{"id":8018,"date":"2012-10-18T17:35:24","date_gmt":"2012-10-18T17:35:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=8018"},"modified":"2012-10-20T08:32:37","modified_gmt":"2012-10-20T08:32:37","slug":"maria-rugina-in-lumina-inocentei","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/10\/18\/maria-rugina-in-lumina-inocentei\/","title":{"rendered":"Maria Rugin\u0103: \u00cen lumina inocen\u021bei"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \"\"<\/a>Perle curg\u0103toare, nestinse br\u0103zdeaz\u0103 cerul volumului ,,\u00ceN AMURG\u201d (Ed. Timpul, 2004) al poetei \u0219i publicistei Emilia \u021au\u021buianu, director al Editurii Mu\u0219atinia, din Roman.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Drumul \u00eendoit al Iubirii \u2013 de la auror\u0103 la crepuscul \u0219i invers \u2013 este marcat atent, cu indicatoare luminoase, pline de speran\u021b\u0103. \u00centr-un singur punct, \u0219erpuirea prea ame\u021bitoare d\u0103 autoarei senza\u021bia abisal\u0103 a nimicniciei : ,,S\u0103 nu a\u0219tep\u021bi pe nimeni… s\u0103 nu a\u0219tep\u021bi nimic!\u201d (,,Agapia\u201d), dar acesta este doar aparent cap\u0103tul drumului. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Confirm\u00e2ndu-l pe Miguel de Unamuno (,,Numai ideea pe care o tr\u0103ie\u0219ti tu este adev\u0103rat\u0103\u201d) \u0219i acces\u00e2nd dreptul intim cel mai important, pe care trebuie s\u0103-l cucereasc\u0103 omul pentru a \u00eenvinge \u2013 acela de a contrazice(chiar \u0219i pe sine) \u2013 Emilia \u021au\u021buianu \u00eenainteaz\u0103 \u0219i ajunge la adev\u0103rul s\u0103u pe calea sigur\u0103 a tr\u0103irii, a convingerii nemijlocite c\u0103 puritatea \u0219i bun\u0103tatea \u00ee\u021bi pot aduce fericirea : ,,S\u0103 fii bun, ca s\u0103 po\u021bi fi fericit\u201d (,,Agapia\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Extras din ,,Pe\u0219tera lui Platon\u201d, prin zeiescul neast\u00e2mp\u0103r al Norocului, abia \u00een amurg, c\u00e2nd lumina \u00ee\u0219i ofer\u0103 cu disperarea desp\u0103r\u021birii str\u0103lucirea, Omul, mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i cap-mintea dup\u0103 ,,cele ce sunt\u201d, vede, \u00een\u021belege \u0219i crede. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Vede \u0219i \u00een\u021belege c\u0103 planeta noastr\u0103 este locuit\u0103 doar de dou\u0103,,popoare\u201d \u2013 femei \u0219i b\u0103rba\u021bi \u2013 care poart\u0103 \u00eentre ele un nesf\u00e2r\u0219it r\u0103zboi, pe via\u021b\u0103 ( ca durat\u0103), pentru via\u021b\u0103 (ca finalitate), cu cel mai mare consum de via\u021b\u0103 (ca rezultat).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0218i atunci, \u00eencepe s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 aceast\u0103 etap\u0103, care este doar praf, pulbere \u0219i fum, trebuie dep\u0103\u0219it\u0103, c\u0103 undeva, \u00een nesf\u00e2r\u0219it, va fi exist\u00e2nd un loc ,,f\u0103r\u0103 durere \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 suspin\u201d, \u00een care ar putea ajunge cel pu\u021bin o parte din sine…<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Substan\u021ba uman\u0103 este animat\u0103 de elanul des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irii, care poate fi activat doar cu cheia Iubirii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sufletul hipersensibil al poetei a descoperit aceast\u0103 cheie, acces\u00e2nd cu ea cerurile albastre ale firii. