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traducere & adaptare: Adrian Grauenfels<\/p>\n

In Memoriam – Benjamin Fondane<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Cobor\u00e2m, din nou,\u00a0 steagul \u00een bern\u0103 pentru cele 6 milioane de evrei uci\u015fi \u00een Holocaust.<\/p>\n

Printre ei se num\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi Benjamin Fondane (Wexler), evreu n\u0103scut la Ia\u015fi \u00een 1898, gazat de nazi\u015fti la Birkenau \u00een 1944<\/p>\n

A fost critic, eseist, poet, filosof franco-rom\u00e2n.<\/p>\n

\u00cen memoria acestui mare poet, oferim traducerea a 5 poezii inedite.<\/p>\n

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[Desenul – portret apar\u0163ine editorului francez Jose Corti]<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ndva\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poem scris domnului Max-Pol Fouchet * (aprilie 1940)<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2ndva se petreceau chestii, f\u0103r\u0103 muzica<\/p>\n

\u0163\u0103rilor care \u0163i se topeau ca un fruct \u00een gura verilor lini\u015ftite<\/p>\n

\u00een t\u0103ceri mai proaspete dec\u00e2t z\u0103pada<\/p>\n

fiin\u0163elor care intr\u0103 \u00een noi \u015fi care ies din noi<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0163in\u0103 cont,<\/p>\n

de hran\u0103, de lenea savant\u0103, de laptele de pas\u0103re,<\/p>\n

calambururi fericite, transformarea<\/p>\n

celora care stau \u00een noi<\/p>\n

\u00een durere, alteori \u00eentr-un \u00eenger<\/p>\n

alteori un baobab \u00een care toporul las\u0103<\/p>\n

r\u0103ni delicioase<\/p>\n

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\u015fi c\u00e2nd, adesea, femei sau lipitori roz<\/p>\n

ni se lipesc de trup<\/p>\n

\u00een experien\u0163a brusc\u0103 a fericirii de a fi m\u00e2ncat<\/p>\n

\u015fi a deliciului \u00eenfrico\u015f\u0103tor<\/p>\n

de a deveni cu totul un altcineva<\/p>\n

#<\/p>\n

Not\u0103 *<\/p>\n

Max-Pol Fouchet, (1913 – 1980) era poet, scriitor, critic de art\u0103 \u015fi produc\u0103tor la TV France.<\/p>\n

Fondane colaboreaz\u0103 \u00eentre 1939-1940 la “F\u00e2nt\u00e2na”,\u00a0 revist\u0103 lunar\u0103 de poezie \u015fi literatur\u0103 franceza publicat\u0103 de Max-Pol.<\/p>\n

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Sirene<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Fericit cel care asem\u0103n\u0103tor lui Ulysse<\/p>\n

m\u0103iastra for\u0163\u0103 a g\u00e2ndirii \u015ftie<\/p>\n

(\u00cen ciuda profe\u0163iei mor\u0163ii sale)<\/p>\n

St\u0103p\u00e2n a fii, plutind peste abisuri<\/p>\n

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De\u015fi, cu bra\u0163ele deschise<\/p>\n

c\u00e2ntul perfidele sirenelor tenteaz\u0103<\/p>\n

El rupe m\u00e2inile orbului hazard<\/p>\n

\u015ei se cufund\u0103-n ale sale vise de amiaz\u0103<\/p>\n

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Dar eu, ascult, cu sufletul extatic<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 ce vocea lor, magie solitar\u0103<\/p>\n

Otrav\u0103 mi-e \u015fi miere dulce-amar\u0103<\/p>\n

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E un abis aici, eu \u015ftiu!, dar stau la pror\u0103,<\/p>\n

Ascult \u015fi-apoi dispar \u00een unda efemer\u0103<\/p>\n

Vr\u0103jit de propria-mi auror\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ia\u015fi 1914<\/p>\n

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Gloria Neantului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un tril de Nai plute\u015fte peste ape<\/p>\n

joc policrom de curcubeu<\/p>\n

raze ce orbesc, sclipiri de astre<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte ca moartea, morm\u00e2ntul s\u0103 \u0163i-l sape<\/p>\n

