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Radu Andriescu (n. 1962) este autorul unui volum de eseuri, Paralelisme \u0219i influen\u0163e culturale \u00een lirica rom\u00e2n\u0103 actual\u0103<\/em> (2005, Ed. Univ. \u201eAl.I. Cuza\u201d) \u0219i a unsprezece volume de poezie: Oglinda la zid<\/em> (1992, Canova), U\u0219a din spate<\/em> (1994, Cronica), Sf\u00e2r\u0219itul drumului, \u00eenceputul c\u0103l\u0103toriei<\/em> (1998, Junimea), Eu \u0219i c\u00e2\u0163iva prieteni<\/em> (2000, Brumar), Pun\u021bile Stalinskaya<\/em> (2004, Brumar), P\u0103durea metalurgic\u0103<\/em> (2008, Cartea Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103), Metalurgic<\/em> (2010, Editura T), C\u00e2nd nu mai e aer<\/em><\/a> (2016, Casa de editur\u0103 Max Blecher), Gerul dintre ei<\/em><\/a> (2017, Casa de editur\u0103 Max Blecher), Jedi de provincie<\/em> (2018, Casa de editur\u0103 Max Blecher), Animalul diafan<\/em> (2019, Editura Paralela 45). Longleaf Press a publicat o selec\u0163ie din poezia sa, The Catalan Within<\/em> (2007), iar Twisted Spoon Press, volumul Memory Glyphs<\/em> (2009), cu poeme \u00een proz\u0103 de Cristian Popescu, Iustin Pan\u021ba \u0219i Radu Andriescu. Este inclus \u00een antologii na\u021bionale \u0219i interna\u021bionale, cum ar fi The Poetry of Men\u2019s Lives: An International Anthology<\/em> (U of Georgia Press, 2004) \u0219i\u00a0New European Poets <\/em>(Graywolf Press, 2008). \u00cempreun\u0103 cu Adam J. Sorkin traduce \u0219i editeaz\u0103 antologia de poezie Club 8 \u2013 Poetry <\/em>(2001, Editura T), volum care poate fi citit \u00een format electronic aici: http:\/\/www.equivalences.org\/archives\/club-8\/club-8-poetry.pdf<\/a>. \u00cen prezent preg\u0103te\u0219te o antologie selectiv\u0103 \u0219i remixat\u0103 a c\u0103r\u021bilor sale din perioada 1992-2010 (Oglinda la <\/em>zi, 2019, frACTalia).<\/p>\n

Premiul Poesis<\/em> pentru debut, 1992. Premiul Asocia\u021biei Scriitorilor din Ia\u0219i, 1998. Premiul pentru carte de poezie al revistei Observartor cultural<\/em>, 2017. Premiul pentru cartea de poezie, \u00een cadrul Festivalului Na\u021bional \u201eGeorge Bacovia\u201d, 2017. Premiul pentru poezie al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, Filiala Ia\u0219i, 2017.<\/p>\n

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Miere neagr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218i dac\u0103 la orele mici ale dimine\u021bii,
\nc\u00e2nd diavolul p\u00e2nde\u0219te
\ndintre detalii,
\ncamuflat,
\nviespile negre \u0219i sub\u021biri
\ndintre lemnele din spatele casei,
\ndresate de mine s\u0103 fac\u0103 miere,
\ngust\u0103 florile din gr\u0103dina mai \u00eengrijit\u0103
\na vecinului,
\ntoate durerile lumii devin, cumva,
\nlumin\u0103
\n\u0219i miere neagr\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pui de pantocrator<\/strong><\/p>\n

Madame Tartine a r\u0103mas bunicu\u021ba mea preferat\u0103.
\nEram mic, aveam \u0219ase ani.
\n\u00cenfulecam benzi desenate la Dijon
\n\u0219i o iubeam pe Madame Tartine,
\ncu superputerea \u0219i negii ei.<\/p>\n

Era perfect\u0103.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 salva de rele \u0219i era mai dr\u0103g\u0103stoas\u0103
\ndec\u00e2t bunica mea adev\u0103rt\u0103,
\ncu astrahan \u0219i fiol\u0103 de parfum,
\ncare-mi punea sub nas volume
\nenciclopedice, cu litere gotice \u0219i desene superbe,
\nap\u0103rate de foi translucide.
\nSau le luam eu din bibliotec\u0103,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 ea.
\nNu mai \u0219tiu.<\/p>\n