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ,,Amurgul\u201d emilian sugereaz\u0103 o arhitectur\u0103 a sublimului de toate zilele, d\u00e2nd contur ,,visului etern\u201d, inoculat de valul nest\u0103vilit de iubire, din sufletele bunicilor, rev\u0103rsat ,,asupra tuturor\u201d . <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nucleul, loc geometric al acestei echilibrate construc\u021bii, pare s\u0103 fie tocmai \u00eent\u00e2lnirea \u00eentre prima \u0219i ,,a doua inocen\u021b\u0103\u201d (\u00c9lie Faure), care a durat \u00een sufletul copilului \u2013 odat\u0103 cu firescul des-zidirii nemiloase a trecerii \u2013 \u00eencrederea \u00een for\u021ba binelui, a sim\u021birii \u0219i a tr\u0103irii curate \u0219i depline, sub ,,Lumina sidefat\u0103\u201d a tradi\u021biei \u0219i a credin\u021bei.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 De altfel, transparen\u021ba edificiului \u2013 trecut\u0103 prin verdele cuminte al temeliei, sub privirea ochiului deschis al intr\u0103rii \u00een alb-negrul existen\u021bial \u2013 este magistral sugerat\u0103 de penelul artistului plastic Iosif Haidu. Privind coperta \u0219i grafica interioar\u0103 a c\u0103r\u021bii, \u00eengem\u0103narea text-linie este at\u00e2t de perfect\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t e greu de descifrat care a urmat-o pe cealalt\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Construc\u021bia liric\u0103 nu for\u021beaz\u0103 extremele, nu ascute unghiurile, nu-\u0219i elaboreaz\u0103 \u0219i amplaseaz\u0103 pre\u021bios arcadele, ci urmeaz\u0103 atent\u0103 izvorul curgerii proprii, iriz\u00e2ndu-\u0219i sclipirile \u00een liantul metaforei perene. <\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Iar c\u00e2nd \u00een ,,fiin\u021ba de lut\u201d ,,s-a pitit tainic iubirea\u201d, din r\u0103d\u0103cinile ei ad\u00e2nci au crescut ,,aripi albe\u201d, str\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd ,,Cunoa\u0219terea\u201d.<\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ,,Cetatea Luminii\u201d (,,Labirintul\u201d), asediat\u0103 cu ,,dreptunghiuri, triunghiuri, p\u0103trate \u0219i sfere \/ Venind de departe, vorbind de alte ere\u201d, deschiz\u00e2ndu-se, trebuia s\u0103-i ofere poetei ,,adev\u0103rul\u201d. Era, de fapt, cetatea trupului s\u0103u, care, s\u00e2nger\u00e2nd ,,de durere \u0219i pl\u0103cere\u201d (,,Joc\u201d), \u0219i-a lansat inima-,,rodie\u201d \u00een marea agitat\u0103 de ,,scurgerea hain\u0103 a timpului\u201d (,,Revenire\u201d).<\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Descifr\u00e2nd mecanismul implacabil al acestei nemiloase dimensiuni, poeta \u00eencearc\u0103, prin intensitatea tr\u0103irii, nuan\u021barea dimensional\u0103 a orelor \u0219i zilelor (de la clip\u0103, la zile \u0219i nop\u021bi polare), sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 ,,atunci voi avea Timp \/ s\u0103 Tr\u0103iesc… S\u0103 G\u00e2ndesc, s\u0103 Iubesc\u201d (,,M\u0103rimea Timpului\u201d). <\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O alt\u0103 rival\u0103 pe care o \u00eenfrunt\u0103 inima sa \u00eensetat\u0103 de tr\u0103ire este incertitudinea. M\u00e2ng\u00e2iat\u0103 de zefirul iubirii, p\u0103durea verde a sufletului poetei a m\u0103surat via\u021ba \u0219i moartea cu ,,clipa str\u0103vezie\u201d \u00a0de vis \u0219i amintire, iar ,,c\u00e2nd a c\u0103zut o petal\u0103\u201d, a v\u0103zut \u00een ea ,,fructul\u201d, care ,,n-a mai ap\u0103rut…\u201d (,,Iluzie\u201d). Nes\u0103buin\u021ba cochet\u0103 a Evei, viclenia egoist\u0103 a \u0219arpelui, pustiul a\u0219tept\u0103rii de\u0219arte, sclipirea distant\u0103 a virtualului trec viul dragostei \u00een vis, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 certitudinea ,,cerului fierbinte \u0219i gol\u201d (Nicolae Labi\u0219) al ne\u00eemplinirii : ,,Te caut peste tot… \u0219i nu te g\u0103sesc\u201d (,,Visul dragostei\u201d).