{"id":2953,"date":"2019-07-20T15:41:03","date_gmt":"2019-07-20T15:41:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=2953"},"modified":"2019-07-20T15:41:03","modified_gmt":"2019-07-20T15:41:03","slug":"claudiu-komartin-poezie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/claudiu-komartin-poezie\/","title":{"rendered":"Claudiu Komartin\/POEZIE"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Claudiu Komartin<\/strong> (n. 1983, Bucure\u0219ti) este redactor-\u0219ef al revistei \u201ePoesis interna\u021bional<\/strong>\u201d (din 2010) \u0219i al Casei de editur\u0103 Max Blecher<\/strong> (2010). A publicat \u0219ase volume de poezie, de la P\u0103pu\u0219arul<\/em> \u0219i alte insomnii<\/em> (2003) \u0219i Circul domestic<\/em> (2005) p\u00e2n\u0103 la antologia Mae\u0219trii unei arte muribunde. Poeme<\/em> alese 2010-2017 (2017, 2018<\/em>). Pentru c\u0103r\u021bile sale a primit c\u00e2teva dintre cele mai prestigioase premii literare din Rom\u00e2nia: Premiul \u201eMihai Eminescu\u201d Opus Primum (2004), Premiul Academiei Rom\u00e2ne pentru poezie (2007), Premiul pentru literatur\u0103 acordat de PEN Rom\u00e2nia (2018). Volumele sale au fost traduse \u00een german\u0103 (2012), s\u00e2rb\u0103 (2015), turc\u0103 (2015) \u0219i bulgar\u0103 (2017). Coautor a dou\u0103 texte care au stat la baza unor piese de teatru, a tradus \u00een limba rom\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219ase c\u0103r\u021bi de proz\u0103 \u0219i patru de poezie. A editat \u0219i \u00eengrijit aproape o sut\u0103 de c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i antologii de poezie rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 \u0219i mondial\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Poeziile de mai jos sunt extrase din volumul ,,Mae\u0219trii unei arte muribunde. Poeme alese 2010-2017\u201d \u2013 Editura Cartier, Chi\u0219in\u0103u,<\/em><\/p>\n

R\u00e2setele din camera cealalt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Despre prieteni, despre palmele lor mari,
\ndeprinse cu munca, despre noaptea
\n\u00een care un munte de om a pl\u00e2ns cu mine
\nsub un nuc despicat \u00een dou\u0103 de fulger,
\ndespre liturghiile \u00een timpul c\u0103rora m\u0103 hlizeam
\ncu b\u0103iatul cantorului,
\ndespre leucemia Feliciei, despre imensa ei fericire
\nc\u00e2nd \u00eencepea dansul,
\ndespre ochii verzi, sc\u0103p\u0103r\u0103tori \u00een care
\nnu voi mai privi niciodat\u0103.
\nDespre batistele parfumate ale bunicului,
\ndespre r\u0103ut\u0103\u021bi \u0219i regrete
\n\u0219i arcade \u00eens\u00e2ngerate \u0219i alcool \u00eempu\u021bit,
\ndespre dimine\u021bi amnezice \u0219i capete rase,
\ndespre fularul lui Vasea, despre r\u00e2setele
\ndin camera cealalt\u0103.
\nDespre scrumierele vorbitoare,
\ndespre furia indianului Cherokee dup\u0103 ce i s-a luat totul,
\ndespre banii pe care \u00eei a\u0219tept dintotdeauna,
\ndespre graba asta nebun\u0103, nebun\u0103 \u2013
\n\u0219i despre mine,
\ncu \u021big\u0103rile pe terminate \u0219i gluga tras\u0103 pe cap,
\np\u00e2ndind la geamul unei benzin\u0103rii cu
\nluminile stinse.<\/p>\n

