{"id":2888,"date":"2019-06-08T16:08:10","date_gmt":"2019-06-08T16:08:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=2888"},"modified":"2019-06-08T16:08:11","modified_gmt":"2019-06-08T16:08:11","slug":"gokcenur-celebiogluturcia-poezie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/gokcenur-celebiogluturcia-poezie\/","title":{"rendered":"G\u00f6k\u00e7enur \u00c7elebio\u011flu(Turcia)\/Poezie"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00cen traducerea lui Claudiu Komartin
\nPoezii din volumul \u201eEnciclopedia lucrurilor uitate\u201d
\n(Casa de Editur\u0103 Max Blecher)<\/p>\n

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G\u00f6k\u00e7enur \u00c7. (pseudonimul lui G\u00f6k\u00e7enur \u00c7elebio\u011flu) s-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1971 \u0219i a absolvit Universitatea Tehnic\u0103 din Istanbul, fiind inginer \u00een domeniul electric, cu un masterat \u00een Administrarea afacerilor. Poet \u0219i traduc\u0103tor emerit, a publicat, \u00eencep\u00e2nd din 1990, \u00een numeroase reviste turce\u0219ti, debut\u00e2nd la 35 de ani cu volumul Her Kitab\u0131n El Kitab\u0131 (Manualul fiec\u0103rei c\u0103r\u021bi, 2006). \u00cen anii scur\u0219i de atunci, au urmat S\u00f6ze Mezar (Morm\u00e2ntul cuv\u00e2ntului, 2010), S\u0131rt\u0131nda Bunca S\u00f6zc\u00fckle (\u00cempov\u0103rat de at\u00e2tea cuvinte, 2012), Do\u011fan\u0131n \u00d6l\u00fcm\u00fc (Moartea naturii, 2014) \u0219i recenta Iss\u0131z \u0130ncir A\u011fac\u0131 (Smochinul gol, 2016). Poezia sa a ap\u0103rut \u00een traducere \u00een italian\u0103 (L\u2019unico modo per vedere 13 merli tutti assieme, 2011), \u00een s\u00e2rb\u0103 (U svetu smo mi, u svetu su re\u010di, ovde je sve tako savr\u0161eno, 2012) \u0219i \u00een bulgar\u0103 (\u041f\u0430\u043c\u0435\u0442\u043d\u0438\u043a \u043d\u0430 \u043d\u0435\u0438\u0437\u0440\u0430\u0437\u0438\u043c\u043e\u0442\u043e, 2016). A tradus \u00een limba turc\u0103 numero\u0219i poe\u021bi \u0219i prozatori, de la Wallace Stevens \u0219i Paul Auster la Igor Isakovski \u0219i Ivan Hristov. \u00cen 2016, Casa de Editur\u0103 Max Blecher a publicat volumul Enciclopedia lucrurilor uitate, o antologie bilingv\u0103 din poezia lui G\u00f6k\u00e7enur \u00c7., \u00een traducerea lui Claudiu Komartin.(Bookaholic.ro)<\/p>\n

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\nUmbrele celui plecat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Umbrele pe care le-ai l\u0103sat pretutindeni pe unde
\nai trecut se \u00eentorc la tine:
\nO umbr\u0103 \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un pahar cu rachiu cum ai
\nd\u0103rui o crizantem\u0103
\nO umbr\u0103 care se ascunde dup\u0103 umbra unui copac
\nO umbr\u0103 pe care ai z\u0103rit-o c\u00e2nd te-ai aplecat s\u0103 bei ap\u0103
\ndin r\u00e2u
\nO umbr\u0103 peste care c\u00e2ndva a galopat un cal
\nO umbr\u0103 prins\u0103 \u00eentr-o carte la c\u0103derea nop\u021bii
\nO umbr\u0103 pe care p\u0103s\u0103rile o iau drept creang\u0103 \u0219i se a\u0219az\u0103
\npe ea
\nO umbr\u0103 l\u0103sat\u0103 \u00een apartamentul prietenului t\u0103u
\nc\u00e2nd ai r\u0103mas peste noapte
\nO umbr\u0103 pe care ai d\u0103ruit-o r\u00e2urilor care se tem
\nde-ntuneric
\nO umbr\u0103 dormind sub umbra unui munte
\nMi-a r\u0103mas o umbr\u0103 de-a ta c\u00e2nd ne-am \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at
\nN-am vrut s\u0103-i dau drumul, dar a \u00eenceput s\u0103 fluture
\nsperiat\u0103
\n\u0218i nu m-am l\u0103sat inima s\u0103 o mai \u021bin, a\u0219a c\u0103 i-am dat drumul,
\nIar ea a plutit \u00een grab\u0103 spre tine.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd toate aceste umbre se vor fi \u00eentors la tine
\nSingurul lucru r\u0103mas va fi lumina
\nIzbucnind din cuvintele tale.<\/p>\n

Orice poate lua numele a ceva \u00een circumstan\u021bele potrivite<\/strong><\/p>\n

alb
\ncorb
\ns\u00e2nge
\nportocaliu
\nviolet
\nverde<\/p>\n

sticl\u0103
\nscar\u0103
\norice
\npoate lua numele
\nacestui r\u00e2u
\npeste care am trecut
\n\u00een zori<\/p>\n

