mi-am pierdut puritatea \u0219i o bun\u0103 parte din emo\u021biile constructive.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ce s\u0103 spun?… Mi-a\u0219 dori s\u0103 mai fiu copil, dar nu at\u00e2t de naiv!… \u00cen mod sigur, \u00eens\u0103, nu m-a\u0219 fi bucurat de vreo fericire, dac\u0103 m-ar fi \u00eenzestrat Dumnezeu, prin n\u0103scare, cu luciditatea unui om matur \u0219i bine informat. C\u0103ut\u0103m s\u0103 fim, tot restul vie\u021bii, ferici\u021bi, dar prima noastr\u0103 grij\u0103 este s\u0103 nu mai fim copii. Nu ne place s\u0103 fim pro\u0219ti, nici dependen\u021bi de cei mai \u00een\u021belep\u021bi dec\u00e2t putem fi noi. Vrem ca ei sau mai mult chiar… Astfel, magia dispare cu fiecare efort, cu fiecare treapt\u0103 urcat\u0103, cu fiecare uitare…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Cum percepi anii copil\u0103riei? Este copil\u0103ria un izvor ve\u0219nic viu?!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Mul\u021bi oameni numesc \u201eun paradis\u201d anii copil\u0103riei, indiferent de locul unde i-au tr\u0103it \u0219i mai presus de orice rai \u00eenchipuit. Am avut ocazia s\u0103 vorbesc despre lucruri sumbre cu oameni ajun\u0219i la maturitate deplin\u0103 \u0219i am fost uimit de emo\u021bia cu care \u00ee\u0219i aminteau via\u021ba din orfelinate sau din magherni\u021bele \u00een care au copil\u0103rit. Copiii se adapteaz\u0103, aparent, oric\u0103rui destin, oric\u0103ror neajunsuri sau traume cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103, am zice, dar nu este deloc a\u0219a. Ei au supravie\u021buit, nu au vie\u021buit cu adev\u0103rat, iar izvoarele care i-au ad\u0103pat au fost amare, otr\u0103vite…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eu, din fericire, de\u0219i p\u0103rin\u021bii mei erau oameni s\u0103raci, mi-am tr\u0103it \u201eparadisul\u201d respir\u00e2nd libertatea, imensitatea p\u0103durilor, fiorul r\u00e2ului \u00een care m\u0103 sc\u0103ldam \u0219i iubirea p\u0103rin\u021bilor. \u00cemi doream multe lucruri, pe care nici la maturitate n-am reu\u0219it s\u0103 le dob\u00e2ndesc, dar am avut o copil\u0103rie frumoas\u0103, \u00een compara\u021bie cu mul\u021bi al\u021bii…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M-am n\u0103scut, \u00eens\u0103, cu acea \u201eumbr\u0103\u201d, despre care am amintit deun\u0103zi, ceva nedorit, straniu \u0219i nel\u0103murit… Nu m-a l\u0103sat s\u0103 m\u0103 bucur, cu adev\u0103rat, de nimic, dar m-a ocrotit, oarecum, mi-a ajutat s\u0103-mi p\u0103strez o oarecare luciditate…nici acum nu m\u0103 bucur… \u00cen copil\u0103rie, disp\u0103rea deseori aceast\u0103 umbr\u0103, dar \u0219tiam c\u0103 revine, o a\u0219teptam cu un fel de team\u0103…\u0219i venea… da, \u0219i acum vine… A\u0219 numi-o triste\u021be, doar pentru c\u0103 seam\u0103n\u0103 cu acele st\u0103ri denumite astfel, dar se \u00eenrude\u0219te prin alian\u021b\u0103 cu ele, nu mo\u0219tenesc \u00eempreun\u0103… I-am v\u0103zut funinginea \u0219i \u00een ochii altora, dar, tot dintr-o form\u0103 de la\u0219itate, nu m-am apropiat niciodat\u0103 de cei ce-mi seam\u0103n\u0103. \u0218tim cu to\u021bii ceva…\u0219i ne \u00eendep\u0103rt\u0103m, ne ocolim… Nu pot spune mai mult despre asta, dar se pare c\u0103 nu suntem compatibili.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Vezi tu, Ioan, cum oamenii construiesc cet\u0103\u021bi, metropole, \u021b\u0103ri, re\u021bele, imperii, dar nu sunt f\u0103cu\u021bi s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00een conflict, \u00eentr-o permanent\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103ierare? C\u00e2nd nu se bat cu al\u021bii, se bat \u00eentre ei, chiar dac\u0103 vie\u021buiesc \u00eentr-un \u201eparadis\u201d, cum este perceput\u0103 copil\u0103ria.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Copiii sunt p\u0103rin\u021bii de mai t\u00e2rziu \u0219i b\u0103tr\u00e2nii mai de pe urm\u0103. Mi-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 fie altfel, dar nu este.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00centr-unul dintre ultimele mele poeme scrise spuneam:<\/p>\n

\u201eP\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 se deprind\u0103 cu folosul minciunii, au tr\u0103it sentimente polare.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Da, lumea noastr\u0103 este cl\u0103dit\u0103 pe minciun\u0103, pe o grimas\u0103, cu titlul de toleran\u021b\u0103 sau compasiune, iar lucrul acesta nu poate fi schimbat din interior, chiar dac\u0103 este ultima solu\u021bie. Omul nu vrea s\u0103 se schimbe, ci s\u0103 transforme orice, \u00eens\u0103 \u00een al\u021bii, \u00een exterior, \u00een rest, nu \u00een el \u00eensu\u0219i…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Paradoxal, \u201eumbra\u201d aceasta, rana asta de smoal\u0103, cu care m-am n\u0103scut, m-a ajutat s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg aceste lucruri progresiv, dar de la \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu, copil\u0103ria nu este un paradis, nici un izvor ve\u0219nic de lumini \u0219i seve curate, dar putea fi…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu putem spune c\u0103 ne iubim copiii dac\u0103 nu refacem\u00a0 temeliile lumii, schimb\u00e2nd ceva, mai \u00eent\u00e2i, \u00een \u201eparadisul copil\u0103riei\u201d…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ai avut \u00een copil\u0103rie o imagine a Universului?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Mi-am construit multe imagini \u0219i crezuri despre Univers \u00een copil\u0103rie, \u00eentruc\u00e2t percep\u021bia mea despre un \u00centreg absolut a c\u0103p\u0103tat contur mai clar doar la maturitate.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2nd \u00eemi doream vreo juc\u0103rie, iar p\u0103rin\u021bii nu mi-o puteau oferi, \u00eencercam s-o construiesc singur. Unele \u00eemi p\u0103reau mai izbutite dec\u00e2t cele din magazin, dar acum m\u0103 \u00eendoiesc… A\u0219a am f\u0103cut \u0219i cu universul, cu m\u0103rile, cu zborul \u0219i cu tot ce nu puteam avea.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 merg la \u0219coal\u0103, unde am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat anumite no\u021biuni despre spa\u021biu, timp \u0219i materie, \u00eemi improvizasem eu o idee despre tot \u0219i toate, c\u00e2te le puteam vedea sau imagina. Profesorii, \u00eens\u0103, mi-au desfiin\u021bat firava percep\u021bie cu dovezi, h\u0103r\u021bi, schi\u021be, calcule \u0219i elipse… Tare m-au umilit!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cenainte, priveam cerul ca pe ceva viu, mai viu dec\u00e2t orice fiin\u021bare, dar restr\u00e2ns, m\u0103rginit \u0219i accesibil. Socotelile \u00een ani lumin\u0103, propor\u021bii \u0219i proiec\u021bii incomensurabile, toate m-au dus cu g\u00e2ndul la z\u0103d\u0103rnicie. A revenit \u201eumbra\u201d cu \u0219i mai mult\u0103 intensitate, \u00eentruc\u00e2t mi-am dat seama de micime \u0219i de efemer. Chiar a\u0219a, c\u00e2t poate un om cunoa\u0219te \u0219i explora, chiar dac\u0103 ar tr\u0103i mii de ani?… Bine este s\u0103 fii copil c\u00e2nd afli asta…altfel pr\u0103bu\u0219irea ar fi fatal\u0103, \u021bi-ar \u00eenghe\u021ba capul \u00een \u00eentreb\u0103ri inutile sau \u00een uit\u0103ri debile!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0O s\u0103 vi se par\u0103 ciudat ce spun, dar diferen\u021ba dintre lumin\u0103 \u0219i \u00eentuneric mi-a redat \u00eencrederea \u00een capacitatea mea de a reconstrui o viziune despre Univers, alta, diferit\u0103, ocult\u0103 oarecum \u0219i mai pu\u021bin fireasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E mult de atunci, dar \u00eemi amintesc ziua c\u00e2nd am \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i c\u0103utam lumina soarelui. Am g\u0103sit pozi\u021bia astrului cu precizie, dup\u0103 toate \u00eencerc\u0103rile \u0219i unghiurile din care priveam. Da, \u00eel \u00eenfruntam pe Goliat, \u00eel dibuiam peste tot, nu m\u0103 mai cople\u0219ea, \u0219i nici micimea sau efemeritatea nu mai erau un obstacol.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am experimentat acela\u0219i lucru \u0219i noaptea, cu stelele sau cu luna. Fixam, \u00eendelung, cu ochii deschi\u0219i, c\u00e2te o stea \u0219i \u00eei vorbeam, \u00eei d\u0103deam un nume \u0219i o chemam mai aproape. Apoi \u00eenchideam ochii \u0219i o vedeam mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se, m\u0103rindu-se, curg\u00e2nd sau micindu-se p\u00e2n\u0103 la dispari\u021bie. Oboseam, de la o vreme, \u0219i renun\u021bam, dar s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat, de c\u00e2teva ori, s\u0103-mi apar\u0103 \u00een somn imens\u0103, limpede, ro\u0219ie, verde, albastr\u0103 sau mov. O studiam \u00een vis \u0219i-mi p\u0103rea c\u0103-\u0219i descoper\u0103 tainele. Aveam \u201etelescopul\u201d meu, aveam \u0219ansa nesperat\u0103 de a explora Universul!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Le-am sugerat unor prieteni s\u0103 fac\u0103 la fel, dar r\u00e2deau de mine \u0219i m\u0103 priveau ca pe un ciudat. A revenit \u201eumbra\u201d \u0219i mi-a fost teribil de ru\u0219ine! Nu mi-am mai tr\u0103dat niciodat\u0103 \u201esecretul\u201d de atunci, dar revela\u021bia s-a produs, iar eu \u0219tiam s\u0103 fac\u00a0 \u201emiracole\u201d…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Devenisem mistic, de\u0219i nu acceptam existen\u021ba Divinit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Devenisem ocult, de\u0219i credeam, cu t\u0103rie, \u00een cultur\u0103…<\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 cum am crescut, cum am tr\u0103it, \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd \u0219i deschiz\u00e2nd pleoapele, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eemi doream s\u0103 v\u0103d \u00een sufletele oamenilor!