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s\u0103 te treze\u0219ti \u0219i s\u0103 vezi<\/strong><\/p>\n

toat\u0103 coregrafia irepro\u0219abil\u0103
\nbaletul mecanic al stewardeselor
\nfurculi\u021b\u0103 de plastic linguri\u021b\u0103 cu\u021bit de plastic
\ncutie pahar cea\u0219c\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 de plastic
\nschimonoseala resping\u0103toare
\ndac\u0103 nu e\u0219ti atent te po\u021bi nimeri \u00een orice clip\u0103
\ncu metacarpienele vreunuia-n sup\u0103
\ndac\u0103 nu e\u0219ti atent micul incinerator se va declan\u0219a
\ns\u0103-\u021bi demonstreze \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 c\u0103
\nnu faci nici c\u00e2t o particul\u0103 degerat\u0103 nici c\u00e2t un rid
\ntrandafirul exorbitant se va transforma
\n\u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u00eentr-o scobitoare sordid\u0103
\npentru omul portocaliu care ne b\u00e2ntuie azi mai ceva
\nca freddy krueger \u0219i norman bates la un loc
\ntrebuie s\u0103 te treze\u0219ti \u0219i s\u0103 vezi
\nprin aburul cafelei lucrurile par mai apropiate
\nmai familiare
\n\u0219i totu\u0219i instinctul de pr\u0103d\u0103tor e
\n\u00eenc\u0103 acolo a\u0219teapt\u0103 doar
\no sc\u00e2nteie (aminte\u0219te-\u021bi micul incinerator
\ng\u00e2nde\u0219te-te c\u0103-ntr-o zi\u2026)
\n\u00eentre emoticoane \u0219i stele m\u00e2inile noastre ating
\nlucruri mici destr\u0103mate
\ncuiburile de v\u00e2sc
\npolistirenul cu care a nins toat\u0103 vara
\nu\u0219ile militante aerul consternat
\no pace \u00eencheiat\u0103 cu at\u00e2ta ur\u0103-n ochi<\/p>\n

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ilustrat\u0103 din Schlachthausgasse<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 vin\u0103 odat\u0103 ceva s\u0103 \u00eentrerup\u0103 s\u0103 intre c\u00e2t de ad\u00e2nc
\np\u00e2n\u0103 te destrami de pl\u0103cere p\u00e2n\u0103 ce sunetele
\ncare te-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 o iei razna se transform\u0103 \u00eentr-o
\nmuzic\u0103 pentru speria\u021bii care totu\u0219i tr\u0103iesc
\npe baz\u0103 de triciclice \u0219i autosugestie
\n\u201ee timpul s\u0103 ui\u021bi tot ce-ai crezut
\nc\u0103 \u015ftii dezlipe\u015fte-te de piftia natal\u0103 \u015fi ia-o pe
\ndrumul celor destoinici pentru care traiul
\nzilnic se c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103 \u00eembr\u00e2ncindu-\u021bi aproapele\u201d
\niar eu putere s\u0103-i contrazic nu mai am:
\nploaia cu broa\u015fte de ieri ne-a adunat \u00een
\nbuc\u0103t\u0103ria de var\u0103 oric\u00e2t de abject ar p\u0103rea ca spectator
\nte po\u021bi \u00eengr\u0103\u015fa pe seama fricii lui komartin
\nlumin\u0103 de-acas\u0103 lumin\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 bufnind sub d\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103turi
\nilustrata asta ieftin\u0103 pe care \u021bi-o trimit
\n\u00eemi face inima \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri<\/p>\n

