{"id":2770,"date":"2018-10-31T14:21:01","date_gmt":"2018-10-31T14:21:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=2770"},"modified":"2018-10-31T14:34:33","modified_gmt":"2018-10-31T14:34:33","slug":"florin-dochia-poezie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/florin-dochia-poezie\/","title":{"rendered":"Florin Dochia\/Poezie"},"content":{"rendered":"<hr \/>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-2771\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"519\" height=\"519\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-300x300.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-768x768.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-700x700.jpg 700w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-210x210.jpg 210w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 519px) 100vw, 519px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>working class goes to heaven<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>sisif s-a angajat la c\u0103rat nisip \u00een clepsidre<br \/>\nurc\u0103 opt ore pe zi cu sacul \u00een spate<br \/>\np\u00e2n\u0103 la gura cuvei superioare<br \/>\napoi coboar\u0103 degrab\u0103 pe tobogan<br \/>\nca s\u0103 umple sacul din nou \u015fi din nou \u015fi din nou<\/p>\n<p>are impresia c\u0103 dup\u0103 ce pleac\u0103 acas\u0103<br \/>\nnimic nu mai curge \u00een clepsidr\u0103<br \/>\na\u015fa c\u0103 poate lini\u015ftit<br \/>\ns\u0103 se bucure de cina tainic\u0103<br \/>\ns\u0103 conceap\u0103 copii s\u0103n\u0103to\u015fi<br \/>\ns\u0103 joace \u015fah cu vecinul de vizavi<\/p>\n<p><strong>tickets to nowhere<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>m-am mutat \u00een patul pentru insomnii<br \/>\n\u015fi visez la trupul t\u0103u cu umbrele ad\u00e2nci.<\/p>\n<p>a\u015f construi o colivie pentru \u00eengeri<br \/>\nchiar pe genunchii t\u0103i.<\/p>\n<p>odihne\u015fte-\u0163i lumina din privire<br \/>\nea \u00eenc\u0103 exist\u0103 \u015fi-mi z\u00e2mbe\u015fte \u015f\u0103galnic.<\/p>\n<p>via\u0163a nu-\u0163i va oferi nimic altceva definitiv.<\/p>\n<p><strong>navigator<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>piatra asta e o pas\u0103re<br \/>\ndin care zborul a plecat.<\/p>\n<p>acum \u00een\u0163eleg de ce o p\u0103strezi \u00een palme<br \/>\no \u00eenc\u0103lze\u015fti la s\u00e2ngele t\u0103u<br \/>\n\u015fi-i vorbe\u015fti \u00een parabole.<\/p>\n<p>tu vezi umbra iubirii mele<br \/>\npe zidul cu care \u0163i-am d\u0103ruit inima.<\/p>\n<p>poate de aceea inima ta<br \/>\nm\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 prin lume<br \/>\n\u00eemi lumineaz\u0103 insomniile<br \/>\nalung\u0103 furtunile din porturi<br \/>\nca s\u0103 pot ancora \u00een siguran\u0163\u0103<br \/>\ncu toat\u0103 flota mea de speran\u0163e \u015fi de iluzii.<\/p>\n<p>\u015ftie c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi m\u0103 voi scufunda at\u00e2t de ad\u00e2nc<br \/>\n\u00eentr-unul dintre oceanele ascunse<br \/>\n\u00eenc\u00e2t voi g\u0103si s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a din care<br \/>\n\u00een piatra ta se va \u00eentocmi<br \/>\ncea mai frumoas\u0103 alc\u0103tuire de aripi<br \/>\nchiar dac\u0103 zidul va fi \u00eenghi\u0163it de umbr\u0103<br \/>\nacolo \u00een inima ta \u00een s\u00e2ngele t\u0103u fierbinte.<\/p>\n<p><strong>communio sanctorum<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>ah cerul acesta ca burta unui pe\u015fte albastru<br \/>\nprins \u00een plasa unui pescar surd \u015fi orb<br \/>\ndormeai sub el am venit la tine<br \/>\n\u0163i-am sp\u0103lat picioarele cu lumin\u0103<br \/>\n\u015fi m\u00e2inile mi s-au f\u0103cut aripi<br \/>\naerul str\u0103lucea \u00een jurul nostru<br \/>\n\u015fi ne \u00een\u0103l\u0163am ca un fum auriu<br \/>\ndin vreascuri stropite cu mir<br \/>\n\u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa\u0163i a\u015fa cum ne-a \u00eenchipuit chagall<br \/>\n\u00eentr-o clip\u0103 de gra\u0163ie<br \/>\ndeparte de casa copil\u0103riei lui<br \/>\ndeparte de prima lui iubire<br \/>\ntat\u0103 al nostru caut\u0103 o stea<br \/>\ndeseneaz\u0103-ne pe ea s\u0103la\u015f<br \/>\nnesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 fie gloria ta<br \/>\nchipul t\u0103u s\u0103-mpodobeasc\u0103 