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i oamenii sunt tot un fel de astre… dac\u0103-i fixezi mult sau chiar \u0219i numai cu intensitatea unei clipe, \u00ee\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2n…\u021bi se arat\u0103 \u00een vis \u0219i se descoper\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tot a\u0219a e \u0219i cu Dumnezeu, cu \u00eengerii…doar c\u0103 e nevoie s\u0103-\u021bi me\u0219tere\u0219ti singur juc\u0103riile, \u201eTelescopul\u201d…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ce c\u0103ut\u0103m noi \u00een aceast\u0103 lume?! Care este statutul nostru de oameni?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Eu v\u0103d lucrurile diferit, \u00een ce prive\u0219te condi\u021bia uman\u0103, rostul \u0219i, totodat\u0103, z\u0103d\u0103rnicia unor aspecte legate de via\u021ba teluric\u0103… e mult\u0103 zgur\u0103 de \u00eenl\u0103turat!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u0103m\u00e2ntul, \u00een opinia mea, este o \u0219coal\u0103, o pepinier\u0103…destul de rudimentar\u0103 \u0219i auster\u0103, \u00een compara\u021bie cu alte dimensiuni ale Crea\u021biei Divine, dar special\u0103, unic\u0103. Desigur, zestrea \u0219tiin\u021bific\u0103, antropologic\u0103, \u00een spe\u021b\u0103, st\u0103 la baza oric\u0103rui r\u0103spuns posibil, legat de origini \u0219i devenire, evolu\u021bie sau dinamic\u0103 a vie\u021bii materiale, \u00eentruc\u00e2t miracolul st\u0103 tocmai \u00een dualitatea trup-spirit, materie \u0219i inteligen\u021b\u0103. Consider c\u0103 este total eronat dac\u0103 \u00eencerci s\u0103 studiezi separat aceste esen\u021be, aceste pl\u0103m\u0103deli, dar ar putea duce undeva \u0219i scindarea lor, m\u0103car teoretic. A\u0219a cum nu po\u021bi percepe sau concepe inteligen\u021ba f\u0103r\u0103 spirit, nu po\u021bi face abstrac\u021bie de faptul c\u0103 omul e \u0219i materie, adic\u0103 trup.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pietrele, bun\u0103oar\u0103, nu sunt inteligente, dar ar putea fi, dac\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pune Cineva \u00een minte \u0219i groz\u0103via asta. Cunoa\u0219terea nu va avea niciodat\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it, dar nici via\u021ba, altminteri n-ar mai avea cine s\u0103 cunoasc\u0103. Iar omul, dac\u0103 nu este des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 se mai lucreaz\u0103 la el. Da, este extrem de limitat \u00een ce prive\u0219te adev\u0103rata inteligen\u021b\u0103, cea superioar\u0103 chiar \u0219i \u00eengerilor. Cu toate acestea, unicitatea lui \u00eel face mai valoros dec\u00e2t tot Universul material \u0219i dec\u00e2t toate cuptoarele facerii de stele la un loc. Sc\u00e2nteia asta de dumnezeire, care este Adam, nu poate fi ignorat\u0103, nici anulat\u0103 definitiv.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tot ce facem, \u00eens\u0103, se depoziteaz\u0103 \u00een oase, se mo\u0219tene\u0219te prin n\u0103scare, ne poce\u0219te sorgintea \u0219i, \u00een final, ne transform\u0103m \u00een erori, devenim le\u0219uri divine. Murim din prostie, dar inteligen\u021bi, \u00eentruc\u00e2t spiritul \u00ee\u0219i p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te gazda \u0219i b\u00e2ntuie, r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te ca ochii pe un tavan fals, ca g\u00e2ndurile prin gratiile unei peniten\u021be autoimpuse, care dau doar iluzia libert\u0103\u021bii \u0219i vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Moartea nu este obligatorie pentru un om cu adev\u0103rat spiritual, dar \u0219coala trebuie urmat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la cea din urm\u0103 treapt\u0103, dac\u0103 este cu putin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tr\u0103im pentru c\u0103 a vrut Dumnezeu, dar noi am ales s\u0103 mergem la \u0219coal\u0103, adic\u0103 s\u0103 ne logodim cu materia, cu argila, s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m s\u0103 fim dumnezei. Cei vrednici chiar vor st\u0103p\u00e2ni \u0219i crea, vor putea face pietrele inteligente \u0219i iarba s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen lumea aceasta, \u00een pepiniera devenirii noastre, cre\u0219tem precum copacii sau iarba, dar r\u0103d\u0103cinile sunt \u00een Cer, \u00een Esen\u021ba Divin\u0103, \u00een Marele Necunoscut.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am uitat r\u0103d\u0103cinile, tocmai pentru c\u0103 nu se v\u0103d, dar nici copacii fire\u0219ti nu v\u0103d de unde le vine seva, nu v\u0103d negii legilor ce-i fac s\u0103 stea \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Prima experien\u021b\u0103 religioas\u0103 c\u00e2nd ai avut-o?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Cu adev\u0103rat, dup\u0103 ce am traversat adolescen\u021ba \u0219i am v\u0103zut, clandestin, filmul \u201eIisus din Nazaret\u201d, \u00een regia lui Franco Zeffirelli, cu Robert Powell \u00een rolul principal, interpretat admirabil \u0219i, se pare, irepetabil.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Capodopera aceasta m-a \u00eendemnat s\u0103 studiez, la modul cel mai serios, Biblia, dup\u0103 care, aproape zece ani, n-am prea putut citi alt\u0103 carte. Tot ce studiasem \u00eenainte s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u0219i m-a f\u0103cut furibund, chiar dispre\u021buitor. Involuntar, mi-am pierdut toat\u0103 \u00eencrederea \u00een g\u00e2nditorii dinainte studia\u021bi. Greu…dar slav\u0103 Domnului c\u0103 mi-am revenit!… Altminteri, singurul lucru pe care-l mai f\u0103ceam cu pl\u0103cere, dintre cele laice, desigur, era s\u0103 scriu poezie \u0219i r\u0103va\u0219e de amor pentru fetele pe care le iubeam, tot \u00eempotriva voin\u021bei mele.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cenc\u0103 din clasele primare m\u0103 fascinau filosofii, \u00een special cei greci, dar n-am studiat nimic sistematic. Lecturile mele erau haotice \u0219i nefiresc de volatile. Mi-am format greu o cultur\u0103 oarecare, \u00eentruc\u00e2t aveam o memorie mai mult afectiv\u0103, spectral\u0103. Imediat, orice informa\u021bie era dizolvat\u0103 \u00een oniric, \u00een \u201eumbra\u201d care m-a urm\u0103rit toat\u0103 via\u021ba. Tr\u0103iam complexe de nedescris, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nu m\u0103 puteam concentra pe ce-mi spuneau \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103torii c\u0103-i de folos \u0219i musai potrivit cu ce trebuie s\u0103-mi plac\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Divinitatea, \u00eens\u0103, lucra, oarecum, \u00een subcon\u0219tientul meu, dar \u00eenc\u0103 nu aveam sentimente autentice pentru Ea. Nu-L puteam iubi pe Dumnezeu, dar nici nu-L puneam la \u00eendoial\u0103, nu \u00eendr\u0103zneam s\u0103 contrazic nimic din ce-mi parvenea cu titlul de \u201eA\u0219a vorbe\u0219te Domnul!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Acum \u0219tiu c\u0103 rareori gr\u0103ia El, fie la amvon, fie \u00een Scripturile Sfinte. Oamenii nu \u0219tiu ce fac atunci c\u00e2nd le vine s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 \u00een numele lui Dumnezeu \u00censu\u0219i, dar ce \u0219tiu ei s\u0103 fac\u0103 bine, cu adev\u0103rat?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg c\u0103 exist\u0103 o ra\u021biune \u00een Hristos, am fost, ca foarte mul\u021bi oameni, sclavul unor concepte false. S\u0103 fii credul, n-are nimic a face cu credin\u021ba…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: C\u00e2nd ai descoperit c\u0103r\u021bile?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Atrac\u021bia pentru c\u0103r\u021bi am sim\u021bit-o \u00eenainte de a \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 scriu \u0219i s\u0103 citesc. Cel mai mult \u00eemi pl\u0103cea s\u0103 m\u0103 joc, dar unele lucruri \u00eemi p\u0103reau tare misterioase! Cele mai ciudate erau c\u0103r\u021bile, \u00eentruc\u00e2t folosul lor era cu totul str\u0103in de \u00een\u021belegerea mea. Nu puteam pricepe cum, prin ce miracol oamenii mari izbuteau s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 mai frumos c\u00e2nd deschideau o carte. T\u00e2rziu mi-am dat seama c\u0103 altcineva vorbea acolo, nu ei.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Desigur, \u00een \u0219coal\u0103 am descoperit misterul c\u0103r\u021bilor, dar nu mi-a pl\u0103cut, din c\u00e2te \u00eemi amintesc, graba \u0219i seriozitatea cu care trebuia s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg semnele, s\u0103 asociez o liter\u0103 cu un sunet sau o cifr\u0103 cu o sumedenie de lucruri de care m\u0103 puteam sluji \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi fie ru\u0219ine.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Primul lucru pe care l-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat la \u0219coal\u0103 a fost c\u0103 nu sunt bun de nimic, dar i-am supravie\u021buit \u0219i, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, chiar am iubit c\u0103r\u021bile. A fost ceva predestinat, \u00een ce m\u0103 prive\u0219te. Nimic nu mi-am dorit mai mult dec\u00e2t s\u0103 fiu poet sau scriitor pur \u0219i simplu. \u00cemi p\u0103rea cel mai \u00een\u0103l\u021b\u0103tor lucru. \u0218i acum cred la fel…dar am \u00eendoieli \u00een ce prive\u0219te percep\u021bia altora despre asta…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Experien\u021ba \u0219colii a fost una dezirabil\u0103?