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politic\u0103 personal\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce macin\u0103 \u00een cap r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een cap
\nca un hamburger cu din\u021bi strivit \u00eentre
\nu\u015file de la metrou
\nde n-ar fi at\u00e2ta rahat
\ndespre care s\u0103 scrie poe\u021bii
\nsunt lucruri despre care nu a\u015f vorbi nici cu
\npistolul la t\u00e2mpl\u0103 nici dac\u0103 pe glon\u021b
\nar scrie ISUS VINE \u015eI TRECE PRIN TINE
\nexperimentul pite\u015fti a oprit
\nla timp evolu\u021bia maimu\u021bei
\ncu timpul nu te mai satisface nicio explica\u021bie
\n\u00een leg\u0103tur\u0103 cu extratere\u015ftrii
\nfantomele politica
\ndumnezeu
\nc\u00e2nd vor \u00eencepe s\u0103 cad\u0103 cl\u0103diri<\/p>\n

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Love story<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi promit c\u0103 nu voi privi \u00een urm\u0103. \u00ce\u021bi jur c\u0103 nu m\u0103 voi \u00eentoarce la
\n\u00eentret\u0103ierea unde am alergat vara trecut\u0103 \u00een picioarele goale pe cioburi.
\nTe rog, spune-mi c\u0103 am fost o feti\u021b\u0103 cuminte \u0219i zide\u0219te-m\u0103 odat\u0103 de vie.
\nCeva se \u00eendreapt\u0103 spre mine cu 200 la or\u0103, \u0219i nu vine s\u0103 \u00eemi sar\u0103 \u00een
\npoal\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 ling\u0103 pe fa\u021b\u0103.
\nO s\u0103 m\u0103 doboare, o s\u0103-mi r\u0103stoarne-n noroi sacii plini cu bumbac.
\nTe \u00een\u021beleg.
\nAccentul t\u0103u, faimos \u00een c\u00e2teva cercuri de puritani, te-a \u00eempiedicat s\u0103
\nspui lucrurilor pe nume.
\nCopila\u0219ii au crescut, povestea noastr\u0103 de dragoste s-a transformat \u00eentrun
\npudel care latr\u0103 ca prostu\u2019 la zid.<\/p>\n

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Instinctual<\/strong><\/p>\n

Scrie cel care ar scrie \u0219i dac\u0103 ar fi ultimul om
\ndin lume asediat de to\u021bi mutan\u021bii radioactivi ai lui Bukowski
\nros de anxiet\u0103\u021bi \u015fi-ndoieli
\nscrie cel care oricum se simte a\u0219a pref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-se
\nc\u0103 nu d\u0103 doi bani pe asta \u0219i totu\u0219i
\nb\u00e2iguie instinctual cu sentimentul precar al unicit\u0103\u021bii
\nscrie pentru c\u0103 b\u0103nu\u021bul b\u0103gat \u00een tonomat i-a adus
\ndup\u0103 mult\u0103 vreme un moment de bucurie intens\u0103
\nterminat dup\u0103 2\u00b434\u00b4\u00b4
\n\u0219i apoi a revenit triste\u021bea
\ncercul de lumin\u0103 tot mai str\u00e2mt de pe fundul paharului
\n\u0219i chelneri\u021ba cu s\u00e2ni mici i-a spus cu acreal\u0103
\ns\u0103 termine odat\u0103 b\u0103utura c\u0103 tre\u2019 s\u0103-nchid\u0103
\nscrie cel c\u0103ruia nu \u00eei pas\u0103 c\u0103 scrisul prolifereaz\u0103
\nca boala dar nu va umple niciodat\u0103 vreun gol
\n\u015fi explodeaz\u0103 \u00een flori contagioase \u0219i insolente
\nscrie cel care se b\u0103l\u0103ce\u0219te \u00een nesiguran\u021b\u0103 \u00een
\nscrumiere pline de resturi \u015fi de scursori
\na\u0219a cum rechinii prosper\u0103 \u00een ape s\u0103lcii
\nscrie cel care va muri \u00eentr-o zi f\u0103r\u0103 semnifica\u021bii precise
\n10 noiembrie 1891 pe un pat infect de spital
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 care alt idiot h\u00e2r\u00e2ie \u00een limba celor pe duc\u0103<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd \u00eencepi s\u0103 respiri ca prin p\u00e2sl\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poate s\u0103 vin\u0103 dragostea sau iarna atomic\u0103,
\nde-acum \u00eemi e totuna.
\nCu fruntea plecat\u0103,
\ncu picioare de plu\u015f,
\ncu inima c\u0103zut\u0103-ntr-o r\u00e2n\u0103,
\nm\u0103 \u00eendrept c\u0103tre zi f\u0103r\u0103 spaim\u0103
\n\u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103. P\u00e2\u015f, p\u00e2\u015f
\nprin camere pline de mirosul ei am\u0103rui (\u015fi amintirea, da,
\namintirea cafelei \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 ploioas\u0103 \u015fi calm\u0103).
\n\u015ei eu r\u0103mas aici, cu m\u00e2na \u00een\u021bepenit\u0103 pe clan\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u00cencerc\u0103m s\u0103 convingem nebunia<\/strong><\/p>\n

