{"id":10639,"date":"2015-04-25T21:42:37","date_gmt":"2015-04-25T19:42:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10639"},"modified":"2015-05-29T22:16:28","modified_gmt":"2015-05-29T20:16:28","slug":"poezia-lui-aurelian-zisu-sau-noaptea-tatalui","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10639","title":{"rendered":"Poezia lui Aurelian Zisu sau <em>noaptea tat\u0103lui<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=right>de Petri\u0219or Militaru<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=justify>\nDup\u0103 <em>Scrisorile c\u0103tre Neant<\/em> (Junimea, 1999), <em>C\u0103m\u0103\u0219a de for\u021b\u0103<\/em> (Aius, 2001), <em>Sonete r\u0103nite<\/em> (Aius, 2009) \u0219i <em>Iubita lui Kirillov<\/em> (Aius, 2012), Aurelian Zisu vine cu cel de-al cincelea volum de versuri: <em>Nop\u021bile mele, nop\u021bi\u2026<\/em>, un volum traversat de un autentic fior tragic \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinat \u00een durerea, am\u0103r\u0103ciunea \u0219i r\u0103t\u0103cirea tat\u0103lui ce \u0219i-a condus propriul fiu pe ultimul s\u0103u drum: \u201eNici arbori, nici pietre, nici p\u0103s\u0103ri, nimic.\/ Nu le-am v\u0103zut niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 stea m\u0103car o clip\u0103 \u00eentr-o com\u0103 indus\u0103, \u00eentr-un sicriu\/ Darmite s\u0103 piar\u0103 m\u0103car frumos, cum, de pild\u0103, se stinge o frunz\u0103.\/\/ M\u0103-ntreb \u0219i eu:\/ Doamne, dac\u0103 eu nu le-am v\u0103zut pe toate acestea murind,\/ De ce am v\u0103zut cu ochii mei moartea fiului meu?\u201d (<em>Poemul unei \u00eentreb\u0103ri<\/em>). Acesta este chiar poemul \u2013 din care am citat numai finalul \u2013 care deschide cartea de fa\u021b\u0103.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\u00cen ceea ce prive\u0219te imaginarul nocturn al c\u0103r\u021bii, el nu are leg\u0103tur\u0103 nici cu <em>Nop\u021bile\u2026<\/em> lui Macedonski \u0219i nici m\u0103car cu Novalis, ci mai degrab\u0103 cu cele patru tipuri de iubire de care vorbeau, \u00een Antichitate, grecii: <em>ag\u00e1pe <\/em>(dragostea omului fa\u021b\u0103 de Divinitate \u0219i a Creatorului fa\u021b\u0103 de Crea\u021bie), <em>\u00e9ros <\/em>(iubirea-pasiune), <em>phil\u00eda<\/em> (iubirea fr\u0103\u021beasc\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de prieteni, familie, comunitate) \u0219i <em>storg\u0113<\/em> (iubirea p\u0103rinteasc\u0103). Dar, fiecare din cele patru avataruri ale iubirii sunt urm\u0103rite m\u00e2r\u0219av \u0219i iminent de omniprezentul <em>thanatos<\/em>, marcat la nivelul textului de diferite cuvinte din sfera semantic\u0103 a acestuia, printre care se observ\u0103 \u0219i ocuren\u021ba repetat\u0103 a lexemului \u201ecu\u021bit\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>La modul general, se poate spune c\u0103 Aurelian Zisu scrie o poezie crepuscular\u0103, <img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i158.photobucket.com\/albums\/t103\/egophobia\/43\/COPERTA_AZisu_zpsklz6xdnu.jpg?w=250\" align=right > ce \u00ee\u0219i are r\u0103d\u0103cinile \u00een zona eminescienei \u201easfin\u021biri de idei\u201d; de fapt, tot volumul reprezint\u0103 o form\u0103 de con\u0219tientizare a propriei condi\u021bii existen\u021biale, o poetic\u0103 Judecat\u0103 de Apoi (marcat\u0103 la nivelul discursului poetic prin obsesiva adresare \u201eOnorat\u0103 Instan\u021b\u0103\u201d cu care \u00eencep poemele \u0219i care are rolul de a \u00eent\u0103ri