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>\u0218coala, indiferent de forma ei de organizare, este absolut necesar\u0103. Nu mi-a pl\u0103cut, desigur, \u00eendoctrinarea, spiritul debil \u0219i falsitatea profesorilor din acea vreme, dar c\u00e2nd a fost \u0219coala, cu adev\u0103rat, demn\u0103 de numele ce-l poart\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Rolul \u0219colii, dintotdeauna, a fost s\u0103 te fac\u0103 s\u0103 iube\u0219ti c\u0103r\u021bile \u0219i \u00een\u021belepciunea. Din p\u0103cate, \u00eens\u0103, pentru cei mai mul\u021bi dintre dasc\u0103li, \u0219coala nu mai este dec\u00e2t un loc de munc\u0103, o lehamite ve\u0219nic\u0103 \u0219i o surs\u0103 inepuizabil\u0103 de stres, nu o pasiune.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gr\u0103dina lui Epicur a devenit un c\u00e2mp de b\u0103taie, o baricad\u0103 \u00eempotriva a nimic \u0219i a toate…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 nu te na\u0219ti cu o anumit\u0103 voca\u021bie, cu o pasiune imens\u0103 pentru ceva, via\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i va deveni doar un loc de munc\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u0103s\u0103rile \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 puii s\u0103 zboare, dar, \u00eentr-un complex de g\u0103ini, zborul nu sluje\u0219te la nimic…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Se pot schimba multe lucruri \u0219i vindeca o sumedenie de metehne \u00een \u0219coli, despre care nici n-am amintit, \u00eens\u0103 totul at\u00e2rn\u0103 de st\u0103p\u00e2nire…dac\u0103 ea nu vrea, nu se face, dar se afl\u0103 \u00een treab\u0103 \u0219i prin complexele de porci. A\u0219a\u00a0 a fost mereu…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Pentru ce citim c\u0103r\u021bile? Ne \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 ele cu adev\u0103rat?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>O inteligen\u021b\u0103, fie ea genial\u0103, dac\u0103 nu este cultivat\u0103, prin compara\u021bie, cu alte valori \u0219i, prin osmoz\u0103 cu alte culturi, se comport\u0103 ca o eroare, ca o energie sc\u0103pat\u0103 de sub control, \u00eentruc\u00e2t orgoliul se na\u0219te \u00eenaintea talentului.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Foarte rare sunt cazurile \u00een care geniul se risipe\u0219te pa\u0219nic, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 trag\u0103 dup\u0103 sine m\u0103car o fa\u021b\u0103 de mas\u0103, dac\u0103 nu-\u0219i permite o deflagra\u021bie mondial\u0103 sau vreo molim\u0103 religioas\u0103… Desigur, c\u0103r\u021bile nu sunt pentru idio\u021bi, dar un om inteligent nu poate face abstrac\u021bie de ele, f\u0103r\u0103 consecin\u021be grave, \u0219i nu se poate face altfel util. Inteligen\u021ba tr\u0103ie\u0219te, permanent, un dezechilibru interior, o nelini\u0219te, o dezordine cumplit\u0103, dar este capabil\u0103 s\u0103 pun\u0103 \u00een ordine orice altceva cu ajutorul c\u0103r\u021bilor, cu pu\u021bin\u0103 cultur\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Marile culturi, se \u0219tie, au hr\u0103nit imperii \u0219i tot ele le-au distrus \u00een final, dar nu geniile au st\u0103p\u00e2nit lumea, ci aceia care le-au iubit.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Tot c\u0103r\u021bile sunt acelea care stocheaz\u0103 aceste energii, aceste inteligen\u021be \u0219i \u00een \u201eUniversul Ne\u0219tiut.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 \u201ela \u00eenceput a fost Cuv\u00e2ntul\u201d, iar El avea nevoie de intimitate \u0219i odihn\u0103, doar Cartea mai putea s\u0103-L \u00eencap\u0103 sau s\u0103-L ard\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dumnezeu este o Bibliotec\u0103 Imens\u0103!!!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0Ioan POPOIU: Cum percepi azi anii de liceu?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>N-au prea fost lumino\u0219i pentru mine acei ani, \u00eentruc\u00e2t am avut serioase probleme de adaptare \u0219i aprehensiuni. Venisem din mediul rural, unde totul se f\u0103cea la un anumit nivel \u0219i cu suplinitori, bucuro\u0219i \u0219i ei de tandre\u021bea zilelor de pe \u201elotul \u0219colar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Liceul m-a \u00eent\u00e2mpinat cu practici agricole, de atelier \u0219i multe alte exigen\u021be pragmatice, str\u0103ine cu totul de ce puteam eu \u00een\u021belege prin \u0219coal\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nevoia, care nu este un miracol, m-a exilat \u00een \u201ec\u00e2mpul muncii\u201d unde, pentru a doua oar\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 nu sunt bun de nimic.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Treapta a doua de liceu am \u201es\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it-o\u201d la \u201eseral\u201d, umilit \u0219i n\u0103ucit de tot ce n-a fost s\u0103 fie, de firea mea \u00eenceat\u0103 \u0219i boln\u0103vicioas\u0103 \u0219i de via\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i, care devenise doar un loc de munc\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 P\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 dezertez, m-am hr\u0103nit cu iluzia c\u0103 voi fi c\u00e2ndva\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 un mare poet \u0219i cu pasiunea boem\u0103 a spiritului autodidact. Tr\u0103iam \u00eentre hotarul dispre\u021bului absolut \u0219i iubirea pentru femei, care nu mai conteneau s\u0103-mi par\u0103, a doua zi, \u0219i mai frumoase!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nici femeia, nici \u0219coala nu mi s-au dat pe deplin, dar le-am iubit de departe, cu mare pasiune, \u00eentruc\u00e2t, \u00een acea vreme, erau singurele frumuse\u021bi pe care aveam s\u0103 le pierd cu adev\u0103rat \u0219i pentru totdeauna…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ce \u00eenclina\u021bii aveai \u00een liceu?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Str\u0103luceam, oarecum, nu foarte tare, la literatur\u0103, istorie, filosofie, fizic\u0103, dar cu cea din urm\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lneam doar \u00een zona teoretic\u0103, abstract\u0103. Eram prea vis\u0103tor pentru \u0219tiin\u021bele exacte. \u0218i acum tr\u0103iesc acest complex.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen liceu nu se mai f\u0103cea muzic\u0103 dec\u00e2t la \u0219colile de profil, dar tare mult am iubit muzica, poate mai mult, la \u00eenceputuri, ca literatura.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Cum erai ca licean?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Vis\u0103tor, posomor\u00e2t, aiurit, mediocru \u0219i enervant c\u00e2teodat\u0103, pentru c\u0103, de\u0219i nu lipseam de la ore, eram, totu\u0219i, absent.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 La \u201eseral\u201d, bun\u0103oar\u0103, numai carte nu se f\u0103cea, dar \u00eemi amintesc discu\u021biile cu profesorii, mai cu seam\u0103 istorisirile celor de filosofie, literatur\u0103 sau istorie. \u00cendr\u0103zneam s\u0103 le pun \u00eentreb\u0103ri ciudate… Le sunt recunosc\u0103tor, c\u0103ci \u00eemi r\u0103spundeau cu pasiune. De fapt, a\u0219a cred c\u0103 ar fi mai s\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103 rela\u021bia dintre elev \u0219i profesor… Dar nu se va face niciodat\u0103 o \u0219coal\u0103 dup\u0103 gustul meu, niciodat\u0103…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ai avut experien\u021be memorabile?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Da, dar triste… N-o s\u0103 le uit niciodat\u0103, dar am cunoscut c\u00e2\u021biva profesori care puteau ajunge dasc\u0103li des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219i\u021bi, capabili s\u0103 predea \u00een orice epoc\u0103, fost\u0103 sau viitoare. Erau \u0219i ei umili\u021bi de sistem, tem\u0103tori \u0219i resemna\u021bi.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Adev\u0103r \u00eenseamn\u0103 descoperirea lucrurilor, nu ascunderea lor… Dasc\u0103lii no\u0219tri min\u021beau sau, \u00een cel mai fericit caz, t\u0103ceau conspirativ, t\u0103inuiau, dar nu erau ferici\u021bi… nici acum nu sunt…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ai absolvit liceul, ce a urmat?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Aveam tot ce trebuia pentru a nu-mi mai dori s\u0103 fac nimic din ce se impunea.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 studiez filosofie, m\u0103 atr\u0103gea teribil discursul unor g\u00e2nditori \u0219i ideea de a m\u0103 num\u0103ra printre ei.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Imediat dup\u0103 e\u0219ec, am fost \u00eenregimentat \u00eentr-o unitate militar\u0103 din Moldova, unde mi-am \u00eent\u0103rit convingerea c\u0103 prostia se \u00eenmul\u021be\u0219te prin diviziune…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen tot melegarul acela am descoperit o comoar\u0103 de nepre\u021buit: \u201eharta libert\u0103\u021bii \u0219i arta abandonului\u201d…a\u0219a \u00eemi c\u00e2\u0219tigasem \u201ela\u0219itatea suprem\u0103, libertatea ultim\u0103, curajul, r\u0103zmeri\u021ba tuturor fricilor\u201d…adic\u0103 ce al\u021bii decoreaz\u0103, \u201eneghiobia\u201d de a muri pentru idealuri, nu pentru ce po\u021bi, totu\u0219i, ob\u021bine.