Creierul meu d\u0103 cu mine de to\u021bi pere\u021bii,
\ncreierul t\u0103u e un mar\u021bian r\u0103t\u0103cit
\ncare caut\u0103 \u00een pilaf sensul vie\u021bii.
\nTu, la o adic\u0103, ai putea veni mai aproape,
\nte-ai putea muta cu mine aici, \u00eentre ape.
\nArterele noastre vor dep\u0103\u015fi repede tracul \u2013
\ncur\u00e2nd, ne vom r\u00e2c\u00e2i \u00eempreun\u0103
\ndisperarea cu \u015fpaclul.
\n\u00cencerc\u0103m s\u0103 convingem nebunia s\u0103
\nrespecte un ritm cunoscut.
\n\u00centr-o zi, lumea asta o s\u0103 ne coas\u0103
\ngurile cu catgut.<\/p>\n

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O vietate cu \u021bepi<\/strong><\/p>\n

toat\u0103 vara am umblat pe str\u0103zi
\ncu o obsesie greu de numit
\n\u015fi cu imaginea acelui copil ce incendia pui de arici
\nla marginea lumini\u015fului \u00een care
\nam umblat goi \u015fi descul\u021bi \u0219tiind c\u0103
\ndragostea e o vietate cu \u021bepi
\nce nu va mai ajunge
\nniciodat\u0103
\nacas\u0103<\/p>\n

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Imagini de august<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen august, imaginile cu mine se voaleaz\u0103.
\nM\u0103 trezesc, m\u0103 ridic din scaunul cu rotile
\n\u015fi ard. M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la noi,
\ncum mergeam al\u0103turi \u0219i nimic nu
\nne-ar fi putut atinge
\n\u00een ad\u00e2nc lacul subteran sclipe\u015fte
\nsemin\u021bele germineaz\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere
\nam putea adormi la marginea lor.
\nDeasupra sunt dealuri \u015fi p\u0103duri
\nirisul verde \u00eentunecat o insinuare a
\nluminii r\u0103sfr\u00e2nte m\u00e2ng\u00e2ind
\npielea r\u0103corit\u0103 de v\u00e2ntul nop\u021bii.
\nMacaralele zilei strivesc g\u00e2ndul mic \u0219i obscur
\nneputin\u021ba \u00eemi bate cuie \u00een \u015fira spin\u0103rii
\nne \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 unul de altul definitiv.
\nNu vom sf\u00e2r\u015fi \u00een nici un paradis
\n\u00een nici un infern dragostea mea
\nne vom t\u00e2r\u00ee sub o piatr\u0103 \u015fi vom a\u015ftepta
\nnep\u0103s\u0103tori tunetul.<\/p>\n

