{"id":2866,"date":"2019-05-17T13:10:30","date_gmt":"2019-05-17T13:10:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=2866"},"modified":"2019-05-17T13:10:30","modified_gmt":"2019-05-17T13:10:30","slug":"mihai-marian-poezie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/mihai-marian-poezie\/","title":{"rendered":"Mihai Marian\/Poezie"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00een timp ce tu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een forfota ora\u0219ului, trupul se dilueaz\u0103.
\ne un vis \u00een care pietre din caldar\u00eem se amestec\u0103
\n\u00eempreun\u0103 cu oase de porc \u00eens\u00eengerate \u0219i fulgi de z\u0103pad\u0103.
\noamenii r\u00eed, glumesc, \u00ee\u0219i arat\u0103 din\u021bii lips\u0103,
\npiepturile perforate de mici arici alba\u0219tri care c\u00eend pleznesc,
\nla ie\u0219irea din trup, las\u0103 un miros de parfum
\nce treze\u0219te din somn femeia-p\u0103ianjen.
\nse sperie ca g\u00eendacii din buc\u0103t\u0103rie de raza unei
\nlumini bru\u0219te
\ncelulele corpului c\u00eend \u00eei v\u0103d plasa \u00eentins\u0103.
\npe m\u00eenerele scaunelor din autobuze,
\npe b\u0103ncile din s\u0103lile de a\u0219teptare
\nsclipe\u0219te gr\u0103simea z\u0103d\u0103rniciei.
\nvidul \u00eenconjoar\u0103 cu pa\u0219i sonori totul.
\nnu exist\u0103 trecut \u0219i nici viitor.
\n\u00een zadar scormonesc \u00een amintire dup\u0103 ceva de neiertat, ceva care s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenfioare,
\n\u00een care s\u0103 v\u0103d m\u0103car str\u0103lucirea apei trase la closet.
\ndar nu exist\u0103 nimic furi\u0219at \u00een sus pe treptele memoriei.
\nse zguduie nebune\u0219te ora\u0219ul c\u00eend
\numbra proiectat\u0103 \u00een lungul str\u0103zii
\nface schimb de p\u0103r, cartilaje, oase \u0219i s\u00eenge cu trupul.
\npromisiuni, autostr\u0103zi, benzin\u0103rii cu luminile stinse, fluturarea aripii unei molii
\nse interpun definitiv \u00eentre noi.
\n\u0219tii, relieful acesta ciudat al momentului,
\nsecunda dur\u0103 ca o casc\u0103 de motociclist,
\n\u00eemi spun c\u0103 ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i,
\npumnii str\u00een\u0219i, banda adeziv\u0103 care \u00eemi \u021bine trupul laolalt\u0103,
\nnu vor schimba nimic,
\nvoi r\u0103m\u00eene hibern\u00eend aici la marginea galaxiei,
\n\u00een timp ce tu…<\/p>\n

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zodiac killer<\/strong><\/p>\n

rinichiul artificial de la televizor,
\ngazele lacrimogene de la Victoriei,
\npopula\u0163ia afabil\u0103 cu capete c\u00eet m\u0103slina din col\u021burile casei,
\nsunetul unui motor care refuz\u0103 categoric \u0219i definitiv s\u0103 porneasc\u0103,
\ntoate aceste lucruri
\nar trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 treaz,
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 fereasc\u0103 de plictiseal\u0103.
\n\u0219i \u00een plus, am to\u021bi ace\u0219ti oameni care trec pe strada de sub fereastra mea \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103.
\nasupra oric\u0103ruia dintre ei a\u0219 putea \u00eendreapta o arm\u0103 care s\u0103 le distrug\u0103 nucleul,
\ns\u0103 le toceasc\u0103 axonii,
\na\u015f putea alege o victim\u00e2,
\nuna singur\u0103,
\nalb\u0103,
\nstr\u0103lucitoare,
\nde care s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostesc,
\npe care s\u0103 o urm\u0103resc prin lunet\u0103 ca prin obiectivul primului aparat de filmat,
\nzile \u00een \u0219ir,
\ns\u0103pt\u0103m\u00eeni,
\nsecole,
\np\u00een\u0103 c\u00eend ar ajunge \u00een starea sa de particul\u0103 elementar\u0103
\n\u0219i am fi
\nhidrogen \u0219i amoniac,
\nsintez\u0103 abiogen\u0103 \u00een lumea \u00een care
\nsingur\u0103tatea ar fi putut r\u0103m\u00eene doar un cuv\u00eent.<\/p>\n