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Dar \u00eenainte de a \u00eenchide pleoapele obosite<\/p>\n

iube\u015fte tot ce-i art\u0103, ce seam\u0103n-a femei<\/p>\n

\u00cembat\u0103-te cu ast\u0103 cald\u0103 melopee<\/p>\n

vibrat\u0103 de aripi de prim\u0103veri<\/p>\n

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Iar c\u00e2nd te-nghite pr\u0103pastia cea h\u00e2d\u0103<\/p>\n

sufletul t\u0103u pe aripi de neant<\/p>\n

purtat va fi, de gloria vie ce-l fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103<\/p>\n

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\u015ei chiar de mori scrut\u00e2nd necunoscutul<\/p>\n

mai fericit e\u015fti de petrecute clipe din diamante<\/p>\n

ce a \u00eenflorit \u00een carne-\u0163i \u015fi-n speran\u0163e..<\/p>\n

Ia\u015fi, Septembrie 1914<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2ntece simple: Marior<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u015ei va veni o sear\u0103 c\u00e2nd voi pleca,<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu spre care \u0163int\u0103<\/p>\n

de vreau s\u0103 cr\u0103p sau a rena\u015fte.<\/p>\n

T\u0103cerea p\u0103m\u00e2ntului m\u0103 va acoperi.<\/p>\n

Tu vei sosi, o \u015ftiu, tot \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, \u00eenf\u0103\u015furat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een umbra rece a frunzelor de nuci.<\/p>\n

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Vei \u00een\u0163elege din nemi\u015fcare, c\u0103 nu-s aici<\/p>\n

de veghe pe noptier\u0103, ca prima lum\u00e2nare.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eentrebi de ce sunt inutili<\/p>\n

genunchii t\u0103i cop\u0163i, cerceii, sufletul t\u0103u frumos.<\/p>\n

Taci! hai la alte imagini sau cuvinte<\/p>\n

mai cur\u00e2nd la vechile amintiri grele, e\u015fti toat\u0103 tumult<\/p>\n

\u015fi strig\u0103t interior: te iubesc –<\/p>\n

A\u015f iubi o lespede cioplit\u0103 cu litere ebraice.<\/p>\n

Toamna, la cimitirul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 barier\u0103,<\/p>\n

vars\u0103 mierea triste\u0163ii \u00een toate pietrele,<\/p>\n

\u015fi pune \u00een priviri c\u00e2rceii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului –<\/p>\n

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Eu unul, nu m\u0103 mai pot ascunde de moarte.<\/p>\n

1922<\/p>\n

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Elegie<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nimic nu ne poate calma?<\/p>\n

un strop de z\u0103pad\u0103 pe buzele stelelor,<\/p>\n

pu\u0163in\u0103 moarte dat\u0103 cu o s\u0103rutare?<\/p>\n

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Eu \u00eensumi – cine altul – numai eu<\/p>\n

Fondane Benjamin navigator-<\/p>\n

Traversez descul\u0163, \u0163\u0103ri, poeme,<\/p>\n

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un vraf enorm de oameni mor\u0163i<\/p>\n

\u00eenf\u0103\u015fura\u0163i \u00een ziarul lor preferat. Sf\u00e2r\u015fitul lumii<\/p>\n

ne va g\u0103si juc\u00e2nd la sor\u0163i.<\/p>\n

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Prive\u015fte-te Fondane Benjamin-<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un pahar. Ai pleoapele grele<\/p>\n

Un om \u00eentre al\u0163ii. Mort de foame, dup\u0103 perdele..<\/p>\n

1943<\/p>\n

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texte din Caietele Fondane-2004<\/em> –\u00a0manuscris\u00a0 pentru “Le Mal des\u00a0 fantomes “- aflat la Biblioteca Jacques Doucet.<\/p>\n

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traducere & adaptare: Adrian Grauenfels In Memoriam – Benjamin Fondane   Cobor\u00e2m, din nou,\u00a0 steagul \u00een bern\u0103 pentru cele 6 milioane de evrei uci\u015fi \u00een Holocaust. Printre ei se num\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi Benjamin Fondane (Wexler), evreu n\u0103scut la Ia\u015fi \u00een 1898, gazat de nazi\u015fti la Birkenau \u00een 1944 A fost critic, eseist, poet, filosof franco-rom\u00e2n. \u00cen […]<\/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":[1273,13],"tags":[87,1281,1274,1114,72],"class_list":["post-11706","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-49-50","category-poezie","tag-adrian-grauenfels","tag-benjamin-fondane","tag-egophobia-49-50","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-32O","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11706","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=11706"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11706\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11708,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11706\/revisions\/11708"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11706"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11706"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11706"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}