C\u00e2mpiile albe ale mor\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am ajuns \u00eentr-un loc
\nunde copacii
\nfugeau
\nde sub p\u0103s\u0103ri<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ne oprim aici
\nai spus<\/p>\n

Ne afl\u0103m pe c\u00e2mpiile
\nalbe ale mor\u021bii
\ngrani\u021bele lor se schimb\u0103
\ncu fiecare pas<\/p>\n

Am f\u0103cut dragoste c\u0103 s\u0103 uit\u0103m denumirile lucrurilor<\/strong><\/p>\n

1. C\u00e2nd fluierele adromeau, obi\u0219nuiam s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund
\n\u00een spatele v\u00e2ntului \u0219i s\u0103 trec dintr-o gr\u0103din\u0103 \u00een alta.<\/p>\n

2.St\u0103team de vorb\u0103 despre genunchii \u00eendoi\u021bi, cuvinte,
\nclase stilistice, spectrul realit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n

3.Spuneai mereu c\u0103 negativul frumuse\u021bii nu este ur\u00e2tul
\nci o alt\u0103 frumuse\u021be.<\/p>\n

4.Gura ta era un templu zen, gura mea r\u0103t\u0103cea
\nprin gr\u0103dina lui zdrobind ierburile.<\/p>\n

5.De c\u00e2te ori v\u00e2ntul f\u0103cea s\u0103 cad\u0103 o castan\u0103
\npe verand\u0103 sau o creang\u0103 atingea fereasta
\nte retr\u0103geai \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi str\u00e2ngeai centura kimonoului.<\/p>\n

6.Stele, c\u00e2ini, un regat al \u021b\u00e2n\u021barilor<\/p>\n

7. \u00cen vara aceea am f\u0103cut dragoste c\u0103 sa uit\u0103m denumirile
\nlucrurilor<\/p>\n

Un meci de fotbal \u00eentre prieteni<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era \u00een vacan\u021b\u0103, un r\u0103zboi de o sut\u0103 de ani care \u021binuse
\ntoat\u0103 iarna luase sf\u00e2r\u0219it.
\nDeparte de iubit\u0103
\nDeparte de slujb\u0103
\nDeparte de cas\u0103
\nObi\u0219nuindu-se cu o slujb\u0103 nou\u0103, cu o cas\u0103 nou\u0103
\nMuncind din greu pentru a fi acceptat
\nTerapie, spitalul de psihiatrie Balikli Rum, tratament
\npentru depresie.
\nUn meci de fotbal ca s-o ia de la cap\u0103t cu vechii prieteni.
\nToate acestea r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 undeva \u00een trecut. Camera lui
\ncea frumoas\u0103, patul \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103tor, priveli\u0219tea superb\u0103.
\nA deschis valiza, s-a dezbr\u0103cat. S-a privit \u00een oglind\u0103
\n\u00een timp ce
\ntrimitea \u00een stomac xanax-ul primit cadou \u0219i raki-ul dinainte de culcare.
\n\u0218i-a tras pe el pantalonii scur\u021bi \u0219i un tricou.
\nC\u00e2nd a dat s\u0103 pun\u0103 cheia \u00een buzunar au zorn\u0103it scoicile
\n\u0219i amintirile ultimei vacan\u021be petrecute \u00eempreun\u0103
\ns-au l\u0103sat peste el deodat\u0103 asemenea ploii.
\nAtunci \u00een\u021belese c\u0103 nimic nu e trecut<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd beam, obi\u0219nuiam s\u0103-\u021bi spun c\u0103 sunt un copac<\/strong><\/p>\n

De c\u00e2te ori \u00ee\u021bi scriam, r\u0103m\u00e2neam acolo pentru trei zile.
\n\u00cemi spuneai: \u201eDac\u0103 tu m\u0103n\u00e2nci prune acre acolo, eu o simt aici \u00een din\u021bi \u0219i-n gingii\u201d.
\nScrisul t\u0103u tremurat ca un felinar pe viscol.<\/p>\n

Beam rak\u00ee ro\u0219u ca s\u00e2ngele, beam rak\u00ee galben. Dup\u0103 ce \u021bi-am scris \u021bie, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 beau rak\u00ee albastru ca cerul.
\nI-am spus brizei: \u201eea e un trandafir de z\u0103pad\u0103\u201d \u2013 m\u0103 refeream la tine. \u201eOra\u0219ul subteran de la Zelve, cea mai \u00eentins\u0103 coard\u0103 a unei viori, vin dulce, o schimbare brusc\u0103 \u00een suflul v\u00e2ntului.\u201d
\nC\u00e2nd beam, obi\u0219nuiam s\u0103-\u021bi spun c\u0103 sunt un copac.
\nCuvintele erau singurul lucru care m\u0103 interesa, proiect\u00e2nd un univers f\u0103r\u0103 noapte.
\n\u00cempreun\u0103 am adus la via\u021b\u0103 lumea prin scris.<\/p>\n

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selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan\/NIG – Florida<\/p>\n

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