Erau nuduri clasice.
\nM\u0103 uitam \u0219i la templele din nordul Africii,
\ndar ajungeam de fiecare dat\u0103 la plan\u0219ele anatomice,
\nla ecor\u0219euri.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi pl\u0103ceau ecor\u0219eurile.<\/p>\n

Carne f\u0103r\u0103 piele, os f\u0103r\u0103 carne.
\nEram un copil cuminte \u0219i blondu\u021b,
\nnepot, pionier \u0219i cet\u0103\u021bean f\u0103r\u0103 voce.<\/p>\n

Poten\u021bial criminal \u00een serie.<\/p>\n

La Juju<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cu Constant Tonegaru
\nm-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit pe la \u0219apte
\npe L\u0103pu\u0219neanu,
\ncol\u021b cu Independen\u021bei.
\nEra sl\u0103bu\u021b \u0219i nervos.
\nVorbea mult,
\nf\u0103cea b\u0103\u0219c\u0103u de to\u021bi.
\nLa o cafea \u0219i-o vodc\u0103
\nm-a prins de barb\u0103
\n\u0219i m-a \u00eentrebat de vreo zece ori
\ndac\u0103 \u0219tiu cum e.
\nCred c\u0103 \u0219tiu, i-am zis.
\nAndriescule, tu e\u0219ti mare \u0219i gras.
\n\u0218tii cum ar fi s\u0103 te bage \u0103\u0219tia
\n\u00eentr-un co\u0219ciug prea mic,
\ns\u0103 te fac\u0103 s\u0103 te sim\u021bi \u0219i mai mic,
\ndup\u0103 ce cr\u0103pi?
\n\u0102\u0219tia?,
\nzic.
\n\u0102\u0219tia,
\nzice.
\nAsta nu \u0219tiu, Constante,
\nzic.
\nJuju mai aduce dou\u0103 vodci ruse\u0219ti.
\nProbabil m\u0103 pa\u0219te tuberculoza,
\nda s\u0103 zicem c\u0103 m\u0103 prind
\n\u0219i m\u0103 fac terci
\n\u0219i m\u0103 mai \u021bin un timp.
\n\u0218i mor,
\nc\u0103 o bucat\u0103 de os strivit \u00een pumni
\n\u00eemi intr\u0103 \u00een inim\u0103.
\nAsta \u0219tii cum e?
\nNu mai era nimeni, la Cafeneaua veche.
\nCeva blues, Juju \u0219i fata de la bar.
\nNu \u0219tiu, Constante, nu \u0219tiu, ce-ai cu mine. D\u0103-mi o \u021bigar\u0103,
\nzic.<\/p>\n

\u00centre Noua critic\u0103 \u0219i Structuralism,<\/strong>
\nmerg la cantin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

La curs,
\nsunt cam sceptic.<\/p>\n

\u0218i singur.<\/p>\n

Mi se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 des.<\/p>\n

Acas\u0103,
\nstau pe col\u021barul plin de ulei
\n\u0219i mirodenii.
\nM\u0103 uit la fluturele de noapte
\ncare \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 urce,
\npe partea cealalt\u0103 a geamului.<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu care e structura politic\u0103
\na fluturilor de noapte.
\nChiar nu \u0219tiu ce vor, ideologic.
\nP\u00e2lp\u00e2iala aceea
\nde solzi\u0219ori fragili
\nare alt\u0103 dinamic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pentru efect,
\nar trebui s\u0103 zic ceva despre dragoste.<\/p>\n

Jesus Chrysler<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt doar dou\u0103 feluri de oameni,
\npe lumea asta.
\nCei translucizi, cu trupuri
\nunde nu se poate ascunde
\nvreun p\u0103cat,
\nvreo minciun\u0103,
\ncorup\u021bia mare
\nsau corup\u021bia mic\u0103,
\ndistorsiunile metafizice
\n\u0219i cele dinastice
\nsau zaharurile cristaline,
\notr\u0103vitoare.<\/p>\n

\u0218i cei cu trupuri opace,
\nn\u0103scu\u021bi imperfec\u021bi,
\nplini de \u00eendoieli
\n\u0219i de \u00eentreb\u0103ri st\u00e2njenitoare,
\nincapabili s\u0103 zboare cu imagina\u021bia
\nprin lumile perfecte,
\ntranslucide,
\nunde serafii au idei
\n\u00een loc de pene
\n\u0219i transcende\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00een loc de t\u00e2rti\u021b\u0103,
\n\u00eentr-o lume maro,
\ncu zg\u00e2rieturi
\npe ambele p\u0103r\u021bi
\nale amprentei digitale.<\/p>\n