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 N-am dezertat, cum pl\u0103nuisem, dar am abandonat chiar \u0219i ideea studiilor superioare. Dup\u0103 ce mi-au dat drumul la vatr\u0103, am demisionat, am rupt orice leg\u0103tur\u0103 cu sistemul \u0219i am fugit \u00een str\u0103in\u0103tate. Nu-mi p\u0103sa ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, \u00eemi dispre\u021buiam via\u021ba… Acolo am fost \u0219i mai dezam\u0103git. A fost un co\u0219mar, o poveste umilitoare… nu face subiectul acum…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Te-a pasionat s\u0103 urmezi o facultate?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>\u00centr-o vreme, nimic nu-mi doream mai mult. Era o mare cinste, pe-atunci, s\u0103 urmezi o facultate. Absolven\u021bii \u00ee\u0219i scriau profesiile pe u\u0219ile apartamentelor, se crea o clas\u0103 social\u0103, o p\u0103tur\u0103 din p\u0103r de animal vanitos.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eu n-am dep\u0103\u0219it nivelul plebei, dar recunosc, tare mi-ar fi pl\u0103cut \u0219i mie titlul…m\u0103car de inginer…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: C\u00e2t de grei au fost ace\u0219ti ani? Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat cu tine?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Dat fiind faptul c\u0103 n-am mai revenit niciodat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba social\u0103 \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 a folosi nume sau acte false, am reu\u0219it s\u0103 m\u0103 fac nev\u0103zut, nu pot spune c\u0103 mi-a fost u\u0219or, dar nici foarte greu. Miracolul este c\u0103 mi-am p\u0103strat libertatea pe toate planurile, f\u0103r\u0103 a face mari compromisuri. Da, sunt liber \u0219i s\u0103 mint, dac\u0103 vreau, dar la ce mi-ar sluji?…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Aveam m\u0103car iluzia integrit\u0103\u021bii, dar undeva, \u00een detalii, tr\u0103iam o permanent\u0103 mustrare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cenv\u0103\u021basem diverse me\u0219te\u0219uguri, lucram cu ziua sau \u00eenso\u021beam foamea \u0219i umilin\u021ba p\u00e2n\u0103 la rudele cele mai \u00eendep\u0103rtate. E mai greu, z\u0103u, \u00een deten\u021bie, chiar dac\u0103 nu-\u021bi lipsesc hrana \u0219i \u021big\u0103rile. \u0218i de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103 am fost mai fericit dec\u00e2t al\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am tr\u0103it \u0219i eu, \u00eens\u0103, momente de disperare \u0219i de groaz\u0103, chiar dac\u0103 nu m\u0103 urm\u0103rea nimeni \u0219i nu st\u0103team nim\u0103nui \u00eempotriv\u0103. Sentimentul de nesiguran\u021b\u0103, spiritul clandestin \u0219i inutilitatea actului meu creator mi-au \u0219ubrezit demnitatea \u0219i \u00eencrederea \u00een sinele-ecou, \u00een originea lui… De la o vreme, vocea lui nu mai era limpede \u0219i nu-mi mai p\u0103rea \u00eendrept\u0103\u021bit.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Resemnarea este ca morfina…nu mai sim\u021bi durerea \u0219i nici nu-\u021bi mai pas\u0103. Doar Dumnezeu \u00ee\u021bi mai poart\u0103 de grij\u0103 \u00een acele momente, dar eu aveam mari \u00eendoieli…nu-L mai puteam crede.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am multe proiecte legate de scris. Printre ele este \u0219i un roman biografic, dar nu promit c\u0103 o s\u0103 ajung s\u0103-l scriu…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Uimirea mi-e tot at\u00e2t de mare ca \u0219i dezam\u0103girea…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Unii oameni dau vina pe Dumnezeu, al\u021bii nu mai au nimic de dat.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Darurile mele se decoloreaz\u0103 \u00een soare… Pe cine ar interesa, totu\u0219i, povestea mea?<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Au fost \u00eencerc\u0103ri, dileme, c\u0103ut\u0103ri?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Tocmai aceste lucruri definesc via\u021ba oric\u0103rui om. Ideea este s\u0103 te a\u0219ezi undeva, s\u0103-\u021bi \u00eenfigi sentimentele \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt, \u00een oameni, \u00een tot ce poate deveni al t\u0103u \u0219i s\u0103 cre\u0219ti, s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti odat\u0103!…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eu n-am putut face asta, dar am \u00eencercat. Martor mi-e Dumnezeu. Ceva nu e \u00een regul\u0103 cu mine, dar nici locul acesta nu-mi pare curat, \u0219i nu este…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am traversat perioade \u00een care \u00eemi doream s\u0103 fiu orice altceva dec\u00e2t \u00eemi p\u0103rea mie c\u0103 sunt. Acum \u00eemi doresc s\u0103 fiu ca atunci, dar nu mai este cu putin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nimic nu este mai de pre\u021b dec\u00e2t libertatea \u0219i puritatea sufleteasc\u0103, \u00eentruc\u00e2t de altceva nici c\u0103 avem nevoie.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 ceva pune un zid \u00eentre noi \u0219i Dumnezeu, acela este sim\u021bul propriet\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 S\u0103 nu ai nimic \u00eenseamn\u0103 totul, \u00eentruc\u00e2t ce la\u0219i \u00een urm\u0103 sunt umbre, iar ce ai \u00eenainte tot umbre vor deveni.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Lumina nu exist\u0103 dec\u00e2t \u00een mi\u0219care, cel pu\u021bin \u00een aceast\u0103 dimensiune…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Unde \u00eencepe maturitatea?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Odat\u0103 cu puterea de a na\u0219te, tu \u00eensu\u021bi, ceva, de a rodi sau crea.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen cazul spiritului, \u00eentruc\u00e2t la el presupun c\u0103 se refer\u0103 \u00eentrebarea, maturitatea \u00eencepe s\u0103 se \u00eenchege, \u00een opinia mea, abia dup\u0103 v\u00e2rsta de patruzeci de ani. E cam greu s\u0103 a\u0219tep\u021bi at\u00e2ta vreme s\u0103 fii luat \u00een serios, dar bine este s\u0103-\u021bi cultivi r\u0103bdarea, dac\u0103 te temi de ridicol…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Desigur, \u00een cazuri cu totul speciale, maturitatea poate \u201esurveni\u201d chiar \u0219i \u00een adolescen\u021b\u0103, dar este o traum\u0103, o povar\u0103… nu o binecuv\u00e2ntare. Celor ce li se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, cu siguran\u021b\u0103, n-o s\u0103 le plac\u0103… Cine vrea s\u0103 fie nefericit?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Din p\u0103cate sau din fericire, unii nu ajung la maturitate nicic\u00e2nd… Aici nu mai este nimic de spus.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ce este literatura?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>O scriere pe cord, un gest divin, un reflex… Literaturii nici nu-i b\u0103nuim utilitatea, dar nici rug\u0103ciunea n-o \u00eentrece…nici spovada. Nu orice scriere e literatur\u0103, dar cea despre care \u00eemi place mie s\u0103 vorbesc se practic\u0103 \u00een toate dimensiunile Crea\u021biei Divine…chiar \u0219i \u00een Infern. Literatura este un instinct al spiritului, o zestre genetic\u0103 a \u201esufl\u0103rii de via\u021b\u0103\u201d. Dac\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103-\u021bi \u021bii respira\u021bia, po\u021bi \u0219i s\u0103 nu scrii…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chiar \u0219i ridurile sunt slove, spun ceva, nu sunt doar ni\u0219te r\u0103ni acolo… La \u00eenceput a fost G\u00e2ndul, urmat de Cuv\u00e2nt, apoi scrisul sub toate formele \u00eentrup\u0103rii, facerii \u0219i comunic\u0103rii…<\/p>\n

Cine poate sus\u021bine contrariul?<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Formeaz\u0103 ea un univers de sine st\u0103t\u0103tor?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Printre altele, literatura este istoria sentimentelor, dar poate \u0219i anticipa, proiecta idei \u00een spa\u021biu \u0219i timp… Exist\u0103 o cultur\u0103 profetic\u0103 autentic\u0103. N-o s\u0103 vorbesc acum despre ea, dar sunt destui oameni care \u0219tiu bine la ce m\u0103 refer…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu \u0219tiu ce este mai greu, s\u0103-\u021bi imaginezi literatura f\u0103r\u0103 Univers sau Universul f\u0103r\u0103 literatur\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Literatura nu are un univers al ei, a\u0219a cum s\u00e2ngele nu poate fi util dec\u00e2t \u00een trup. Exist\u0103, desigur, un spa\u021biu de stocare, o memorie a ceea ce n-a fost posibil, dar orice e cu putin\u021b\u0103, la un moment dat, dac\u0103 este suficient\u0103 voin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i Inteligen\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Se poate imagina un univers al literaturii, negre\u0219it, dar nu departe de chiliile cu chirie ale resemn\u0103rii. Subiectul este extrem de complex… r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een memoria celor ce nu sunt cu putin\u021b\u0103 ast\u0103zi…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: \u0218i poezia?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Literatura, dac\u0103 vre\u021bi, este parfumul vie\u021bii, iar poezia esen\u021ba ei… E mult\u0103 trud\u0103 s\u0103 sco\u021bi esen\u021ba din ceva… Nici mor\u021bii nu-i este u\u0219or s\u0103 ne scoat\u0103 sufletele din trup, dec\u00e2t dac\u0103 devine violent\u0103, nedreapt\u0103… Condensarea, \u00eens\u0103, are un timp al ei…nu e bine s\u0103 m\u0103re\u0219ti flac\u0103ra, \u00eentruc\u00e2t focul nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 numai lumin\u0103, ci \u0219i c\u0103ldur\u0103. R\u0103bdare, parfum \u0219i maturitate!…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: C\u00e2nd te-ai g\u00e2ndit prima dat\u0103 c\u0103 vrei s\u0103 fii poet?