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another poem not written by a poet<\/strong><\/p>\n

de ceva timp,
\nnu mai pot sta \u00een preajma oamenilor.
\nvii sau mor\u021bi,
\nnu conteaz\u0103.
\nm\u0103 paralizeaz\u0103 accesele de fericire,
\nm\u0103 inhib\u0103 geometria s\u0103r\u0103c\u0103cioas\u0103
\na chipurilor defuncte,
\nnasurile alungite,
\nochii pierdu\u021bi \u00een orbite
\nunghiile ce par c\u0103 tot cresc doar pentru c\u0103
\ntrupul continu\u0103 s\u0103 piard\u0103 ap\u0103 dar s\u0103 c\u00ee\u0219tige pove\u0219ti.
\n\u00eens\u0103 acum,
\npe aceast\u0103 potec\u0103 a unui no man\u2019s land c\u00eet ora\u015ful,
\nprintre geamurile opace,
\nblocate cu buc\u0103\u021bi de carton \u0219i placaj,
\ndesenate cu graffiti,
\nprintre cablurile care ies din p\u0103m\u00eent prin t\u0103ieturile \u00eenveli\u015fului de protec\u0163ie,
\nprintre frontoane n\u0103p\u0103dite de mucegai
\n\u0219i fa\u0163ade lipsite de caracter,
\nindiscernabile,
\nconfuze,
\nde nerecunoscut,
\n\u0219tiu sigur c\u0103
\ncel\u0103lalt om asupra c\u0103ruia cade alegerea
\ne tocmai acela ce vine din fa\u0163\u0103,
\ncel pe l\u00eeng\u0103 care tocmai trec
\n\u2014am \u0219i trecut\u2014
\nacum nu mai poate fi un necunoscut oarecare,
\nchiar dac\u0103 nu-i \u0219tiu numele,
\nocupa\u021bia,
\nnu-i cunosc familia, prietenii.
\n\u00eel privesc \u00eencerc\u00eend s\u0103-mi deghizez aten\u021bia \u00een indiferen\u021b\u0103.
\ne dus pe g\u00eenduri \u015fi
\npentru c\u0103 i-am observat
\nchipul fisurat \u0219i m\u0103sluit, m\u0103 ia \u015fi m\u0103 duce cu sine,
\nm\u0103 plimb\u0103 printre modestele noastre transcenden\u0163e,
\ntrecem \u00een revist\u0103 re\u021belele capilare ale \u00eentregului ora\u0219.
\ndus pe alt\u0103 lume,
\nuneori doar pre\u0163 de o clip\u0103, mai observ pe c\u00eete cineva,
\no cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103, un coleg, un str\u0103in,
\n\u00eens\u0103 doar c\u00eet s\u0103 ofer un foc sau deschid o u\u0219\u0103,
\nalteori pe o durat\u0103 mai lung\u0103,
\nmici vie\u021bi \u00eentr-una din lumile mele,
\nmor\u021bi insignifiante \u00een via\u0163a aceasta de aici
\ndin care te treze\u0219ti
\nca dintr-un somn de dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103
\ntremur\u00eend.<\/p>\n