Iar cerul cre\u0219te, exponen\u021bial.
\nM\u0103 acoper\u0103 dihotomic,
\nm\u0103 alint\u0103,
\na\u0219a cum sunt eu,
\nclaustrofob la idei primite.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 bucur enorm s\u0103 constat
\nc\u0103 m-am \u00eent\u00e2mplat
\n\u00eentr-un univers translucid,
\n\u00een care oamenii g\u00e2ndesc direct,
\ncu creier
\n\u0219i discern\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nf\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se crispeze pe consecin\u021be,
\n\u00eentre prieteni
\nsau camarazi de drum.<\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103 am nimerit
\n\u00een cel mai bun univers posibil.
\nCum ar zice englezii
\nsau francezii,
\nun univers extrem
\nde perfect.
\nSunt groaznic
\nde norocos!<\/p>\n

Mereu, dar nu de fiecare dat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu te iubesc mereu,
\nmereu.
\nE\u0219ti carbidul drag,
\nde pe \u0219antier,
\nfierbinte,
\ncare mi-a spart un ochi.
\nPlin\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i mi-a pl\u0103cut
\ns\u0103-mi explodezi
\n\u00een fa\u021b\u0103,
\ndar nu de fiecare dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ai zis ceva despre copii.
\n\u0218tii c\u0103 am doi.
\nA\u0219 vrea \u0219i al\u021bii,
\ndar nu de fiecare dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

E\u0219ti nor,
\nsunt nor de nervi \u0219i eu
\n\u0219i conson\u0103m,
\ndar nu de fiecare dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd fac cartofi,
\nc\u00e2nd schimb cear\u0219afuri \u0219i chilo\u021bi,
\nc\u00e2nd cred
\n\u0219i mor pentru ce cred
\n\u0219i sunt b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i chel
\n\u0219i v\u0103d
\ncum survoleaz\u0103 spa\u021biul meu
\ncohorte de facturi<\/p>\n

cad mai ad\u00e2nc,
\nscriu poezii.<\/p>\n

Tu le cite\u0219ti.
\n\u00ce\u021bi plac mereu.
\nProbabil ne vom logodi
\n\u0219i vom tr\u0103i,
\nla greu.<\/p>\n

Ce s\u0103-\u021bi mai zic.
\nTe voi iubi mereu,
\ndar nu de fiecare dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Rave la izvorul 10, Kossuth<\/strong><\/p>\n

E cea\u021b\u0103 pe stadionul din Borsec
\n\u0219i cele zece karatiste din cantonament \u00eenc\u0103 dorm.
\n\u0218i pisica gri, cu mul\u021bi pui prin jurul pensiunii,
\ndoarme.
\nDoar creaturile mici nu dorm.
\nP\u0103s\u0103rile din fundal, dintre brazi,
\nde peste lap\u021bii apo\u0219i care acoper\u0103 peluza
\n\u00eenc\u0103 de-asear\u0103
\n\u0219i o insect\u0103 destul de masiv\u0103,
\ncare face raiduri prin zon\u0103.<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103 din brazi, cu cea\u021b\u0103 condensat\u0103.
\nKaratistele s-au sculat, b\u00e2z\u00e2ie \u00een sala de mese;
\nfac mi\u0219c\u0103ri de \u00eenviorare \u00een cerc, \u00een fa\u021ba pensiunii
\n\u0219i fug toate spre Grota Ur\u0219ilor.
\n\u00cen sala uria\u0219\u0103 de sport, luminile
\nau r\u0103mas aprinse, peste noapte.
\nUn rave la care a\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 ajung asear\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd treceam pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 rulota cu lango\u0219i uria\u0219e,
\nsecuie\u0219ti,
\n\u00eenc\u0103 mai palpit\u0103, \u0219ters, \u00een p\u0103dure.<\/p>\n

Amintiri posibile<\/strong><\/p>\n

De c\u00e2teva zile m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc s\u0103 scriu
\nun text plin de substan\u021b\u0103
\ndespre t\u0103ierea molidului uria\u0219
\ndin fa\u021ba casei.
\nCeva \u00een stil academic,
\ncum fac poe\u021bii americani
\ncare predau scriere creativ\u0103.
\nE singurul lucru normal
\npe care-l pot face
\n\u00een fa\u021ba televizorului supradimensionat,
\nla meciul Rusia-Uruguay,
\ndup\u0103 ce-am citit o poezie simpatic\u0103,
\ngen Preda-Sorescu, printre goluri.<\/p>\n