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 a fost un g\u00e2nd. G\u00e2ndurile se pot uita, alunga sau nesocoti… Via\u021ba are mai multe oferte…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Vezi, Ioan, mereu trebuie s\u0103 aduc \u00een discu\u021bie acea \u201eumbr\u0103\u201d despre care am vorbit mai \u00eent\u00e2i…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00centr-una dintre primele zile de \u0219coal\u0103, \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103toarea ne-a pus s\u0103 ascult\u0103m \u201eBalada\u201d lui Ciprian Porumbescu, apoi ne-a recitat poezii din Eminescu \u0219i Co\u0219buc, prefera\u021bii ei. Tot pe atunci, m\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostisem\u00a0 de o coleg\u0103 de clas\u0103. \u201eUmbra\u201d a crescut enorm \u00een acele zile, p\u00e2n\u0103 la sufocare. P\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b eu s\u0103-i scriu fetei o poezie de dragoste, ar fi fost mai util\u0103 o ciocolat\u0103… Ceilal\u021bi b\u0103ie\u021bi, mai bine informa\u021bi, mi-au r\u0103pit orice speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Scena s-a tot repetat, de la un an la altul, de la o \u201eBalad\u0103\u201d la alta, p\u00e2n\u0103 s-a n\u0103scut primul poem. Aveam doar zece ani.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ioan, de c\u00e2nd scrii poezie?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Cu adev\u0103rat, \u00eenainte de v\u00e2rsta de zece ani, dar mental, nu-mi \u0219tiam scrie prima poezie, \u00eenv\u0103\u021bam greu…iar rima, f\u0103r\u0103 de care nici \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103toarea nu concepea\u00a0 poezia, era ca o s\u00e2rm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103, ca un \u201ezid al pl\u00e2ngerii\u201d…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am supraestimat interesul oamenilor pentru poezie, pentru poe\u021bi. Foarte cur\u00e2nd mi-am dat seama c\u0103 nu conteaz\u0103 at\u00e2t de mult, \u0219i c\u0103 sunt departe de valorile cultivate, cu adev\u0103rat, \u00een societatea uman\u0103, dar n-am putut tr\u0103i altfel. M-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat prea mult, am mers prea departe, pentru a m\u0103 \u00eentoarce… Altminteri, ce alt\u0103 cale s\u0103 fi ales?<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Cum a fost \u00eenceputul vie\u021bii de poet?!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Te na\u0219ti cu sl\u0103biciunea asta, este parte din tine \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceput, dar nu e\u0219ti con\u0219tient… Eu, cel pu\u021bin, nu eram.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poezia, dac\u0103 nu este un mod de via\u021b\u0103, atunci nu este dec\u00e2t un moft, o toan\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Artele vizuale, bun\u0103oar\u0103, au o \u0219coal\u0103 pentru asta, un statut bine definit. Orice alt\u0103 practic\u0103 sau meserie are nevoie de o anumit\u0103 instruc\u021bie, este cultivat\u0103, adic\u0103, \u0219i ocrotit\u0103 prin lege. Oamenii cu dizabilit\u0103\u021bi au o institu\u021bie a lor, o \u0219coal\u0103 special\u0103… \u0219i este foarte bun lucrul acesta.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Faptul c\u0103 poezia nu are nimic din toate aceste favoruri \u0219i demnit\u0103\u021bi, dovede\u0219te contrariul a ce credeam eu despre \u201eregina artelor\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Via\u021ba de poet este at\u00e2t de eteric\u0103, de spectral\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t nici m\u0103car nu poate fi interzis\u0103! Chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd este, totu\u0219i, sanc\u021bionat\u0103, nu face subiectul nici m\u0103car al unui proces verbal, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nu este socotit\u0103 ca profesie… Este mai ciudat\u0103 dec\u00e2t vr\u0103jitoria…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u0219 fi nedrept, totu\u0219i, dac\u0103 n-a\u0219 saluta efortul penitenciarelor de a-i g\u0103zdui, pe durat\u0103 nedeterminat\u0103, pe ace\u0219ti huligani cele\u0219ti. Via\u021ba poetului nu are \u00eenceput al zilelor \u0219i nici sf\u00e2r\u0219it al lor, pentru c\u0103 nu conteaz\u0103…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: C\u00e2nd se confrunt\u0103 poetul cu necunoscutul?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Dac\u0103 alege trasee marcate \u0219i nu rupe comunicarea cu p\u0103rerile autorizate, nu risc\u0103 dec\u00e2t ridicolul…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cent\u00e2lnirea\u00a0 cu necunoscutul este sau poate deveni fatal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Da, sunt locuri din care nu te mai po\u021bi \u00eentoarce…oricum, nu \u00een realitate… Versan\u021bii pe care \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219ti dispar \u00een neguri \u0219i reapar, teoretic, \u00een acela\u0219i loc, dar irepetabil \u00een timp… Sunt zone \u00een care Spa\u021biul nu coincide cu Timpul, nu se \u00eempac\u0103 deloc cu ce trebuia s\u0103 fie. \u00cen consecin\u021b\u0103, dispare no\u021biunea de concret. Te percepi cumva \u00eenaintea istoriei, dup\u0103 sau \u00eenafara ei. Astfel, cuvintele nu mai \u00eencheag\u0103, mesajul nu mai are suport logic, ci devine emo\u021bie pur\u0103, se multiplic\u0103 \u0219i se disperseaz\u0103…\u00a0 Dac\u0103 apuci, scrii ce vezi, cau\u021bi s\u0103 la\u0219i repere \u00een urma ta \u0219i semne… Efortul este inutil, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nimeni nu te urmeaz\u0103, cu adev\u0103rat, nimeni, nici m\u0103car ecoul… Tu \u00eensu\u021bi n-ai mai repeta experien\u021ba, dac\u0103 ai avea aceast\u0103 \u0219ans\u0103… Nu-\u021bi mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t \u201e mai departe\u201d, \u201e mai sus\u201d sau \u201ela naiba cu toate!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pe Dumnezeu \u00cel po\u021bi cunoa\u0219te cu adev\u0103rat, \u00eentruc\u00e2t este Neschimb\u0103tor \u0219i Repetabil. \u00cen rest, n-ai niciun reper.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poetul, dac\u0103 este, desigur, angajat \u00een propria-i ascensiune \u0219i cunoa\u0219tere, se confrunt\u0103 cu necunoscutul tot timpul, ori de c\u00e2te ori scrie, dar nu apuc\u0103 totdeauna s\u0103 lase repere sau semne. Toate lucrurile poart\u0103 amprenta Divinit\u0103\u021bii \u0219i toate inteligen\u021bele sunt f\u0103cute dup\u0103 chipul \u0219i asem\u0103narea Ei, dar nu coincid.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ioan, e\u0219ti perceput azi drept un mare poet, o revela\u021bie \u00een poezia contemporan\u0103! Cum a \u00eenceput drumul acesta spre marea poezie?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Nu cred c-a fost \u00eentrutotul alegerea mea, \u00eentruc\u00e2t, pentru mine, poezia n-a fost doar o pasiune, ci patim\u0103 grea, obsesie… G\u00e2ndeam \u00een versuri, la un moment dat, a\u0219a cum Cioran medita \u00een limba francez\u0103. Cred c\u0103, clinic vorbind, este o form\u0103 de nebunie sau infirmitate mai cur\u00e2nd, nu un har… \u00cen momentele de luciditate teluric\u0103, \u00eemi doream s\u0103 fiu altfel, adic\u0103 normal, adaptabil. \u00cemi doream o via\u021b\u0103 simpl\u0103, fireasc\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 N-am reu\u0219it niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 scap de mine, dar interpretam destul de bine rolul celui ce a\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 fiu. \u00cen ad\u00e2ncul sufletului, nu aveam nimic \u00eempotriva a ceea ce mi-a fost dat s\u0103 fiu, dar nu puteam adapta enormitatea umbrei ce-mi era \u00een lumina vie\u021bii sociale. E aproape imposibil\u0103 logodna \u00eentre dou\u0103 repro\u0219uri, dar mi s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat \u0219i asta.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Faptul c\u0103 sunt perceput ca un mare poet m\u0103 ferice\u0219te, \u00eemi d\u0103 dreptul s\u0103 cred c\u0103 n-am tr\u0103it degeaba, de\u0219i v\u0103d bine c\u0103 nu sunt dorit. Ori eu, dac\u0103 ei nu m\u0103 vor, nici eu nu-i vreau. Unii spun c\u0103 ce scriu eu nici m\u0103car nu-i poezie, ci proz\u0103, eseu, ni\u0219te g\u00e2nduri acolo, orice altceva…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Da, \u201edrumul spre marea poezie\u201d a \u00eenceput \u0219i \u00eencepe cu a c\u0103lca peste capetele lemnoase ale formelor f\u0103r\u0103 fond, ale platitudinii \u0219i snobismului tradi\u021bional.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu numai c\u0103 am p\u0103strat instrumentele clasice ale discursului poetic, ci c\u00e2nt cu ele o muzic\u0103 nou\u0103, cred eu, mult mai complex\u0103, mai ampl\u0103 \u0219i mai prolific\u0103…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oare nu eu am spus c\u0103 \u201elipsa armoniei ucide, \u0219i c\u0103 \u201eorice sun\u0103 fals e gaf\u0103, minciun\u0103\u201d? Totu\u0219i, sunt acuzat de impiet\u0103\u021bi \u0219i tendin\u021be oculte… E ridicol!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dup\u0103 principiul: \u201eNiciun proroc nu va fi pre\u021buit \u00een patria lui, \u00een casa lui \u0219i printre ai s\u0103i\u201d mi-a fost \u00eembrobodit \u0219i mie destinul.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2ndva, la \u00eentrebarea \u201eCui crezi c\u0103 a d\u0103ruit Dumnezeu \u021aara Canaanului, \u021aara promis\u0103, lui Moise sau poporului lui Israel?\u201d, am r\u0103spuns: \u201eNici unuia, nici altuia, ci lui Avraam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201eDumnezeu nu este un Dumnezeu al celor mor\u021bi, ci al celor vii.