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negru opac<\/strong><\/p>\n

seara,
\nlucrurile,
\n\u00een mod contrastant
\n\u00eencepeau s\u0103 se lumineze,
\ns\u0103 se l\u0103mureasc\u0103 at\u00eet c\u00eet trebuie.
\ncercetam cu privirea branula albastr\u0103,
\naurele colegilor,
\npic\u0103turile fluorescente de esmeron,
\ninvanz,
\nfentanyl richter \u0219i morfin\u0103
\ncare se scurgeau ritmic \u00een firul perfuzorului.
\ns\u00eent necesare c\u00e2teva ore de odihn\u0103 \u015fi somn
\ntrupului jupuit \u0219i ud,
\n\u00eemi spuneam \u00een g\u00eend, \u0219i totul va fi bine.
\ndar singurele lucruri care se cuib\u0103reau al\u0103turi de mine
\nsub cear\u0219aful inscrip\u021bionat cu majusculele a\u00eebastre ale spitalului jude\u021bean
\nerau co\u0219marurile\u2014
\ntehnologie nou\u0103
\ninfailibil\u0103,,
\nl\u0103cuit\u0103,
\nstr\u0103lucitoare,
\nroas\u0103 simetric pe margini de \u015foarecii stelelor \u2014
\n\u0219i setea.
\no sete asemenea unui cod de bare a c\u0103rui stabilitate fractalic\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00eenea coroziv\u0103 ca s\u00eengele insectelor veninoase p\u00een\u0103 \u00een zori.
\n\u201cexist\u0103 lucruri
\nexist\u0103 un fel de lumin\u0103 al c\u0103rei miez odat\u0103 fr\u00eent
\napare mai str\u0103lucitor dec\u00eet lumina\u201c
\nnop\u021bi la r\u00eend am auzit \u00een vis acela\u0219i lucru,
\n\u00een timp ce \u00een dep\u0103rtare distingeam
\nat\u00eern\u00eend de singura creang\u0103
\na unui copac carbonizat gata s\u0103 colapseze,
\no gogoa\u0219a enorm\u0103 de vierme de m\u0103tase
\nleg\u0103n\u00eendu-se u\u0219or \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00eentului.
\ndin timp \u00een timp aceasta se desf\u0103cea l\u0103s\u00eend s\u0103 ias\u0103
\ndin interior figuri geometrice albe \u0219i negre,
\npiese ale unui joc de puzzle
\ncrepuscular,
\nlichid,
\npe care nu reu\u0219eam niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eel rezolv.
\n\u201cal\u0103turi de al\u0163ii e\u015fti cineva \u201c \u00eencepea s\u0103 repete mecanic b\u0103tr\u00eenul din patul vecin dup\u0103 ce plecau vizitatorii.
\nchipurile colegilor de salon
\nalbeau l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine ca ni\u015fte efigii,
\nse schimbau necontenit
\naccentu\u00eend impresia c\u0103 te afli de fiecare dat\u0103 \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 lume,
\no alt\u0103 selva oscura de esmeron,
\nmorfin\u0103 \u0219i invanz,
\nluminat\u0103 at\u00eet c\u00eet trebuie.<\/p>\n

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oloid<\/strong><\/p>\n

cred \u00een tine,
\n\u0219tiu c\u0103 exi\u0219ti,
\nchiar dac\u0103 nu ai cont de socializare,
\nchiar dac\u0103 mai mereu pleci exact \u00een mijlocul conversa\u021biei.
\ncred \u00een tine
\nc\u00eend spui \u201c mai dormi, e \u00eenc\u0103 devreme\u201c,
\nc\u00eend deschizi larg ferestrele,
\nc\u00eend seara, de\u0219i ne \u00eentoarcem
\npe acela\u0219i drum acas\u00e2,
\nfarurile noastre nu lumineaz\u0103
\npe marginea \u0219oselei acela\u0219i orb slab \u0219i \u00eenalt,
\nacelea\u0219i ce\u021buri melancolice \u0219i verzi.
\ncred \u00een tine, chiar dac\u0103
\nplutesc ca un chi\u0219toc de \u021bigar\u0103-n rigol\u0103,
\nchiar dac\u0103 creierul meu nu are nicio vin\u0103.
\ncred, pentru c\u0103 accep\u021bi un joc periculos
\ncu s\u00eerm\u0103 ghimpat\u0103 \u00een loc de ochi
\n\u0219i metode exacte de-a provoca durerea.<\/p>\n

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cel mai bine m\u0103 pricep
\ns\u0103 scriu despre
\n[NIMIC]
\nam \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 fac asta
\nignor\u00eend
\n[CERTITUDINEA]
\nfalsa zei\u021b\u0103
\ncare niciodat\u0103 nu risc\u0103 nimic.
\nnu e nimic nou \u00een ceea ce spun,
\ndimpotriv\u0103:
\nabia dac\u0103 este
\n[CEVA]
\nlumea aceasta \u00een mod cert a fost creat\u0103
\ncu scopul propriului abandon.
\n\u00ee\u021bi scriu:
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 ier\u021bi,
\ns\u0103 nu m\u0103 ui\u021bi,
\ns\u0103 nu ui\u021bi c\u0103 s\u00eent ur\u00eet,
\nnehot\u0103r\u00eet,
\ngol pe din\u0103untru,
\nrectiliniu,
\nc\u0103 port chipul s\u0103lbatic al unei anume fericiri
\n\u0219i c\u0103 ce aduce \u00eenapoi marea,
\nnu este altceva dec\u00eet dovada trecerii timpului,
\na lucrurilor care c\u00eend pleac\u0103 par c\u0103 r\u0103m\u00een.<\/p>\n