Cam plouat, \u00een gr\u0103dina f\u0103cut\u0103 praf
\nde molidul de 50 de ani,
\nt\u0103iat zilele trecute,
\nprefer s\u0103-mi amintesc despre viitor
\ncu memoria mea prospectiv\u0103,
\ncum zic speciali\u0219tii.
\nS\u0103-mi amintesc
\nce mi-am propus \u00een trecut
\ns\u0103-mi amintesc mereu \u00een viitor,
\npentru c\u0103 e extrem de important.<\/p>\n

Sunt amintirile mele poten\u021biale
\n\u0219i \u021bin foarte mult la ele.<\/p>\n

R\u0103d\u0103cina \u00eenc\u0103 mai trimite sev\u0103
\nspre molidul care a fost t\u0103iat
\n\u0219i aruncat
\n\u00een vreo r\u00e2p\u0103 din Miroslava.<\/p>\n

Memoria prospectiv\u0103 a r\u0103d\u0103cinii
\na\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 primeasc\u0103 ceva, \u00een schimb.
\nAcum, c\u0103 nu mai plou\u0103
\n\u0219i e foarte cald,
\nseva din cercurile exterioare
\nale trunchiului retezat
\ne doar r\u0103\u0219in\u0103 uscat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mirosul de molid proasp\u0103t t\u0103iat
\nse \u0219terge.
\nPur \u0219i simplu \u00ee\u0219i pierde rostul.<\/p>\n

Memoria prospectiv\u0103 a r\u0103d\u0103cinii,
\nanimal diafan,
\nca \u0219i copacul aruncat \u00een vreo r\u00e2p\u0103,
\nseam\u0103n\u0103 cu holograma lui Kog\u0103lniceanu,
\nde la muzeul din Copou.<\/p>\n

Nu \u0219tiu diferen\u021ba dintre sunetul
\ngreierilor \u0219i cel al cosa\u0219ilor.
\nN-am mai v\u0103zut de mult\u0103 vreme greieri,
\npe dealul meu.
\nCred c\u0103 sunt cosa\u0219i.
\nP\u0103tratul meu de verdea\u021b\u0103
\na fost f\u0103cut praf,
\nc\u00e2nd am t\u0103iat molidul plantat de tata.
\nAvea cincizeci de ani. Molidul.
\n\u0218aizeci ar fi fost mai corect,
\npentru t\u0103iere.
\nDar a\u0219 fi avut \u0219aizeci \u0219i \u0219ase, atunci
\n\u0219i nu vreau s\u0103 am \u0219aizeci \u0219i \u0219ase.<\/p>\n

Pionieri \u00een Vestul S\u0103lbatic<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la femeile \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate prin s\u0103lb\u0103ticie
\n\u0219i la c\u00e2t au \u00eendurat, \u00een c\u0103su\u021bele lor din bu\u0219teni.
\nLa toate curvele superbe, cubiste \u0219i
\nsifilitice, din t\u00e2rgurile f\u0103r\u0103 viitor,
\npe vremea goanei dup\u0103 aur.<\/p>\n

Aveau iris auriu pe ochi
\n\u0219i pove\u0219ti
\ndin c\u0103tunele lor europene.<\/p>\n

Luau scatoalcele
\nca pe pr\u0103jituri
\n\u0219i urm\u0103reau visul american.
\nVeneau de pe River Shannon sau River Liffey.
\n\u00cen fine.Oameni buni.<\/p>\n

Iar apoi m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la cele 160 de femei
\ncare-au ajuns \u00een ultimii ani la Socola,
\nspitalul pentru nebuni din Ia\u0219i,
\ncu psihoze delirante
\n\u0219i h\u0103u interior,
\ndiagnosticate cu sindromul Italia.<\/p>\n

Peste mun\u021bii carboniferi<\/strong><\/p>\n

OK, Superman!
\nC\u00e2rdurile uria\u0219e de drone s\u0103lbatice
\n\u0219i ra\u021be domestice
\nte iubesc!
\nStai calm, nu mai bea!<\/p>\n