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Exodul trece prin pustiu. \u0218i \u00een poezie oazelor le este d\u0103ruit\u0103 setea.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Unde ai publicat ini\u021bial? Cum au ajuns poeziile tale la cititori?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 public \u0219i \u00een reviste de prestigiu, prin ziare mai de soi, dar n-am primit r\u0103spuns r\u0103va\u0219elor mele. Astfel, poemele din tinere\u021be, \u0219i nu numai, au apucat calea ziarelor locale, unde am \u00eent\u00e2lnit orgolii la fel de mari, ca \u00een orice revist\u0103 sau ziar cu preten\u021bii. Cel mai sonor dintre ele este \u201eR\u0103sunetul\u201d sau \u201eEcoul\u201d de alt\u0103dat\u0103. Prin \u201eMesagerul\u201d mai rar cu poemele, dar \u0219i-au g\u0103sit loc \u0219i c\u00e2teva eseuri, \u00een r\u0103stimpuri. Au mai fost \u0219i alte ziare care m-au g\u0103zduit, cum ar fi \u201eBistri\u021beanul\u201d, \u201eBistri\u021ba News\u201d… toate locale.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2nd se face de lehamite, plou\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 putrezesc speran\u021bele… n-am mai publicat dec\u00e2t gra\u021bie re\u021belelor de socializare, respectiv \u201eFacebook\u201d, c\u0103ci altfel n-am \u0219tiut s\u0103 m\u0103 fac auzit. Cum spuneam: \u201ee mult\u0103 mizerie \u00een via\u021ba unui poet\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De acolo, trec\u00e2nd pe aici, pe-aiurea \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u201eo revela\u021bie \u00een poezia contemporan\u0103\u201d, mi-a recitat umilin\u021ba pe toate str\u0103zile, pe scene improvizate, ca ni\u0219te baricade pliante, patetic \u0219i convulsiv.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fidel principiului c\u0103 \u201ece este s\u0103 fie valoare iese p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 la suprafa\u021b\u0103\u201d, am scris, am studiat \u0219i experimentat diverse forme de exprimare \u0219i supravie\u021buire.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am ajuns doar acolo de unde se pleac\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd… indiferent unde.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: C\u00e2nd a ap\u0103rut primul t\u0103u volum?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioan POP: <\/strong>\u00cen anul 2015, \u00een octombrie, ziua 15…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Cum a fost primit de public?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Festinul lans\u0103rii a fost extrem de emo\u021bionant. Am primit mult\u0103 c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u0219i nenum\u0103rate aprecieri. A fost una dintre cele mai fericite zile din via\u021ba mea. Ulterior, \u00eens\u0103, am v\u00e2ndut pu\u021bine c\u0103r\u021bi. Au urmat multe schimb\u0103ri \u00een via\u021ba mea, unele contrar a\u0219tept\u0103rilor mele, nefericite, sumbre.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: De ce acest titlu \u201eImagini din Levant\u201d?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Este titlul unui poem \u201ede frontier\u0103\u201d, s\u0103 zic a\u0219a, \u00eentruc\u00e2t cel care i-a urmat, \u201e\u00cenvierea Aidei\u201d, avea s\u0103 deschid\u0103 o alt\u0103 pagin\u0103, un alt capitol \u00een arta mea poetic\u0103, un nou stil, o alt\u0103 abordare a formei, dar \u0219i a con\u021binutului, texturii \u0219i cromaticii. A intervenit, \u00een mod firesc sau mai pu\u021bin firesc, o schimbare a vocii…\u201ebariera sonic\u0103\u201d, maturitatea despre care am vorbit deja.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Poezia ta are o tonalitate aparte, care \u00eel cople\u0219e\u0219te pe cititor! Cum explici aceasta?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Acesta este \u0219i motivul, presupun, pentru care unii oameni se \u021bin departe de poemele mele, p\u0103str\u00e2nd rezerve chiar \u0219i fa\u021b\u0103 de omul Ioan Pop. Sincer, nu \u00een\u021beleg pe deplin ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 cu ei, dar cu mine \u0219tiu ce se petrece c\u00e2nd scriu.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu doar c\u00e2\u021biva ani \u00een urm\u0103, m\u0103 ridicam de la masa de scris, diminea\u021ba de cele mai multe ori, cu o for\u021b\u0103 de nedescris. M\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2nea o energie bizar\u0103, cu st\u0103ri sc\u0103pate de sub control. P\u0103rea a-mi fi bine, c\u0103 evoluez firesc, \u0219i chiar aveam momente de fericire, sentimente puternice, imense…nimic nu m\u0103 putea descump\u0103ni.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Acum nu mai este a\u0219a. Am devenit extrem de vulnerabil \u0219i ner\u0103bd\u0103tor. Omul este limitat, \u00eens\u0103, dac\u0103 d\u0103 semne de str\u0103luciri \u0219i voin\u021be bizare, este foarte probabil ca entit\u0103\u021bile responsabile cu echilibrul \u0219i cump\u0103tarea s\u0103 nu-\u0219i mai anun\u021be vizitele sau s\u0103 refuze s\u0103 plece. Aici intr\u0103m \u00eentr-o zon\u0103 foarte sensibil\u0103. Anumite lucruri nu le pot descrie, \u00eentruc\u00e2t n-au corespondent \u00een lumea material\u0103. Doar prin poezie, prin metafor\u0103 reu\u0219esc s\u0103 redau, uneori fidel, imagini din cea spiritual\u0103, reconstruind\u00a0 cu ochii \u0219i m\u00e2inile cititorului ce se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te \u00een mine. Cumva, cei ce-mi trec iure\u0219ul ajung \u00een partea cealalt\u0103, unde se \u00eent\u00e2lnesc cu ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i, \u00eentruc\u00e2t povestea e mai mult a lor dec\u00e2t a mea. Autorul dispare, odat\u0103 ce-ai pl\u0103tit pre\u021bul \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2i singur…cu Dumnezeu…<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Care este Ars Poetica lui Ioan Pop?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Iat\u0103 un lucru mai important dec\u00e2t mine: Poezia!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu numai c\u0103 nu \u00eensemn nimic f\u0103r\u0103 arta mea poetic\u0103, dar, spre deosebire de al\u021bii, poate, e \u0219i singura cale prin care pot ajunge la Dumnezeu. De fapt, Dumnezeu este Arta mea Poetic\u0103…\u0219i femeia, pe care tot El mi-a dat-o. F\u0103r\u0103 aceste repere, n-a\u0219 fi avut unde s\u0103 merg. A\u0219 fi prins, probabil, r\u0103d\u0103cini ca un copac \u00een pustiu.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: A urmat al doilea volum, \u201ePrapurii civiliza\u021biei occidentale \u0219i viitorul Rom\u00e2niei\u201d. Te rog s\u0103 comentezi care este mesajul c\u0103r\u021bii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Nu \u0219tiu ce destin va avea aceast\u0103 carte. Desigur, nu acela pe care \u00eel \u00eentrevedeam eu, dar cred \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een ea, cred \u00een m\u0103re\u021bia \u0219i binecuv\u00e2ntarea pe care li le-am dat la plecare, la desp\u0103r\u021birea de mine. De atunci, n-am mai revenit asupra ei. Mi-e team\u0103 s-o recitesc. \u00cen principiu, mesajul se leag\u0103 de destin, fatalitate, predestinare sau blestem. Porne\u0219te de la destinul Rom\u00e2niei, al sorgintei rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, \u0219i se ramific\u0103, se \u00eemparte, ca un fluviu, \u00een mai multe bra\u021be, vapor\u00e2nd \u00een cascade sau disp\u0103r\u00e2nd subteran, reap\u0103r\u00e2nd…nu \u00eenfrunt\u00e2ndu-\u0219i, ci urm\u00e2ndu-\u0219i calea spre devenire firesc, rev\u0103rs\u00e2ndu-se, \u00een final, tot \u00een izvoare. \u201eAm ajuns, iubito!…eu \u00een pod, cuvinte arse, iar tu, gene mari \u00eentoarse…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu este doar un mesaj, ci mai multe, care se \u00eentrep\u0103trund, se amestec\u0103, se separ\u0103 meticulos \u00een toate formele \u0219i aspectele vie\u021bii ale spiritului uman: religie, \u0219tiin\u021b\u0103, eros, maternitate, ur\u0103, ignoran\u021b\u0103, iubire \u0219i moarte, toate \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 carte, \u00eentr-un singur poem, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenceput \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it…un univers al curgerii \u0219i \u00eenghe\u021b\u0103rii \u00een timp.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Este vorba despre o introspec\u021bie lucid\u0103, amar\u0103, nemiloas\u0103, am rezumat din prefa\u021b\u0103. Cum comentezi?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Da, unul dintre bra\u021be, o ramifica\u021bie a fluviului, sunt eu, cel care le separ\u0103 \u0219i le adun\u0103 pe toate. Nu este doar cazul meu, ci al oric\u0103rui poet sau artist, al oric\u0103rui g\u00e2nditor sau savant. Principalul cobai este \u00eensu\u0219i autorul. Eu sunt acolo, legat organic de toate v\u0103rs\u0103rile, c\u0103derile, de toate str\u0103lucirile \u0219i umbrele devenirii. M\u0103 asem\u0103n uimitor de mult cu istoria neamului meu. Mi-am urmat cursul \u0219i, cel pu\u021bin din perspectiva artei mele poetice, eu sunt Rom\u00e2nia. Viitorul meu, viitorul nostru at\u00e2rn\u0103 de tot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een Europa, indiferent de ziduri sau cortine de fier. Nu avem alt destin. De aici \u0219i titlul c\u0103r\u021bii, numele ei: \u201ePrapurii civiliza\u021biei occidentale \u0219i viitorul Rom\u00e2niei\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cineva spunea c\u0103 nimeni nu m\u0103rturise\u0219te p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. Dac\u0103 este adev\u0103rat, dispari\u021bia speciei umane e doar o chestiune de timp, iar, din perspectiva divin\u0103, o necesitate istoric\u0103 Universal\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u021ai se poate \u00eent\u00e2mpla s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti \u00een minciun\u0103, dac\u0103 tot se cultiv\u0103 ea cu at\u00e2ta grij\u0103, dar moartea este o treab\u0103 serioas\u0103, n-are nimic fals \u00een ea! Nimeni nu moare pe scen\u0103, dar se poate \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u0219i groz\u0103via asta. Dac\u0103 nu exist\u0103 un moment al adev\u0103rului, atunci nici Dumnezeu nu exist\u0103, nu pentru tine… Adev\u0103rul despre Dumnezeu \u00eencepe cu adev\u0103rul despre tine \u00eensu\u021bi. Oare nu e\u0219ti f\u0103cut dup\u0103 Chipul \u0219i Asem\u0103narea Lui?