{"id":6752,"date":"2012-07-05T17:15:49","date_gmt":"2012-07-05T17:15:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=6752"},"modified":"2012-07-06T05:26:08","modified_gmt":"2012-07-06T05:26:08","slug":"labirint-intru-lumina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/07\/05\/labirint-intru-lumina\/","title":{"rendered":"Labirint \u00eentru lumin\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu<\/em><\/p>\n

Labirint \u00eentru lumin\u0103<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cu cea de-a doua carte de poezie, “IN AMURG” aparuta la Editura Timpul, Iasi, 2004, Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu urc\u0103 pe treptele consacr\u0103rii unui stil care-i rememoreaz\u0103 pe Dimitrie Anghel, al\u0103turi de \u015et. O. Iosif, iar mai aproape de noi, pe George M\u0103rg\u0103rit \u015fi Dan Lauren\u0163iu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Este stilul unei adora\u0163ii a Erosului, sub toate fa\u0163etele lui. Iluziile\u00a0 plin\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii\u00a0 iubirii se \u00eempletesc cu genele arse ale pl\u00e2nsului unei decep\u0163ii stelare: Rug\u0103ciune<\/em> \u015fi\u00a0 A\u015fteptare<\/em>, Blamare\u00a0 <\/em>\u015fi Resurec\u0163i<\/em> a ceea ce nu mai poate fi \u00eenviat.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Revelatoare\u00a0 pentru trezirea din somnul floral este poezia-centru a dezv\u0103luirii pudice \u201eIluzii” :<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eC\u00e2nd c\u0103zut o petal\u0103,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

m-am bucurat<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Am crezut c\u0103 va cre\u015fte<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Am a\u015fteptat…, dar<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

el n-a mai ap\u0103rut<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Atunci mi-am dat seama<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2t de mult am cerut.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Aidoma revela\u0163iei lui\u00a0 Dan Lauren\u0163iu regretatul poet-filosof cu ale sale \u201ePozi\u0163ia a\u015ftrilor\u201d \u015fi\u00a0 mai ales\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201eAve Eva”, <\/em>Emilia \u0162u\u0163uianu plute\u015fte \u00eentre astral \u015fi teluric, \u00eentre solar \u015fi floral, \u00eentre ardere \u015fi \u00eenghe\u021b, \u00eentr-un monism de crea\u0163ie ce-\u015fi serbeaz\u0103, deopotriv\u0103, triumful \u015fi nelini\u015ftile de amurg:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eTriste\u0163ile nop\u0163ilor sunt<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ne\u00eeng\u0103duitoare. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ele se nasc din tr\u0103irile zilelor,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u015fi mor din dorurile\u00a0 ne\u00eemplinite,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

De aceea nu ne iart\u0103,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ci ne \u00eempov\u0103reaz\u0103… <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

cu dorin\u0163a cunoa\u015fterii de sine\u201d.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Deci, Heanton ti morumenos<\/em>, cum a zis inegalabilul Charles Baudelaire, pentru vecie \u00een vers Socraticul delphic: \u201eCunoa\u015fte-te pe tine \u00eensu\u0163i\u201d\u2026A\u015fa\u00a0 o roste\u015fte poeta, aflat\u0103 pe drumul f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentoarcere al crea\u0163iei: de p\u0103dure. de c\u00e2mp, de ispit\u0103: Holzwege<\/em>!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eP\u0103catul Evei\u201d <\/em>dezv\u0103luie multitudinea de \u00eentreb\u0103ri pe care poeta \u015fi le pune pentru a descifra eternul feminin. Este ea, Eva vinovat\u0103 pentru c\u0103 i-a oferit lui Adam m\u0103rul?! Sau este cea aleas\u0103 s\u0103 poarte \u00een sine acuzele pierderii paradisului, r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd ca un simbol al d\u0103ruirii, al inocen\u0163ei, al iubirii \u015fi bun\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201e<\/em>Dumnezeu i-a d\u0103ruit lui Adam pe Eva;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

– ca s\u0103 nu fie singur \u2013<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Din dragoste, a f\u0103cut-o frumoas\u0103,<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu ochii iscoditori \u015fi trup ml\u0103dios. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015earpele s-a sup\u0103rat… <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

numai el trebuia s\u0103-\u015fi unduiasc\u0103 trupul. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei viclean,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

s-a pref\u0103cut c-o iube\u015fte pe Eva, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

d\u0103ruindu-i un m\u0103r din pomul oprit. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ea,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

iubitoare \u015fi bun\u0103, 1-a \u00eendemnat \u015fi pe Adam <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 mu\u015fte din fructul minunat… <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei Adam.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

a gustat… <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi i-a pl\u0103cut. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Care e p\u0103catul Evei?\u201d<\/em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sub fl\u0103c\u0103rile umbroase ale divinei Interoga\u0163ii se construiesc \u00een joac\u0103, simulacre de \u201eIubire pe internet”, \u201eNostalgie” <\/em>\u00eentre ..Via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi Moarte”, <\/em>aspira\u0163iile ludice: de pietricele azv\u00e2rlite \u00een apa Scaldei \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ilor f\u0103r\u0103 viitor, cele patru feluri de pietricele: \u201ealbe \u015fi negre, maro, cenu\u015fii” care s-ar putea crede cu ardoare \u015fi sfin\u0163enie poeta: s\u0103-\u015fi recapete str\u0103lucirea, s\u0103 redevin\u0103, flori ro\u015fii-aurii, autentici \u201emaci ro\u015fii”, precum la marele poet. de azi. Dan Grosu cu a sa V\u00e2n\u0103toare a lui<\/em>,, Pan <\/em>“.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen Jocul ei celest-teiuric, poeta re-tr\u0103ie\u015fte continuu \u015fi cotidian, un Viitor care s\u0103 re-\u00eentemeieze Copil\u0103ria, un imposibil care s\u0103 instituie fiin\u0163ial Realit\u0103\u0163ii. Ea spune cu o sinceritate derutant\u0103. aproape stins\u0103 dar mereu, ve\u015fnic revigorat\u0103:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eDe mic\u0103, am visat s\u0103 merg pe valul apei \u00eenspumat, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

S-adun \u00een ochi mi\u015fcarea lui \u015fi reflectarea cerului, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 simt r\u0103coare-i la picioare, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 simt c\u0103-ntregul corp m\u0103 doare. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei \u00eentr-o zi…”<\/em> (Joc)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iat\u0103 c\u0103 se poate: Sic itur ad Astra, a\u015fa posibilul \u015fi realul merg \u00eempreun\u0103…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Tudor GHIDEANU! <\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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