Aici, \u00eentre nori, revolu\u021bia continu\u0103.
\nM\u0103rfarele \u0219erpuiesc pe costi\u0219ele patriei,
\n\u00een lumina str\u0103lucit\u0103.
\nGr\u00e2nele se leag\u0103n\u0103,
\n\u00een v\u00e2nturi.
\nFermele cl\u0103desc monumente de azot,
\nnasturi de sidef.<\/p>\n

B\u0103rba\u021bi de o\u021bel, la tot pasul!<\/p>\n

Femei de zefir,
\ncu n\u0103fram\u0103,
\ncu r\u0103bdare.<\/p>\n

Ne rug\u0103m cu toatele,
\n\u00een fie\u0219ce diminea\u021b\u0103,
\nla drona-mam\u0103.<\/p>\n

Asta ne \u021bine unite,
\npeste mun\u021bii carboniferi.
\nAsta ne face puternice.<\/p>\n

De nest\u0103vilit, prin zorii verzui,<\/p>\n

peste sonde \u0219i turbine,
\nprintre ceasuri cu rubine,
\nbomboane de metan.<\/p>\n

Stai calm, Superman.
\nE bine a\u0219a.<\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 frumuse\u021bea asta<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen orice diminea\u021b\u0103
\n\u0219i pe orice exoplanet\u0103,
\nm\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la tine
\nca la singura posibilitate plauzibil\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ghea\u021ba mov,
\ndealurile grele de turb\u0103 lene\u0219\u0103,
\np\u0103s\u0103rile extrem de mici,
\ncare se strecoar\u0103 \u00een pori \u0219i c\u00e2nt\u0103,
\ncavernos,
\nformele antropomorfe de via\u021b\u0103 social\u0103,
\nadaptate la stup,
\nzumzetul unei lumi plin\u0103 de ro\u0219u,
\ngoal\u0103 de albastru.<\/p>\n

Toat\u0103 frumuse\u021bea asta,
\nascuns\u0103 \u00een riduri
\n\u0219i fard.<\/p>\n

Manifestul literei K<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iar k\u00e2nd mi s-a pus o lentil\u0103 din metal,
\nku o gaur\u0103 \u00eengust\u0103 la mijlok,
\nam v\u0103zut perfekt literele mici.<\/p>\n

Va trebui s\u0103 renun\u021b la margini.<\/p>\n

\u00cen centru,
\nprintr-o gaur\u0103 de-un milimetru,
\ntotul e klar.
\nLitera K e foarte klar\u0103.<\/p>\n

E puternik\u0103,
\na\u0219a.<\/p>\n

K are unghiuri hot\u0103r\u00e2te \u0219i kol\u021bi asku\u021bi\u021bi,
\nare personalitatea instrumentelor de tortur\u0103.
\nK skoate adev\u0103rul din piatra seak\u0103
\na korektitudinii politice.
\nBaterii de litera KKKKK KKKKK
\n\u00eemi ap\u0103r\u0103 zilele ha\u0219urate ku plumb
\nde krucile morilor de v\u00e2nt.
\nBaricade \u00eenalte \u0219i lungi de litera KKKKKKKKKKK
\nm\u0103 \u021bin la ad\u0103post de aluviuni verbale \u0219i kli\u0219ee.<\/p>\n

K \u00eemi militarizeaz\u0103 mintea;
\nK are dou\u0103 t\u0103i\u0219uri;
\nK \u00eemi tulbur\u0103 sim\u021burile;
\nK m\u0103 sminte\u0219te, ku feromonii ei;
\nK e karitabil\u0103 \u0219i \u021b\u00e2fnoas\u0103;
\nK e ghea\u021ba karbonic\u0103 din litera G;
\nK e juisare kristalin\u0103 \u0219i ierbicid
\n\u00een m\u0103r\u0103cini\u0219ul urduros al literei J;
\nK e noul #;
\nK e noul kod de procedur\u0103, noul Levitic;
\nK e monumental\u0103, k moartea!<\/p>\n