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu c\u00e2t I te asemeni mai mult, cu at\u00e2t \u00ee\u021bi este mai \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103 moartea, mutilarea spiritului sau amputarea lui.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 un om poate prelungi via\u021ba altui om, fie chiar \u0219i cu o protez\u0103, ve\u0219nicia nu mai este o chestiune abstract\u0103. Ne \u00eenrudim cu \u0219ansa \u00eentoarcerii \u00een timp, acolo unde se repar\u0103 gre\u0219eli, putem da via\u021b\u0103 visurilor sau s\u0103-i ajut\u0103m luminii s\u0103 ne ajung\u0103 din urm\u0103. Orice devine posibil \u00een aceast\u0103 carte a mea, chiar \u0219i Adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Care este salvarea, \u00een Sine, Logos, Frumuse\u021be?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Toate leacurile sunt amare. Atunci c\u00e2nd am\u0103r\u0103ciunile \u00eencep s\u0103 \u021bi se par\u0103 dulci, vindecarea e aproape.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Apostolul Pavel, \u00eentr-una dintre epistolele sale, spunea: \u201eTo\u021bi gre\u0219im \u00een multe feluri, dar, dac\u0103 cineva\u00a0 nu gre\u0219e\u0219te \u00een vorbirea lui, acela este un om des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it, \u00eentruc\u00e2t \u00ee\u0219i poate \u021bine \u00een fr\u00e2u tot trupul\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am cugetat mult la aceast\u0103 spus\u0103 a lui, mul\u021bi ani. Fie c\u0103 descoperi un adev\u0103r, fie o boal\u0103 incurabil\u0103, \u00eenchizi plaga la loc \u0219i te \u00eendep\u0103rtezi instinctiv. A\u0219a am procedat \u0219i eu atunci, dintr-un fel de team\u0103, dar, \u0219tiind locul unde am l\u0103sat comoara, tot \u00eempotriva voin\u021bei mele, m-am \u00eentors \u0219i i-am dat dreptate. M-am \u00eemboln\u0103vit cu acest crez \u0219i tot restul vie\u021bii am c\u0103utat s\u0103 scap de minciun\u0103. N-am reu\u0219it pe deplin, dar nici n-am mai avut pace cu mine \u00eensumi, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ziua de ast\u0103zi.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sine, Logos, Frumuse\u021be…\u201emi-e cu neputin\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 le separ\u201d, \u00eemi tot spuneam eu, \u00een \u00eencercarea, poate, de a-mi justifica egoismul \u0219i obsesia pentru ce-mi putea aduce desf\u0103tare.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De pild\u0103, n-am crezut c\u0103 o s\u0103 pot dispre\u021bui o femeie frumoas\u0103, dar, \u00een foarte scurt timp, am reu\u0219it. Ceva s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00een mine, \u00eentruc\u00e2t, realmente, o dispre\u021buiam pe biata femeie. \u00cemi crea repulsie chiar \u0219i numele ei. M-am \u021binut departe de ea, o ocoleam, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nu-mi f\u0103cea bine deloc, dar nu i-am spus niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2t de mult o uram, \u0219i nici nu i-am ar\u0103tat-o \u00een vreun fel. Acum nu mai e frumoas\u0103…dar nici ur\u00e2\u021benia pe de-a-ntregul nu i s-a \u0219ters. Ne mai \u00eent\u00e2lnim, c\u00e2teodat\u0103, \u0219i st\u0103m de vorb\u0103. \u00centr-o zi, mi-a m\u0103rturisit c\u0103, \u00een tinere\u021be, \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cuse o mare pasiune pentru mine.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Prin m\u0103rturisirea cu gura po\u021bi ucide sau da via\u021b\u0103, po\u021bi vindeca sau r\u0103ni. Eu am t\u0103cut, dar nu sunt sigur c-am f\u0103cut tocmai bine. \u0218i mustrarea este un leac, o am\u0103r\u0103ciune…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sine, Logos, Frumuse\u021be…nici acum nu le pot separa, dar exist\u0103 o ordine a priorit\u0103\u021bilor care poate fi schimbat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Un poem uluitor al t\u0103u \u00eencepe a\u0219a: \u201eAdam \u0219i-a t\u0103iat m\u00e2na st\u00e2ng\u0103 cu dreapta, a amestecat s\u00e2ngele s\u0103u cu lacrimile Evei, apoi a scris deasupra, \u00eentr-un p\u00e2ntec de piatr\u0103: \u201eAici odihne\u0219te Poezia\u201d! Te rog s\u0103 comentezi acest poem f\u0103r\u0103 egal!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Poemul acesta s-a n\u0103scut din necesitatea unui r\u0103spuns, ca \u201eun cuv\u00e2nt \u00eenainte\u201d, \u00eenaintea unui grupaj de poeme cu care aveam s\u0103 particip la crearea unei antologii. To\u021bi cei invita\u021bi trebuia s\u0103 r\u0103spund\u0103 la \u00eentrebarea: \u201eCe este poezia? Sau ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 ea pentru tine ca poet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ei bine, imagineaz\u0103-\u021bi, Ioan, c\u0103, dup\u0103 ce-ai r\u0103spuns, oarecum, la \u00eentrebarea \u201eCine este Dumnezeu?\u201d, va trebui s\u0103 r\u0103spunzi \u0219i la \u201eCe este Dumnezeu?\u201d!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mi-a fost foarte grea ziua aceea, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nu r\u0103spunsul era problema, ci formularea lui, \u00eenchegarea, t\u0103lm\u0103cirea ideilor \u00eentr-un limbaj relativ coerent \u0219i pe m\u0103sura provoc\u0103rii. Nu-mi puteam dezam\u0103gi confra\u021bii. Astfel, dup\u0103 o lung\u0103 medita\u021bie \u0219i \u00een acord cu toate reperele instan\u021bei interioare, am hot\u0103r\u00e2t c\u0103, unei \u00eentreb\u0103ri despre poezie, cel mai potrivit este s\u0103 r\u0103spunzi tot cu o poezie sau, m\u0103 rog, cu ceva asem\u0103n\u0103tor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 spui ceva despre Dun\u0103re, bun\u0103oar\u0103, trebuie s\u0103 te duci la izvoare mai \u00eent\u00e2i. P\u0103rea c\u0103-mi dicteaz\u0103 cineva r\u0103spunsul, \u00eentocmai cu sentimentul c\u0103 eu \u00eensumi \u00eel auzeam pentru prima dat\u0103. N-am f\u0103cut dec\u00e2t s\u0103 urmez cursul evenimentelor, gra\u021bia, c\u0103derea \u00een dizgra\u021bie \u0219i, \u00een final, consecin\u021ba mor\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Da, moartea a fost provocat\u0103, mai \u00eent\u00e2i, nefiresc, ca apoi s\u0103 devin\u0103 parte din noi, s\u0103 o invoc\u0103m, s\u0103 o na\u0219tem chiar, s\u0103 o cre\u0219tem ca pe ceva de care avem neap\u0103rat\u0103 nevoie. Ura este dumnezeul mor\u021bii, a\u0219a cum iubirea este Hristosul vie\u021bii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Negre\u0219it, poezia nu este de sorginte p\u0103m\u00e2nteasc\u0103, ci o zestre, o povar\u0103 cu care am fost izgoni\u021bi din Eden, o amintire de Acolo. Nejustificat, poate, dar ne m\u00e2ndrim cu aura ei…purcedem \u00een zdren\u021be, dar n-am da-o \u00een schimbul niciunei alte valori p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti, niciunei demnit\u0103\u021bi sau sfin\u021benii. \u00cen realitate, nimeni nu ia poezia \u00een serios, nimeni nu-\u0219i pl\u0103te\u0219te slugile cu metafore, dar unde se nasc orgolii mai mari \u0219i polemici mai \u201es\u00e2ngeroase\u201d dec\u00e2t \u00een lumea poe\u021bilor? Ast\u0103zi, poate, doar \u00een cinematografie, de\u0219i tare m\u0103 \u00eendoiesc…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen\u021belepciunea are \u0219i ea zei\u021ba ei, Sofia, \u0219i v\u00e2n\u0103toarea are… \u0218tie cineva vreo zei\u021b\u0103 a poeziei, vreun altar sau mansard\u0103 s\u0103-i poarte numele, s-o slujeasc\u0103 sau s-o sl\u0103veasc\u0103? Poezia e prea vie \u0219i, totodat\u0103, neverosimil\u0103 pentru astfel de religiuni, mofturi sau ritualuri. Totu\u0219i, nicio doctrin\u0103 filosofic\u0103 sau religioas\u0103 nu-i neag\u0103 apartenen\u021ba celest\u0103, \u00eentruc\u00e2t le cuprinde pe toate, le define\u0219te sau le anuleaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: \u00cen acela\u0219i poem, \u00eentrebi: Ce este poezia? \u0218i asist\u0103m uimi\u021bi la o rescriere, parc\u0103, a \u00eenceputului Scripturii, \u00een lumina poeziei! Te rog s\u0103 comentezi!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Bine ai spus, \u201e\u00een lumina poeziei\u201d, \u00eentruc\u00e2t poezia lumineaz\u0103 diferit, unic \u0219i des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it, dac\u0103 este cu adev\u0103rat poezie.