prezen\u021ba con\u0219tiin\u021bei de sine) pe care eul liric \u0219i-o proiecteaz\u0103 sie\u0219i \u00een \u0219aptezeci \u0219i cinci de nop\u021bi (numerotate cu cifre romane chiar dac\u0103 fiecare are titlul ei), \u00eentrerupte de intermezzo-uri ce sunt numite sugestiv <em>Din cuget\u0103rile s\u0103rmanului Moise<\/em>. Probabil c\u0103 intertextul eminescian \u0219i intertextul biblic sunt cele mai \u00eent\u00e2lnite pe parcursul discursului liric, dar nu sunt singurele. De pild\u0103, \u00een <em>Noaptea I<\/em>, \u201enevinovata Eleonora\u201d este evocat\u0103 \u00eentr-o atmosfer\u0103 gotico-tragic\u0103 ce aminte\u0219te \u00eentruc\u00e2tva de celebra <em>Eleonora<\/em><em> din povestirea omonim\u0103 (1842) a lui E.A. Poe\u00a0:<\/em> \u201eA\u0219a cum s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat odat\u0103, de mult, la c\u00e2rciuma Alb\u0103strica, frecventat\u0103 asiduu de lumea \u00eentunecat\u0103\/ a cartierului. Eleonora venise pe \u0219apte c\u0103r\u0103ri s\u0103 bea ap\u0103 din pumn, din pumni, f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni nu erau, ca \u00een pustiul lui Moise\/ din pumnul unui om care nu-\u0219i dovedise identitatea ci sta \u00een prag s\u0103 preg\u0103teasc\u0103 p\u0103s\u0103ri, p\u0103s\u0103ri la cin\u0103 striga, preg\u0103tea p\u0103s\u0103ri \u0219i eu le furam zborul cu alte cuvinte \u00eel \u00een\u0219elai cu alte cuvinte mi se p\u0103rea\/ c\u0103 n-am pantofi c\u00e2nd n-ai pantofi te \u00eentorci \u00een \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103, c\u00e2nd n-ai pantofi nu pleci la ora\u0219, c\u00e2nd n-ai pantofi, dac\u0103 e\u0219ti la ora\u0219, fumezi\/ cu degetele de la picioare, odat\u0103\/ chi\u0219tocul g\u0103sit \u00een buricul unei borduri mirosea a parfum de femeie, f\u0103r\u0103 pantofi nu po\u021bi s\u0103 intri \u00een moarte, prostul, \u0219i-atunci\/ Eleonora s-a dus s\u0103-mi cumpere un pantof, doi pantofi, unul pentru piciorul st\u00e2ng, altul\/ Pentru piciorul drept, s-a dus \u0219i n-a mai venit Eleonora.\u201d Ca un templu \u00eentru m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea celor dezn\u0103d\u0103jdui\u021bi \u0219i atin\u0219i cu aripa de \u00cengerul Be\u021biei, apare discret \u201ec\u00e2rciuma Alb\u0103strica\u201d, un <em>topos<\/em> ce ne aminte\u0219te de nostalgia bahic\u0103 a lui Ion Mure\u0219an.<\/p>\n<p>Alteori, \u00een <em>Noaptea V<\/em>, eul liric proiecteaz\u0103 o noapte a bloc\u0103rii \u00een sine, un tablou al unei Judec\u0103\u021bi de Apoi \u00een care sufletele refuz\u0103 \u00eenvierea: \u201eP\u0103rea c\u0103 se \u015fterg unul pe altul de praf. Sicriele!\/ Adulmecam praful, \u00eel beam pe n\u0103ri, mirosea a meninge\/ \u015ei mi s-a f\u0103cut lehamite \u015fi lehamitea mea\/ Ca Moise cel Mare \u00eemi vopsi praful cu s\u00e2nge.\/\/ Hircan t\u0103ia praful dinspre Talic\u0103 felii, felii\/ \u015ei-a \u0163ipat: <em>Doamne, mi-am b\u0103ut m\u00e2inile! \u2013 \/\/<\/em> De-atunci, v\u0103 spun drept, stau cu m\u00e2inile-n s\u00e2n\/ \u015ei nu mai \u00eenvii! \u2013 \u201d. \u00centr-un astfel de univers poetic lucrurile ar putea trece u\u0219or sub semnul previzibilului, \u00eens\u0103 eul poetic \u00ee\u0219i exploreaz\u0103 la maxim subteranele creatoare \u0219i imagineaz\u0103 \u2013 cu un surprinz\u0103tor spirit ludic care nu dilueaz\u0103 sentimentul tragic, ci doar \u00eel poten\u021beaz\u0103 \u2013 \u00een <em>Noaptea VI<\/em> un mic flirt cu Lumina, o rena\u0219tere spiritual\u0103 prin asumarea vinei, prin con\u0219tientizarea nevederii realit\u0103\u021bii <em>a\u0219a cum este<\/em> ceea ce conduce \u00eentotdeauna la situa\u021bii tragice: \u201eNu \u021bi-e ru\u0219ine? \u2013 \u00eemi zise \u00eentr-o clip\u0103\/ a vie\u021bii mele cam trec\u0103toare Lumina.