ceva doar al t\u0103u<\/strong><\/p>\n

stele \u0219i pulsul c\u0103\u021b\u0103r\u0103tor,
\npulsul \u00een scar\u0103,
\nimaginea care ar fi putut s\u0103 fie obsesia a \u0219apte vie\u021bi
\n\u00een \u0219apte trupuri diferite,
\ndirec\u021bia spre care nu te po\u021bi \u00eendrepta
\ndec\u00eet izbindu-te cu toat\u0103 for\u021ba de un perete.
\n\u201c trebuie s\u0103 fie o ie\u0219ire din gaura asta de \u0219arpe
\neste singurul motiv pentru care mai scriu r\u00eendurile astea. \u201c
\n\u00een \u0219ir indian,
\n\u00eempletici\u021bi pe str\u0103zi,
\nadormim cu napalmul \u00een g\u00eend.
\ne-at\u00eeta lumin\u0103.
\n\u201c\u0103sta e corpul delict!\u201c
\nsingur la marginea ora\u0219ului
\n\u0219i totul \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat,
\nbine str\u00eens \u00een plas\u0103 de s\u00eerm\u0103.
\ncea din urm\u0103 ezitare,
\nultimele \u0219uvi\u021be \u0219iroitoare de ap\u0103,
\nultima dat\u0103 c\u00eend \u00eemi acoperi ochii
\ncu ceva doar al t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

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~Negru Opac \u2013 a\u0219a cum e cunoscut de ceva vreme Mihai Maria<\/strong>n \u00een zona literar\u0103 a mediului online \u2013 e, ca poet, un amestec excelent de contrarii. F\u0103r\u0103 a derapa \u00een comercialul instapoe\u021bilor gen Rupi Kaur sau Hollie McNish, N.O. propune un mix extrem de reu\u0219it de profunzimi metafizice, anxiet\u0103\u021bi cotidiene \u0219i un gen de emo\u021bie simpl\u0103, profund uman\u0103, de care suficien\u021bi poe\u021bi tineri cu adev\u0103rat talenta\u021bi se feresc, dar pe care cititorii o caut\u0103. E unul din paradoxurile poeziei rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti contemporane, iar N.O. se plaseaz\u0103 pe un traseu care pare s\u0103 rezolve, p\u00e2n\u0103 la un punct, dilema \u2013 e preferabil, oricum, ca dilemele poetice s\u0103 nu fie rezolvate p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. Poezia lui M.M. marcheaz\u0103 un punct \u00een care discu\u021bia despre ce se poate \u0219i ce nu se mai poate face \u00een poezie ar merita redeschis\u0103.~<\/p>\n

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~O surpriz\u0103 de propor\u021bii este a doua carte a lui Mihai Marian, dup\u0103 debutul destul de prudent din 2018 cu Negru Opac. Mi-am promis s\u0103 iau o pauz\u0103 de la recomand\u0103ri de ultima copert\u0103, nevr\u00e2nd s\u0103 ajung ca al\u021bii un autor profesionist de blurb-uri, \u00eens\u0103 volumul s\u0103u m-a \u021binut cu sufletul la gur\u0103. Am \u00eenceput s\u0103-l citesc convins c\u0103 \u00eemi voi doza lectura \u00een c\u00e2teva reprize, \u00eens\u0103 mi-a fost imposibil s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc \u2013 \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 ab\u021bin de la a scrie aceste r\u00e2nduri. Dac\u0103 ar fi fost doar cartea cuiva care a f\u0103cut \u00eentr-un timp scurt ni\u0219te progrese semnificative \u00een ordinea nout\u0103\u021bii discursului s\u0103u, nu a\u0219 fi fost peste m\u0103sur\u0103 de \u00eenc\u00e2ntat, am tot v\u0103zut poe\u021bi bunicei care prind trenul ceva mai t\u00e2rziu \u0219i se raliaz\u0103 la o mod\u0103 sau un curent literar \u2013 \u0219i cam asta e tot. \u00cens\u0103 M. Marian nu doar c\u0103 scrie acum cu naturale\u021bea, v\u00e2na \u0219i tehnicitatea excelent st\u0103p\u00e2nit\u0103 a celor mai buni poe\u021bi, \u00eens\u0103 biografismul s\u0103u e d\u00e2rz, autentic \u0219i nerutinat, expresia limpede, iar nervul etic vibreaz\u0103 lucid \u0219i neconcesiv. Stoicismul s\u0103u e o experien\u021b\u0103 pe care Mihai Marian o \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219e\u0219te f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mimeze \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrea cu tot dinadinsul s\u0103 se fac\u0103 simpatic celui care-i cite\u0219te versurile. De fapt, am impresia c\u0103 aspectul acesta a \u00eencetat s\u0103-l mai intereseze. Iar de aici cred c\u0103 \u00eencepe o aventur\u0103 poetic\u0103 realmente pasionant\u0103.~<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Claudiu Komartin<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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