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Orice lucru, dac\u0103-l prive\u0219ti din unghiuri diferite, \u00ee\u0219i schimb\u0103, parc\u0103, \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219area, chiar dac\u0103 este o sfer\u0103 goal\u0103 \u0219i transparent\u0103. Astfel, un alt poet \u00eenseamn\u0103 un alt punct de vedere, o alt\u0103 voce, o alt\u0103 limb\u0103, o alt\u0103 viziune \u0219i, poate, un alt crez. Lucrurile, \u00eens\u0103, se schimb\u0103 dramatic atunci c\u00e2nd intervine distan\u021ba \u00een raport cu profunzimile \u0219i intensitatea actului contemplativ. \u00censu\u0219i Moise a apelat la metafor\u0103 \u0219i la revela\u021bie mistic\u0103 \u00een \u00eencercarea de a-\u0219i descrie viziunile \u0219i a le proiecta \u00een timp sau reproiecta. Pentru Moise,\u00a0 Adam era trecutul, iar Iisus viitorul. Pentru mine, toate vin din trecut, \u00eens\u0103 chiar e nevoie de toate datele, unghiurile \u0219i profunzimile pentru o proiec\u021bie mai clar\u0103, \u00eentr-un viitor mai pu\u021bin dispus, mai greu de convins, mai informat \u0219i, \u00een consecin\u021b\u0103, mai sceptic. Dac\u0103 intri \u00een armonie, dac\u0103 reu\u0219e\u0219ti conectarea cu Absolutul, concertul t\u0103u va fi ascultat.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pentru mai mult\u0103 lumin\u0103, pentru un spectacol grandios, fie arzi toat\u0103 energia, fie m\u0103re\u0219ti \u00eentunericul. Da, Biserica procedeaz\u0103 \u00een consecin\u021b\u0103, prin conservare \u0219i pentru a salva ce se mai poate salva. La un moment dat, \u00eens\u0103, trebuie s\u0103 separi lumina de \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cu c\u00e2t este \u00eentunericul mai profund, mai dens, cu at\u00e2t ne pare lumina mai puternic\u0103. Dar ar putea fi o iluzie. Astfel, \u00eencetez s\u0103 mai folosesc \u00eentunericul pentru a demonstra for\u021ba luminii. Reduc distan\u021bele \u00een spa\u021biu \u0219i timp, pentru c\u0103 \u201elegile poeziei\u201d permit \u0219i acest lucru. Nicio alt\u0103 disciplin\u0103 n-a ajuns mai departe, de\u0219i n-a explorat suficient hotarele necunoscutului, \u00eentruc\u00e2t, cel pu\u021bin pentru mine, toate-mi par c\u0103 vin din trecut, chiar \u0219i fragmente din viitor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103 \u00eentorc \u00eenspre public, separ definitiv lumina de \u00eentuneric \u0219i spun: \u201eAr putea fi o iluzie. Dar privi\u021bi ce poate s\u0103 fac\u0103 o iluzie!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Astfel, am \u00eenchis ochii, cum procedam eu cu stele \u00een copil\u0103rie, m-am \u00eentors cu fa\u021ba spre Cer \u0219i i-am v\u0103zut pe Adam, pe Eva \u0219i pe \u00eent\u00e2ii lor n\u0103scu\u021bi \u00eentocmai cum i-am descris \u00een poem. Doar ordinea na\u0219terii celor doi am perceput-o diferit… Miracolul este c\u0103 publicul vede \u00eentocmai ce v\u0103d eu. Dac\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sesc scena, nu vor sesiza asta, pentru c\u0103 nu conteaz\u0103. Important este spectacolul, armonia \u0219i curgerea lui, chiar dup\u0103 ce nimeni nu le mai arat\u0103, nimeni nu le mai vorbe\u0219te \u0219i nimeni nu le mai c\u00e2nt\u0103… Aceasta este adev\u0103rata lumin\u0103, acesta este rolul poeziei: s\u0103 dezgroape ce-a \u00eengropat Adam \u00een cenu\u0219a uit\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Poemul acesta a izvor\u00e2t din acela\u0219i loc din care a izvor\u00e2t \u00cent\u00e2ia Carte a lui Moise.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tot un peisaj oniric descriau \u0219i profe\u021bii Vechiului Testament c\u00e2nd vorbeau despre vremurile lui Mesia. Ei nu aveau s\u0103-\u0219i vad\u0103 cuvintele \u00eentrupate, dar noi le putem vedea, le putem confrunta cu realit\u0103\u021bi concrete, putem chiar s\u0103 le \u00eengrop\u0103m \u00een cenu\u0219a uit\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Un alt poem \u00eencepe \u0219i mai spectaculos. \u201e\u00cen ce lume tr\u0103im \u0219i iubim!…o lume \u00een care \u0219i cerul e fals, ipocrit \u0219i zg\u00e2rcit…iarmaroc de ling\u0103i, histrioni \u0219i bastarzi\u201d…\u0219i se termin\u0103 astfel: \u201enu mai r\u00e2de, Satan!…e biseric\u0103, drace, aici…nu e han!…\u201d Te rog s\u0103 comentezi, Ioan, nu cred c\u0103 s-a mai scris \u00een poezia noastr\u0103 a\u0219a ceva! O spun admirativ!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Triste\u021bea e\u0219ecului, \u00een ceea ce percep oamenii ca fiind \u201eBiserica lui Hristos\u201d, nu este numai a mea, ci a multor oameni lucizi. Partea cu mustrarea a\u0219 l\u0103sa-o altuia, c\u0103ci nu-mi face bine defel. Dar nu po\u021bi vorbi despre adev\u0103r \u0219i onestitate, f\u0103c\u00e2nd abstrac\u021bie de mizeria poleit\u0103 a ipocriziei.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu iubirea, nici credin\u021ba sau compasiunea ridic\u0103 temple, biserici ori catedrale de piatr\u0103, fier sau argil\u0103 ars\u0103, ci egoismul, nevoia istoric\u0103, isteric\u0103 \u0219i idioat\u0103 de grandios, neputin\u021ba \u0219i ignoran\u021ba.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 La expozi\u021bia de fotografie a unui t\u00e2n\u0103r extrem de talentat, cu c\u00e2\u021biva ani \u00een urm\u0103, am v\u0103zut un sugar abandonat pe treptele unei zidiri gotice, o imagine care mi-a r\u0103mas \u00een minte \u0219i dup\u0103 ce-am uitat numele artistului. Am mai v\u0103zut \u0219i alte asemenea ipostaze smulse din realitate, ni\u0219te poezii nescrise. Da, am \u201emateriale\u201d \u0219i proiecte pentru cel pu\u021bin dou\u0103 vie\u021bi Adamice…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu-mi amintesc titlul lucr\u0103rii, dar \u00eentrebarea era asurzitoare, \u00een toat\u0103 lini\u0219tea galeriei de art\u0103: \u201eZidirea sau pruncul e Templul lui Hristos?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 N-o s\u0103-mi pierd vremea, c\u00e2t\u0103 mi-a mai r\u0103mas, mustr\u00e2ndu-i doar pe oameni, \u00eentruc\u00e2t nu e numai vina lor…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen hanul cu pricina, \u00een intimitatea a ceea ce la final numesc biseric\u0103, stau de vorb\u0103 cu Satan, admir decolteul hangi\u021bei, al desf\u0103t\u0103rii, ascult muzic\u0103 \u0219i tr\u0103iesc nostalgii… G\u00e2ndul \u00eemi este la sugarul de pe treptele templului, dar nu pomenesc nimic despre el, ci \u00eencerc s\u0103-l descos pe dracu\u02bc, s\u0103-l dezvelesc de \u00eentuneric, s\u0103-l aduc \u00een lumina m\u0103rturisirii… Diavolul \u00eemi cite\u0219te g\u00e2ndurile, \u0219tie c\u0103 m\u0103 roade mustrarea, \u0219tie c\u0103 pruncul e tot afar\u0103 pe sc\u0103ri, \u00een r\u0103ceala lumii \u0219i nep\u0103s\u0103rii, \u0219tie \u0219i r\u00e2de… Doar noi ne vorbim acolo, \u00eentruc\u00e2t ceilal\u021bi credeau de la \u00eenceput c\u0103 sunt \u00eentr-o biseric\u0103, de\u0219i nu e dec\u00e2t o magherni\u021b\u0103 rece, un han al degrad\u0103rii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Credeam c\u0103 pot \u0219terge r\u00e2njetul Satanei, numind \u0219i eu hanul biseric\u0103, dar n-a \u00eencetat s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 dec\u00e2t atunci c\u00e2nd am \u00een\u021beles am\u00e2ndoi c\u0103 adev\u0103ratul templu a murit pe sc\u0103ri, pe \u201etreptele devenirii \u00een Hristos.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201e…nu mai r\u00e2de, Satan!…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu-i a\u0219a, Ioan, c\u0103 nu sunt doar eu cel ce-l aude?<\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU: Ioan, care este viitorul poezie? Dar al omului \u00een acest univers ostil, necunoscut? \u00cen \u00eencheiere, \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc mult, Ioan, pentru acest interviu incitant a\u0219teptat de cititorii t\u0103i.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ioan POP: <\/strong>Poezia, cea care define\u0219te spiritul uman \u0219i-l hr\u0103ne\u0219te, nu are un univers al ei, ca astfel s\u0103 ne poat\u0103 supravie\u021bui. Poezia Celest\u0103, \u00eens\u0103, cea pe care o scriu \u00eengerii, desigur, e plin\u0103 cu ispr\u0103vi p\u0103m\u00e2nte\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu sorgintea uman\u0103 va disp\u0103rea, ci conspira\u021bia \u00eempotriva ei, fie c\u0103 este celest\u0103, fie c\u0103 este p\u0103m\u00e2nteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Iisus spunea…El spunea, nu eu: \u201eO \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u021bie dezbinat\u0103 \u00eempotriva ei \u00eens\u0103\u0219i nu poate d\u0103inui\u201d.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Speran\u021bele \u0219i fiestele noastre sunt zadarnice, dac\u0103 templul moare pe sc\u0103ri \u00een r\u00e2sul slinos al Satanei cu care deja se pare c\u0103 ne-am deprins.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Iar noi suntem dezbina\u021bi, Ioan, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een m\u0103duva oaselor, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een cele mai intime profunzimi. Lumea, a\u0219a cum o vedem ast\u0103zi, e foarte pu\u021bin probabil s\u0103 mai existe vreodat\u0103. Va mai dura, \u00eens\u0103, mult\u0103 vreme, \u00eentruc\u00e2t \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219itul are un timp al lui, dreptul la a dovedi c\u0103 este un adev\u0103rat sf\u00e2r\u0219it, mai mult chiar dec\u00e2t o profe\u021bie.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Musai s\u0103 \u00eenchei \u0219i eu interviul, altminteri nimeni nu-i va vedea sf\u00e2r\u0219itul. Deja cred c\u0103 pe mul\u021bi i-am pierdut.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc \u0219i eu, Ioan, din toat\u0103 inima!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Repet, mi-a f\u0103cut bine spovada, foarte mult bine!<\/p>\n

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A consemnat,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioan POPOIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

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