<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Este dragostea doar un vis trec\u0103tor? Pascal Bruckner crede c\u0103 ea tr\u0103ie\u0219te doar p\u00e2n\u0103 la m\u0103rturisire. Aici se afl\u0103 capcana: c\u00e2t dureaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 dup\u0103? Este momentul culminant al povestirii de sine \u2013 clipa \u00een care \u00eentrebarea arde, iar r\u0103spunsul \u00eent\u00e2rzie … Este, a\u0219 zice, \u00eemprejurarea fortissim\u0103 \u00een care autoarea a sim\u021bit nevoia acces\u0103rii \u2013 spre desc\u0103rcare \u2013 a acelui z\u0103vor z\u0103g\u0103zuind durerea : ,,Nu a\u0219tepta pe nimeni… nu a\u0219tepta nimic!\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen zbaterea luminoas\u0103 a ,,Amurgului\u201d, Emilia \u021au\u021buianu descoper\u0103 c\u0103 chiar \u0219i nimicul \u00eenseamn\u0103 ceva: proec\u021bia \u00eenapoi a fostului, retr\u0103irea, amintirea \u2013 \u00a0,,Poteca cu tei \u00eenflori\u021bi\u201d, cerul armoniei, ,,flac\u0103ra iubirii\u201d, ascunse \u00een ,,caseta anilor\u201d \u2013 care readuc ,,z\u00e2mbetul lui\u201d, ce \u00eenc\u0103 ,,transform\u0103 tr\u0103irile \u00een rou\u0103\u201d (,,El\u201d).<\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen\u021beleg\u00e2nd c\u0103 orice pas \u00eenainte este, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, \u0219i un pas \u00eenapoi, c\u0103 orice edificiu are at\u00e2t intrare, c\u00e2t \u0219i ie\u0219ire, ne\u00eenfr\u00e2nta arhitect\u0103 a vie\u021bii primite redeschide por\u021bile trecutului, sfid\u00e2nd la\u0219itatea necru\u021b\u0103torului ,,ho\u021b al v\u00e2rstelor\u201d, care ,,fuge…fuge…fuge…\u201d.<\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Iar c\u00e2nd constat\u0103, plin\u0103 de amar\u0103 revolt\u0103, c\u0103 punctul de plecare , ,,Casa bunicilor\u201d , e ,,pustie \u0219i goal\u0103\u201d, iar ,,C\u0103minul p\u0103rin\u021bilor\u201d e ,,ca o pas\u0103re care, \/ dup\u0103 ce \u0219i-a luat zborul, \/ \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 cuibul plin de \/ penele ce i-au c\u0103zut din aripi\u201d, poeta decide, ca un deznod\u0103m\u00e2nt prin autodep\u0103\u0219ire : ,,M\u0103-ntorc la fiin\u021ba iubit\u0103, \/ cu sufletul plin de dragoste, \/ s\u0103-i spun c-a fost cu mine mereu!\u201d (,,Pio\u0219enie\u201d).<\/strong>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00cen lini\u0219tea m\u0103n\u0103stirii, inima sa \u00een\u021belege esen\u021ba tr\u0103irii: ,,Totul vine de la Dumnezeu\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

O carte care se deschide a\u0219tept\u00e2nd, se cite\u0219te vibr\u00e2nd, se \u00eenchide medit\u00e2nd: De ce trebuie a\u0219teptat cel care pleac\u0103, \u00eenl\u0103crim\u00e2nd o iubire pe care a provocat-o? De ce ne \u00eenfrico\u0219eaz\u0103 nimicul, de\u0219i el reprezint\u0103 concentrarea suprem\u0103? \u0218i dac\u0103 femeia trebuie s\u0103 cedeze mereu, cum se explic\u0103 faptul c\u0103 ea este \u00eenving\u0103toare (\u00een amintitul r\u0103zboi), at\u00e2t ca num\u0103r c\u00e2t \u0219i ca longevitate? Ce se cuvine s\u0103 fie EA: Cetate, Redut\u0103, Rachet\u0103?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Maria Rugin\u0103<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Perle curg\u0103toare, nestinse br\u0103zdeaz\u0103 cerul volumului ,,\u00ceN AMURG\u201d (Ed. Timpul, 2004) al poetei \u0219i publicistei Emilia \u021au\u021buianu, director al [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8018","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8018","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8018"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8018\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8018"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8018"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8018"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}