\/\u00a0 Nu \u021bi-e ru\u0219ine? E\u0219ti orb \u0219i te ui\u021bi pe\/ sub fustele mele, de parc\u0103\/ \u021bi-ai sorbi viitorul, de parc\u0103\/ ai \u0219ti c\u0103 te nasc.\/\/ [\u2026] De frig, Onorat\u0103 Instan\u021b\u0103, de frig, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 ucid:\/ Ieri \u00eentunericul, acum Lumina.\/ De-aceea, judeca\u021bi-m\u0103 drept:\/\/ Ce orb sunt eu s\u0103 nu-mi v\u0103d vina?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Remarcabile sunt \u0219i alte poeme-nop\u021bi, dintre care a\u0219 aminti numai c\u00e2teva: <em>Omul<\/em> <em>absurd<\/em> (\u201e\u00cemi amintesc numai de o noapte\/ \u00centins\u0103 anapoda pe c\u0103r\u0163ile buzelor tale\/ Unde culcam careul de a\u015fi \u2013 umbrele somnului\/ Sau mai \u015ftiu eu dac\u0103 prin lume luptam\/ Ori dac\u0103 prin demon luptam\/ Ca s\u0103-mi p\u0103zesc firave m\u0103\u015fti\/ Sculptate dansuri ale condamn\u0103rii\/ Fir de neant p\u0103ienjenit de glorii\/ Singur\u0103tate, na\u015ftere, durere.\/\/ \u015ei totu\u015fi\/ Amiaza unui \u00eenger se t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte\/ Deasupra arenelor\/ L\u0103s\u00e2nd o mul\u0163ime de spectatori\/ Cu gura c\u0103scat\u0103\/ Dac\u0103 tu ai fi printre ei\/ A\u015f intra \u00een aren\u0103\/ Cu lancea mea \u00eencerc\u0103nat\u0103.\u201d), <em>Fela<\/em> (\u201e\u015ei mi-am v\u0103zut pielea, pardosea lumea.\/ Pardosea lumea, nelu\u00e2ndu-mi seama.\/\/ O frumuse\u0163e se uit\u0103 prin sal\u0103&#8230; Un spectator\/ Doarme \u00een col\u0163 pe covor&#8230;\/ \u015ei-atuncea Fela\/ Cu p\u0103rul ei lung \u015fi u\u015for\/L-acoperi pe spectatorul acela&#8230;\u201d), <em>Arborii se ascund<\/em> (\u201eC\u00e2t de-ntortocheat\u0103 urm\u0103rea\/ zeea capul de la stea\/ ce c\u0103dea \u0219i tot c\u0103dea\/ nici pe-o verde r\u0103murea\/ ci-ndelung, cu dragostea.\/\/ Ast\u0103zi sunt o \u021bint\u0103 \u00eentre vie\u021be\/ Arborii se-ascund \u00een seve\/ Cine-o fi s\u0103-i mai \u00eenve\u021be\/ Doamne, labirint de Eve?\u201d ), <em>V\u00e2n\u0103torul<\/em> (\u201eEra \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00eentr-un colac de salvare\/ \u00eenchipui\u021bi-v\u0103, el era vidul colacului\/ \u0219i fiindc\u0103 \u00eei d\u0103duser\u0103 drumul pe mare\/ era frumos \u0219i dat dracului.\/ [\u2026]\u00a0 \u0218i c\u00e2nd te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti, nici colac de salvare\/ Nici m\u0103car vidul colacului&#8230; Un orb pe mare.\u201d) sau <em>Somn<\/em> (\u201e\u00cen prim\u0103vara m\u00e2inii tale cade\/ S\u0103rutul meu de fluturi nev\u0103zu\u021bi.\/ \u00cen care rai ai vrea s\u0103-l vezi c\u0103 arde?\/ \u00cen care rai ai vrea s\u0103 mi te mu\u021bi? \u201d). Este evident\u0103 dexteritatea cu care Aurelian Zisu folose\u0219te diferitele tehnici de deconstruc\u021bie \u0219i reconstruc\u021bie ale discursului liric, \u00eentr-un <em>textus<\/em> ce include printre firele sale nuan\u021be de baroc \u0219i romantism, gotic \u0219i manierism, postmodernism \u0219i postexisten\u021bialism, \u00eentr-un melanj pe c\u00e2t de eclectic, pe at\u00e2t de tragic \u0219i de profund.