zidurile<br \/>\nsta\u0163iilor de metrou<br \/>\n\u015fi peretele garsonierei de la mansard\u0103<br \/>\nunde scriu acest mesaj pe geamul aburit<br \/>\nprivind ploaia acestui sf\u00e2r\u015fit de martie<br \/>\nah cerul acesta ascuns<br \/>\nsub care sinuciga\u015fii mai caut\u0103 o \u015fans\u0103<\/p>\n<p><strong>epifanie<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>eram un bizet adormit pe canapea<br \/>\ndiminea\u0163a c\u0103dea peste mine ca habanera din opera carmen<br \/>\nchiar o uitasem pe pian<br \/>\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 paharul de absint<br \/>\nchiar urma s\u0103 m\u0103 visez dans\u00e2nd<br \/>\n\u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 cu o panter\u0103 necunoscut\u0103<br \/>\npe malul unui r\u00e2u vijelios<br \/>\nca-ntr-o pictur\u0103 a vame\u015fului<\/p>\n<p>ce ar mai fi de zis?<br \/>\ndoar c\u0103 oricine m\u0103 poate vinde<\/p>\n<p><strong>keep out<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>sunt singurul care umple golul acesta<br \/>\ndintre a\u015ftept\u0103ri?<br \/>\nmalul tamisei e pustiu<br \/>\nnici lebedele reginei nu mai ies la plimbare<\/p>\n<p>yes of course ar spune prin\u0163ul charles<br \/>\nz\u00e2mbind alb la r\u0103\u0163oiul \u0163an\u0163o\u015f<br \/>\ncare str\u0103bate paji\u015ftea verde<\/p>\n<p>yes of course sunte\u0163i cu to\u0163ii la steeplechase<br \/>\ncu p\u0103l\u0103riile voastre de pai<br \/>\n\u015fi cu femeile voastre cu umbr\u00e8le de soare<\/p>\n<p>e de datoria mea s\u0103 umplu<br \/>\ngolul acesta care m\u0103-nconjoar\u0103<br \/>\ncare-mi intr\u0103-n piele p\u00e2n\u0103 la os<br \/>\nvoi sta at\u00e2t de frumos<br \/>\n\u00een golul acesta dintre dou\u0103 absen\u0163e<br \/>\nca statuia unui pianist \u00een zdren\u0163e<br \/>\ncare \u015fi-a dat smochingul pe dou\u0103 \u0163ig\u0103ri de foi<br \/>\n\u015fi pe o c\u0103ru\u0163\u0103 de trifoi<br \/>\npentru calul c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103tor la ascot<br \/>\nun pianist de statuie cum altul nu e<br \/>\n\u015fi nici nu va fi<\/p>\n<p>a murit muzica \u00een covent garden<br \/>\na murit \u015fi dansul<br \/>\nthe winter is comming \u015fi-\u015fi ia avansul<br \/>\ne golul din mine prins \u00een furtun\u0103<br \/>\nthe beast of the east nu cere arvun\u0103<br \/>\nm\u0103-mbrac\u0103-n z\u0103pad\u0103 de sus p\u00e2n\u0103 jos<\/p>\n<p>eu \u015fi r\u0103\u0163oiul maiestuos<br \/>\npe malul tamisei<br \/>\nam\u00e2ndoi \u00een a\u015fteptarea promisei.<\/p>\n<p><em>18 martie 2018 h 22:27\u00a0\u00b7\u00a0Slough, United Kingdom<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Florin Dochia<br \/>\nN\u0103scut \u00een C\u00e2mpina, la 28 martie 1950<br \/>\nVolume:<br \/>\nPoezie \u2013 15<br \/>\nEseu \u2013 4<br \/>\nCronic\u0103 literar\u0103 \u2013 2<br \/>\nInterviuri &#8211; 1<br \/>\nC<em>\u00e2nd m-am n\u0103scut eu, secolul trecut \u00eemplinea cincizeci de ani. Nu cred c\u0103 acest lucru i-a influen\u0163at cu ceva dezvoltarea ulterioar\u0103. S-a sf\u00e2r\u015fit deplorabil, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eempliniri notabile; nimeni nu-i va putea \u015fterge, \u00eens\u0103, pecetea de veacul cel mai criminal din toate c\u00e2te s-au cunoscut. \u015ei \u00eenc\u0103, precum doar prin\/din suferin\u0163\u0103 se na\u015fte ceea ce d\u0103inuie, nimeni nu-i va putea \u015fterge pecetea de veac al celor mai importante revolu\u0163ii \u015fi e\u015fecuri din istoria omenirii. Poate doar focul \u015fi roata\u2026 Eu apar\u0163in secolului \u00een care au murit utopiile. Apar\u0163in secolului care a c\u0103scat pr\u0103pastia \u00eentre via\u0163a interioar\u0103 \u015fi aceea exterioar\u0103 a fiin\u0163ei umane, amplific\u00e2nd schizofrenia civiliza\u0163iei. Ruptura e \u00een fiecare dintre noi, fie c\u0103 o recunoa\u015ftem, fie c\u0103 nu. <\/em><br \/>\n<em>Din aceast\u0103 situa\u0163ie a fiin\u0163ei mele s-au n\u0103scut poemele ce s-au scris mai departe \u015fi toate celelalte lucruri pe care le-am f\u0103cut, cu voie sau f\u0103r\u0103 de voie. Via\u0163\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu le poate insufla, mai departe, dec\u00e2t tu, cititorule. Poate c\u0103 merit\u0103.