{"id":11410,"date":"2016-09-19T07:41:31","date_gmt":"2016-09-19T05:41:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11410"},"modified":"2023-06-05T15:45:21","modified_gmt":"2023-06-05T13:45:21","slug":"poeme-de-john-agard-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=11410","title":{"rendered":"poeme de John Agard [II]"},"content":{"rendered":"

(egoRainbow)<\/span><\/p>\n

traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n

John Agard este un poet n\u0103scut \u00een Guyana \u00een 1949. \u00cenainte de a se muta \u00een Marea Britanie \u00een 1977, a lucrat ca jurnalist \u0219i a publicat dou\u0103 volume de poezie \u00een Georgetown. John Agard scrie o poezie solar\u0103, tandr\u0103, dar \u0219i de o satir\u0103 fin\u0103, care, dac\u0103 nu smulge c\u00e2te un z\u00e2mbet, cel pu\u021bin pune serios pe g\u00e2nduri c\u00e2nd vine vorba de diferen\u021be culturale. Atent la schimb\u0103rile sociale, noteaz\u0103 concis at\u00e2t verva, c\u00e2t \u0219i crizele, recurge la mitologie, dar \u0219i la observa\u021bia cotidian\u0103, combin\u0103 uneori imagina\u021bia luxuriant\u0103 cu ritmul \u0219i rima, \u00eentr-un limbaj accesibil. \u00cen colec\u021biile sale ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni cu rebelul care \u00eentoarce toate vorbele pe dos, fie c\u0103 poart\u0103 numele vestitului p\u0103ianjen Anancy, cunoscut personaj povestitor cu genealogie african\u0103, fie c\u0103 la aeroport arat\u0103 un pa\u0219aport cu numele Limbo Dancer, vorbind \u00een limba p\u0103s\u0103rilor, fie c\u0103 se urc\u0103 \u00een amvonul catedralei, lu\u00e2ndu-i la \u00eentreb\u0103ri pe sfin\u021bi \u0219i scormonind prin noianul de prejudec\u0103\u021bi. Totul pentru o dreptate greu de c\u00e2\u0219tigat altfel. Crea\u021bia sa, inclusiv cea pentru copii, este o poezie cu sare. Aviz celor care \u021bin regim. A c\u00e2\u0219tigat mai multe premii pentru poezie, ultimul dintre ele fiind Medalia de aur a Reginei \u00een 2012. Locuie\u0219te \u00een Sussex, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu poeta Grace Nichols. Poeziile de mai jos sunt traduse din volumul Travel Light, Travel Dark<\/em> (2013).<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Liba<\/strong>\u021bie atlantic\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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1<\/p>\n

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Atlanticule, ce fel de lumin\u0103 ar putea \u00eentunericul t\u0103u verde<\/p>\n

s\u0103 arunce asupra nego\u021bului care \u021bi-a umplut apele de cicatrici?<\/p>\n

Spune ceva, Atlanticule.<\/p>\n

\u00cen nesf\u00e2r\u0219itul t\u0103u flux \u0219i reflux,<\/p>\n

ai timp s\u0103 rupi t\u0103cerea o clip\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru vocile \u00eenv\u0103luite \u00een fr\u0103m\u00e2ntare?<\/p>\n

Dar despre sufletele duse pe u\u0219a ta fluid\u0103, ce spui?<\/p>\n

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A\u0219a cum apa, dup\u0103 amerindieni,<\/p>\n

nu e lipsit\u0103 de sim\u021bire,<\/p>\n

\u0219i treze\u0219te la vindecare \u00een orice limb\u0103,<\/p>\n

Atlanticule, \u00een valul t\u0103u crescendo,<\/p>\n

g\u0103se\u0219ti o not\u0103, m\u0103car una,<\/p>\n

pentru neantul \u00een care a trecut ruina,<\/p>\n

unde cuvintele nici sensuri nu mai au?<\/p>\n

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Vorbe\u0219te, Atlanticule.<\/p>\n

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Sau e\u0219ti cumva complicele t\u0103cut al istoriei?<\/p>\n

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2<\/p>\n

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De-ar fi ca eu, Atlanticul, s\u0103 \u00eemi silesc<\/p>\n

curen\u021bii s\u0103 tac\u0103 pentru o clip\u0103,<\/p>\n

i-a\u0219 cere unei cochilii de scoic\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 c\u00e2nte o elegie calm\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru to\u021bi nejeli\u021bii,<\/p>\n

str\u00e2n\u0219i \u00een memoria mea,<\/p>\n

iar valurile s\u0103 primeasc\u0103 lipsa lor.<\/p>\n

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Vai, chiar \u0219i eu, Atlanticul,<\/p>\n

cu Ruta Sclavilor \u2013 bagajul meu \u2013<\/p>\n

trebuie s\u0103 dau \u00een \u00eendoial\u0103 de-un feti\u0219 al speran\u021bei<\/p>\n

pentru a face loc z\u0103rilor.<\/p>\n

O c\u0103ptu\u0219eal\u0103 argintie br\u0103zdeaz\u0103 fluxul \u0219i refluxul.<\/p>\n