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Toamna vine \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 noi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vezi, putem \u0219i noi, mi-a spus,
\nputem \u0219i noi s\u0103 ne sim\u021bim \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103,
\nputem s\u0103 pierdem firul pove\u0219tii \u0219i s\u0103 nu ne fie ru\u0219ine de asta,
\nputem s\u0103 fum\u0103m ascult\u00e2nd relaxa\u021bi
\nrespira\u021bia ora\u0219ului, zgomotele lui \u00eencetinite de frig
\nam putea ie\u0219i pe balcon s\u0103 aprindem artificii
\nsintaxa e-acum o cea\u021b\u0103 \u00een care decup\u0103m
\nsiluete \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare, contururi care se spulber\u0103 \u00eentr-o clip\u0103
\nmari galioane de fum c\u0103l\u0103torind spre r\u0103s\u0103rit
\niar noi cu p\u0103l\u0103vr\u0103geala noastr\u0103 nevrotic\u0103 aten\u021bi la
\ntic\u0103itul ceasului pe care cineva l-a l\u0103sat pe balustrad\u0103
\nparc\u0103 am a\u0219tepta s\u0103 vin\u0103 ceva de nerefuzat, ceva
\ndin care intr\u0103 \u0219i ies cabluri puternice vene str\u0103lucitor de negre
\ng\u00e2ndindu-ne la toamnele \u00een care am fi putut
\ns\u0103 ne zbur\u0103m creierii hohotind
\nhohotind al naibii, ca dup\u0103 o treab\u0103 bine f\u0103cut\u0103<\/p>\n

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Poem simplu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen seara aceea, \u00een curtea interioar\u0103 a c\u0103minelor
\nde l\u00e2ng\u0103 pod, ai venit c\u0103tre mine
\nca \u00eenspre un b\u0103rbat pe care l-ai putea iubi.
\nFericirea a izbucnit ca un glon\u021b \u2013
\nm-am temut c\u0103 o s\u0103-mi \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftie creierii pe asfalt.
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, trei femei cu batice albastre
\n\u00eengropau frunze de ru\u015finea cuiva.
\n\u201eCu o noapte \u00een urm\u0103 ninsese \u00een mun\u021bi\u201d,
\nr\u0103sufl\u0103rile \u00eempletite \u00een jurul acelui poem al lui Rexroth
\n\u015fi noi u\u015fori \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 contur
\ncu privirea pierdut\u0103 cu gulerul ridicat printre taxiurile
\ncare te duc nic\u0103ieri
\nsau care te duc oriunde \u00een noapte
\nnumai acas\u0103
\nnu<\/p>\n

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Poem de dragoste<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103lu\u021bul de lemn nu se mai leag\u0103n\u0103
\npiticii de gr\u0103din\u0103 au c\u0103zut cu fa\u021ba \u00een jos.
\nTe-am cunoscut \u00een luna fructelor ro\u015fii,
\nc\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile erau un evantai pr\u0103bu\u015fit.
\nFa\u021ba mea trist\u0103 a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine, prin fa\u021ba ta,
\na inventat o parte din cer, apoi ni\u015fte dealuri,
\no herghelie \u015fi o barier\u0103 de cea\u021b\u0103 care
\ns\u0103 te \u00eempiedice s\u0103 mai pleci,
\nfa\u021ba mea \u015fi-a amintit totul despre dorin\u021b\u0103
\ndespre parfumul ei violent
\nb\u00e2jb\u00e2ind prin \u00eentunericul r\u0103d\u0103cinilor.
\nP\u0103unul dormea c\u00e2nd ai trecut prin ap\u0103
\n\u00een zori, ca printr-un s\u00e2nge lene\u015f.
\nFantomele s-au risipit, cu zorn\u0103it de lan\u021b
\nc\u0103zut pe pietre ude.
\nPe malul cel\u0103lalt, ploaia se ad\u0103postea sub p\u0103s\u0103ri.
\nTe-am primit \u00een casa cu acoperi\u015f str\u00e2mb
\n\u015fi te-am \u00eenvelit cu o cheie.<\/p>\n

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selec\u021bie realizat\u0103 de NIG\/Nu\u021ba Istrate Gangan\/Florida<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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