<\/p>\n<p>Al cincilea volum de versuri este m\u0103rturia unei v\u00e2rste spirituale, al unui interval poetic pe care l-a\u0219 numi \u201enoaptea tat\u0103lui\u201d: o noapte f\u0103r\u0103 de lumin\u0103 precum un tat\u0103 r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 fiu, o suferin\u021b\u0103 care \u00eentunec\u0103 ochii ra\u021biunii \u0219i destabilizeaz\u0103 leg\u0103turile dintre oameni, \u00eens\u0103 care, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, d\u0103 un alt sens vie\u021bii de unde \u0219i puternicul sentiment de b\u00e2jb\u00e2ial\u0103 \u0219i de r\u0103t\u0103cire ce domin\u0103 discursul liric. \u00centr-o astfel de \u201enoapte a tat\u0103lui\u201d eul creator exploreaz\u0103 un nou tip de tragic cu care cititorul poate empatiza u\u0219or din cauza lirismului, a muzicalit\u0103\u021bii versurilor ce devin memorabile \u0219i prin secven\u021bialitatea narativ\u0103 din unele poeme. \u00cent\u00e2lnim \u00een volumul <em>Nop\u021bile mele, nop\u021bi\u2026<\/em> un tragism shakespearian prin intensitate, desprins parc\u0103 din Poe prin atmosfer\u0103, kafkian prin absurdul senin \u0219i cioranian prin fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103rile apocaliptice pe care le proiecteaz\u0103 eul liric \u00een diferitele personaje. <em>Nop\u021bile mele, nop\u021bi\u2026<\/em> este un volum ce integreaz\u0103 o microepopee personal\u0103 unde eroul principal este propriul eu ajuns \u00eentr-un moment de cotitur\u0103 existen\u021bial\u0103 \u00een care via\u021ba nu mai e via\u021b\u0103, moartea nu mai e moarte \u0219i poezia nu mai e doar poezie, ci este un strig\u0103t \u00een pustiu, este s\u00e2nge \u00eensingurat, este durere desc\u00e2ntat\u0103, este, \u00een fine, vindecare a dezn\u0103dejdii, \u00eentocmai ca \u00een ultimul poem. Fiindc\u0103 deloc \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor volumul se \u00eencheie cu un<em> Autoportret<\/em>: \u201eP\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 \u0219i luna ar avea gustul albastru al unui cu\u021bit.\/ \u00cei pip\u0103i razele, te retragi f\u0103r\u0103 fire \u00een col\u021bul cu lun\u0103.\/ \u0218i fiindc\u0103 \u021bi se clatin\u0103 toate h\u00e2rtiile, \u00ee\u021bi tai o m\u00e2n\u0103\/ \u0218i-o scuipi \u00een gunoiul din care-ai ie\u0219it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Petri\u0219or Militaru \u00a0 Dup\u0103 Scrisorile c\u0103tre Neant (Junimea, 1999), C\u0103m\u0103\u0219a de for\u021b\u0103 (Aius, 2001), Sonete r\u0103nite (Aius, 2009) \u0219i Iubita lui Kirillov (Aius, 2012), Aurelian Zisu vine cu cel de-al cincelea volum de versuri: Nop\u021bile mele, nop\u021bi\u2026, un volum traversat de un autentic fior tragic \u00eenr\u0103d\u0103cinat \u00een durerea, am\u0103r\u0103ciunea \u0219i r\u0103t\u0103cirea tat\u0103lui ce \u0219i-a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,1083],"tags":[1088,1113,1084,293],"class_list":["post-10639","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-critica","category-egophobia-43","tag-aurelian-zisu","tag-critica","tag-egophobia-43","tag-petrisor-militaru"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2LB","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10639","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10639"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10683,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10639\/revisions\/10683"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}