Politik, voi lupta pentru un centru puternik,
\nde-un milimetru.<\/p>\n

(Din volumul Animalul diafan, Editura Paralela 45, 2019)<\/em><\/p>\n

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~Radu Andriescu este un campion al discre\u021biei \u0219i un performer al autoefas\u0103rii. Scrie at\u00e2t de transparent \u00eenc\u00e2t pare c\u0103 poveste\u0219te, pur \u0219i simplu, ceea ce i se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. Evit\u0103 vocalizele stilistice, narcisismul metaforei, fanfara simbolului. \u0218i, cu toate acestea, scrie una dintre cele mai valoroase, mai conving\u0103toare, mai \u201eadev\u0103rate\u201d poezii de ast\u0103zi. Andriescu este un sceptic, ne\u00eencrez\u0103tor \u00een frazele tradi\u021biei, \u00een prestigiul adev\u0103rurilor. El vorbe\u0219te, \u00eentr-un limbaj reticent \u0219i autoironic, pentru to\u021bi \u201ecei cu trupuri opace,\/ n\u0103scu\u021bi imperfec\u021bi,\/ plini de \u00eendoieli\/ \u0219i de \u00eentreb\u0103ri st\u00e2njenitoare,\/ incapabili s\u0103 zboare cu imagina\u021bia\/ prin lumile perfecte,\/ translucide,\/ unde serafii au idei\/ \u00een loc de pene\/ \u0219i transcenden\u021b\u0103,\/ \u00een loc de t\u00e2rti\u021b\u0103\u201d. Iar lucrurile de care se ocup\u0103 \u00een poezia sa sunt mai fragile ca \u00eengerii, delicate \u0219i insesizabile, imposibil de parafrazat: e vorba de amintire, regret, singur\u0103tate, ridicol, revolt\u0103, timiditate \u0219i, mai cu seam\u0103, despre \u201eanimalul diafan\u201d care e sufletul~<\/p>\n

Doris Mironescu<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Animalul diafan<\/em>, coperta a patra)<\/p>\n

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~Radu Andriescu \u0219tie s\u0103 decupeze contururi, obiecte, personaje, scene care imprim\u0103 realului o morfologie special\u0103, \u00een care se isc\u0103 tensiuni poetice. Din mici \u00eent\u00eempl\u0103ri anodine, el e capabil s\u0103 extrag\u0103 o doz\u0103 de emo\u021bie, uneori chiar o como\u021bie afectiv\u0103 suficient\u0103 ca s\u0103 te instaleze, la lectur\u0103, \u00een atmosfer\u0103 sau \u00eentr-o stare participativ\u0103, de complicitate. Un poem se intituleaz\u0103\u00a0\u00centre Noua critic\u0103 \u0219i Struc\u00adturalism, merg la cantin\u0103<\/em>. Personajul, prof universitar, poet, lene\u0219, c\u00eend sceptic, c\u00eend bonom, e asumat un martor sau chiar protagonistul biografiei autorului, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fie vorba despre o identitate dezvelit\u0103 \u00een am\u0103nunt. Marea reu\u0219it\u0103 a acestor texte este c\u0103 poezia devine ceea ce e de b\u0103nuit, ceea ce se poate ghici dincolo de text, ceea ce se insinueaz\u0103, se sugereaz\u0103, \u00eentr-o manier\u0103 extrem de delicat\u0103. Personajul acestor texte e c\u00eet se poate de discret, nu are nici un chef s\u0103 fie \u00een centru, s\u0103 se autodescrie. Retras \u00eentr-un col\u021b, observ\u0103 micile lucruri din jur \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i contempl\u0103 propria via\u021b\u0103.\u00a0[\u2026]<\/p>\n

Poezia lui Radu Andriescu a construit, deci, un sistem de aparen\u021be, de roluri, dar mai ales o manier\u0103 personal\u0103 de a crea tensiune din ceea ce r\u0103m\u00eene nespus. Poezia este exact acolo unde se \u00eencheie textul, dup\u0103 cum confesiunea \u00eencepe acolo unde \u00eenceteaz\u0103 persoana \u00eent\u00eei. Prin\u00a0Animalul diafan,\u00a0<\/em>Radu Andriescu a dus la bun sf\u00eer\u0219it unul dintre cele mai impresionante \u0219i mai \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021be experimente poetice ale ultimilor ani! Toate cele patru c\u0103r\u021bi despre care am discutat aici vor fi puncte nodale \u00eentr-o viitoare posibil\u0103 istorie a poeticit\u0103\u021bii (nu a lirismului, care e altceva)~<\/p>\n

Bogdan Cre\u021bu<\/strong><\/p>\n

(https:\/\/www.observatorcultural.ro\/articol\/radu-andriescu-masca-persoanei-intii\/?fbclid=IwAR0hFeml70LmCY51cs7vm10PDZYb2dmvZ9aZaUdzcZrvDPcHK5K6KZP92cA<\/a>)<\/p>\n

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

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