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, Filiala Poezie Bucure\u015fti<br \/>\nRedactor-\u015fef al publica\u0163iilor literare \u201eRevista Nou\u0103\u201d (2000-2018) &amp; \u201eUrmuz\u201d (2014-2018)<br \/>\n\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026..<br \/>\nGeometria singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii, poezie, Editura Premier, Ploie\u015fti, 2003, (premiul Opera prima al Festivalului Interna\u0163ional \u00abNichita St\u0103nescu\u00bb, 2004)<br \/>\nGr\u0103dina de h\u00e2rtie, poezie, cu ilustra\u0163iile autorului, Editura Premier, Ploie\u015fti, 2003<br \/>\nConserva de fluturi, poezie, Editura Premier, Ploie\u015fti, 2004 (cu desene de Lidia Nicolae)<br \/>\nPuterea lui Don Quijote, studiu aplicativ asupra surselor \u015fi rosturilor crea\u0163iei [interviuri cu personalit\u0103\u0163i culturale], Editura Funda\u0163iei Culturale Libra, 2006<br \/>\n33 &#8211; piatr\u0103 pas\u0103re, duh, poezie, Editura Funda\u0163iei Culturale Libra, 2007 (cu 33 de desene de Lidia Nicolae)<br \/>\n\u015earpele dezaripat, poezie, Editura Princeps Edit, Ia\u015fi, 2008<br \/>\nC\u00e2ntece pentru \u015ftergerea umbrei, poezie, Editura Premier, Ploie\u015fti, 2010<br \/>\nElegii de pe strada mea, poezie, Editura Premier, Ploie\u015fti, 2011<br \/>\nPrins \u00een lumea cuvintelor, 1, eseuri, Editura Premier, 2012<br \/>\nStare de lectur\u0103, critic\u0103 literar\u0103, Editura Premier, 2013<br \/>\nPrins \u00een lumea cuvintelor, 2, eseuri, Editura Premier, 2013<br \/>\nElegiile c\u0103derii, poezie, Colec\u0163ia Biblioteca de C\u00e2mpina, Editura Premier, Ploie\u015fti, 2013<br \/>\nOrb pe mare, poezie, Editura PIM, Ia\u015fi, 2014 (cu 10 desene de Lidia Nicolae)<br \/>\nFerestre spre curtea interioar\u0103, poezie, Editura Funda\u0163iei Culturale Libra, 2015<br \/>\nC\u00e2ntece pentru Inanna \/ Chansons pour Inanna, version fran\u00e7aise par Laura \u015eerban, cu 16 desene de Lidia Nicolae, poezie, Editura Funda\u0163iei Culturale Libra, 2015<br \/>\nPrins \u00een lumea cuvintelor, 3, eseuri, Editura Funda\u0163iei Culturale Libra, 2015<br \/>\nFenomenul K, eseuri, Editura Detectiv Literar, 2015<br \/>\nStare de lectur\u0103, 2, critic\u0103 literar\u0103, Editura Detectiv Literar, 2016<br \/>\nC\u00e2ntece pentru Inanna \/ Songs for Inanna, english version by Adriana Bulz, cu 20 de desene semnate de Daniela R\u00eenda\u015fu, poezie, Editura Funda\u0163iei Culturale Libra, 2016<br \/>\n\u00centunericul. Alte elegii de pe strada mea, poezie, Editura Rafet, 2017<br \/>\nProduse derivate, poezie, Editura Grinta, 2017 (Premiul Na\u0163ional de Poezie \u201eV. Voiculescu\u201d, 2017<br \/>\nNoptalgii, poezie, Editura Detectiv Literar, 2018<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de NIG\/Florida<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<hr \/>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-2771\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"519\" height=\"519\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-300x300.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-768x768.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-700x700.jpg 700w, http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/10\/21765655_10203847591187326_1539696158745053887_o-210x210.jpg 210w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 519px) 100vw, 519px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>working class goes to heaven<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>sisi&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[28,44,47],"tags":[],"coauthors":[75],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4rsGx-IG","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2770"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2770"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2770\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2775,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2770\/revisions\/2775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2770"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2770"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2770"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=2770"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}