O frunz\u0103 de m\u0103slin \u00een ad\u00e2ncurile mele s\u0103rate<\/p>\n

arat\u0103 urme de picior desc\u0103tu\u0219at.<\/p>\n

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Fiindc\u0103 oceanul \u00een\u021belege libertatea,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a cum apa cunoa\u0219te motivul unui pod.<\/p>\n

Dar cum a\u0219 putea eu, Atlanticul, s\u0103-mi privesc apele<\/p>\n

bogate \u00een travers\u0103ri blestemate<\/p>\n

cum devin o cruce, pe care continentele s-o poarte<\/p>\n

\u0219i eu s\u0103 nu vorbesc deloc?<\/p>\n

Ce-a\u0219 putea aduce pe altarul de sacrificiu al istoriei<\/p>\n

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dec\u00e2t sarea sufletului meu, pres\u0103rat\u0103 \u00eentr-o liba\u021bie,<\/p>\n

pentru a da savoare unor valuri noi de via\u021b\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

Eu, Atlanticul, \u00eempletesc vise din p\u00e2nze murdare,<\/p>\n

pentru a alc\u0103tui stofa viitorului…<\/p>\n

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Iluminism <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cenainte ca pietricica pu\u0219tiului Newton<\/p>\n

s\u0103-i dezv\u0103luie \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tura interioar\u0103<\/p>\n

a oceanului nedescoperit al adev\u0103rului \u2013<\/p>\n

un s\u0103lbatic vis\u0103tor, ars cu fierul ro\u0219u,<\/p>\n

st\u0103tea \u00een picioare pe un \u021b\u0103rm f\u0103r\u0103 hart\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i asculta glasul tunetului \u00eentr-o piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Un actor alb se preg\u0103te\u0219te s\u0103 joace Otello<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Privi\u021bi cum convoc \u00eentunericul<\/p>\n

\u00een pieptul meu de actor dramatic.<\/p>\n

De ce n-a\u0219 \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 fiu negru un pic m\u0103car<\/p>\n

\u0219i-a\u0219a s\u0103 scap de impresar?<\/p>\n

Cu Regele Lear, am adus la delir<\/p>\n

piesa aceea \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare, perfect\u0103,<\/p>\n

nu era nici o fa\u021b\u0103 nepl\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een sal\u0103.<\/p>\n

Spectatorii vedeau cum obrajii de piatr\u0103<\/p>\n

o luau razna, cople\u0219i\u021bi de triste\u021be.<\/p>\n

Dar maurul acela, cum s\u0103-l joc pe maurul acela,<\/p>\n

merg\u00e2nd \u021ban\u021bo\u0219 pe sc\u00e2ndura de la Stratford?<\/p>\n

S\u0103 o invoc pe muza melaninei?<\/p>\n

S\u0103-mi smulg din r\u0103d\u0103cini arborele genealogic,<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 dau de urma unor neamuri mai oache\u0219e?<\/p>\n

Ce-ar fi de-a\u0219 adopta o adev\u0103r\u0103ciune<\/p>\n

de gen hip-hop, c\u00e2nd dau pe strad\u0103 ture,<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103-i modernizez trufiile maure?<\/p>\n

A, Max Factor \u00een ajutor \u00eemi sare.<\/p>\n

Mahonul, asta da culoare.<\/p>\n

Suntem pe jum\u0103tate gata.<\/p>\n

Purificarea simt cum se arat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Da, m\u0103 voi da cu negru pe fa\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i voi fi chiar frumos.<\/p>\n

Un leu destins.<\/p>\n

Voi mu\u0219ca din ca\u0219cavalul fin al rasei.<\/p>\n

\u00cei voi adulmeca pove\u0219tirea.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi voi pierde min\u021bile \u00een nebunia<\/p>\n

tegumentului.<\/p>\n

Batista alb\u0103 m\u0103 va r\u0103zbuna.<\/p>\n

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Columb se descoper\u0103 pe sine<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Navigarea pe m\u0103ri interioare e o ini\u021biativ\u0103 riscant\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Cine \u0219tie care Altul s\u0103l\u0103\u0219luie\u0219te<\/p>\n

sub cerurile pielii nesondate?<\/p>\n

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Ce fel de faun\u0103 sau flor\u0103<\/p>\n

vor aduce sargasele s\u00e2ngelui?<\/p>\n

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Orizontul tr\u0103d\u0103tor al creierului, aho, aho.<\/p>\n

Terra incognita a cunoa\u0219terii de sine.<\/p>\n

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Vai, matroz f\u0103r\u0103 hart\u0103, r\u0103t\u0103cit prin Indiile personale.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(egoRainbow) traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi John Agard este un poet n\u0103scut \u00een Guyana \u00een 1949. \u00cenainte de a se muta \u00een Marea Britanie \u00een 1977, a lucrat ca jurnalist \u0219i a publicat dou\u0103 volume de poezie \u00een Georgetown. John Agard scrie o poezie solar\u0103, tandr\u0103, dar \u0219i de o satir\u0103 fin\u0103, care, dac\u0103 nu […]<\/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":[1224,952,13],"tags":[1225,1162,1102,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-11410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-47","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-47","tag-egorainbow","tag-john-agard","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2Y2","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11410","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=11410"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11410\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14744,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11410\/revisions\/14744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}