{"id":12694,"date":"2019-07-26T07:58:24","date_gmt":"2019-07-26T05:58:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12694"},"modified":"2021-09-04T11:54:10","modified_gmt":"2021-09-04T09:54:10","slug":"before-sunset","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12694","title":{"rendered":"Before Sunset"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\">de <a href=\"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?tag=stefan-bolea\">\u0218tefan Bolea<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">A cincea edi\u021bie a Festivalul de poezie <em>Z9<\/em> (13 Iulie 2019) a \u00eenceput la ora 19 \u00een curtea interioar\u0103 a Teatrului Gong din Sibiu: crepusculul e un moment propice pentru un \u201emaratonul\u201d de poezie, pentru c\u0103 relaxeaz\u0103 cenzura \u0219i te preg\u0103te\u0219te pentru noaptea \u00eentunecat\u0103 a <em>id<\/em>-ului. Dup\u0103 cum sus\u021binea Livia Franchini, poet\u0103 italian\u0103, care activeaz\u0103 la Londra, e pl\u0103cut s\u0103 cite\u0219ti versuri \u00een soarele vesperal, m\u00e2ng\u00e2ietor al Sibiului, \u00een contrast cu atmosfera de capac <em>doom<\/em> din capitala Regatului Unit, \u00een care e\u0219ti \u00eencapsulat sub cerul noros \u0219i ploios.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">C\u00e2\u021biva din cei 14 poe\u021bi invita\u021bi m-au impresionat \u00een mod special. Nota\u021bia caustic\u0103, dezesperant\u0103 a Ioanei Vintil\u0103 din volumul ei de debut, <em>P\u0103s\u0103ri \u00een furtuna de nisip<\/em>, are ceva din directe\u021bea r\u0103posatului milenarism, dar \u0219i ceva \u00een plus: peste infernul schopenhauerian al lui Bruegel, camera este ridicat\u0103 tot mai sus, de unde poeta survoleaz\u0103 <em>maximum<\/em> de durere cu un <em>minimum<\/em> de patos. Avem un <em>eagle\u2019s eye view<\/em> similar cu cel din <em>Tratatul de descompunere<\/em>: porne\u0219ti din punctul exploziei \u0219i ajungi pe bombardierul care las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 peisaje devastate. \u201enu cred\/\/ \u00een ciroza lui Roberto \u0219i \u00een lista de transplant\/ \u00een monoxidul de carbon din pl\u0103m\u00e2nii Sylviei &amp; Annei\/ \u00een convingerile fasciste ale lui Ezra &amp; u\u0219a de o\u021bel a salonului\/ \u00een infarctul lui Julio\/&#8230; am putea s\u0103 ne arunc\u0103m de pe st\u00e2ncile cele mai \u00eenalte\/ \u00een lagunele cu recife str\u0103lucitoare\/\/ \u0219i s\u0103 privim totul\/\/ cum prive\u0219ti un \u0219obolan \u00eentr-o step\u0103 din Mexic\/\/ care\/ se\/ zv\u00e2rcole\u0219te\/ \u00een\/ gura\/ unei\/ reptile\/\/\u201d (matricea I\u00ad<sub>10\u00ad<\/sub>).<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Textele <em>queer<\/em> ale lui Richard Scott, ca \u0219i modul relaxat, \u00een care \u0219i-a citit poemele, au adus un prim <em>climax<\/em> al festivalului. \u201eIn the library where there is not one gay poem,\/ not even Cavafy eyeing his grappa-sozzled lads\/ \u2013 I\/ open again the Golden Treasury of Verse and write\/ COCK\/\/\u201d (<em>Public Library<\/em>, 1998). Intertextualit\u0103\u021bile cu Rilke \u0219i \u2013 mai ales \u2013 cu Verlaine, cel din faza a doua, sunt explorate \u00een <em>museum<\/em>: \u201eI want to kiss\/ your amputation\/ there rough-hewn\/ slices &#8230; I want to\/ run my tongue\/ along the lashed\/ small of your back\/\u201d.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">La partea de <em>performance<\/em> merit\u0103 amintit\u0103 poeta olandez\u0103 Nadia de Vries. Versurile ei \u00een\u0219el\u0103tor de simple (\u0219i <em>cheeky<\/em>) pun degetul pe ran\u0103 \u00eentr-un mod minimalist: \u201eIf you threw me a chocolate\/ I would eat it.\/ &#8230; If you through me another one\/ I would vomit\/ and then I\u2019d eat it\u2026\/\u201d (<em>Those Who Hate the Scent of Their Children<\/em>). Poezia politic\u0103 a belgianului Arno van Vlierberghe atinge, de asemenea, o coard\u0103 sensibil\u0103, \u00eentr-o lume \u00een care majoritatea popula\u021biei sufer\u0103 de s\u0103r\u0103cie (\u0219i de teama de \u0219omaj): \u201eMy opportunities on the employment market dwindle away until the I doesn\u2019t count\/ \u2026 What dies it mean to live in this city tonight?\/ Thanatology for the cowardly\/ The quiet horror of the blunt knife and the throat\/ \u2026 The reckless violence of con-sen-sus\/\u201d (<em>Ex Daemon<\/em>).<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00cen plus, a\u0219 remarca \u0219i versurile promi\u021b\u0103toare ale nedebutatei Iuliei Iacob, care oscileaz\u0103 \u00eentre un para-existen\u021bialism precum cel din <em>Moartea lui Ivan Ilici<\/em> (\u201ec\u00e2teva amintiri de sear\u0103 c\u00e2nd nimic\/ nu love\u0219te aproape de cas\u0103 ca \u00een to the moon\/ unde b\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u00ee\u0219i pierde memoria esen\u021bial\u0103\/ p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ultimele minute de dinaintea mor\u021bii\/ c\u00e2nd totul devine clar &amp; palpabil \u0219i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc\/ c\u0103 a\u0219a voi fi \u0219i eu&#8230;\/\u201d) \u0219i un fel de depresie a am\u00e2n\u0103rii angajamentului, sintetizat\u0103 alegoric prin ritmul sufocant de lent al snooker-ului (\u201epot face at\u00e2tea s\u0103 construiesc ceva s\u0103 merg la lunc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103\/ m\u0103n\u00e2nc mure sau alune dar mereu c\u00e2nd reu\u0219esc s\u0103 lovesc\/ bila alb\u0103 ea intr\u0103 \u00een gaur\u0103 \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2n jos definitiv\/\u201d). Reu\u0219it\u0103 tehnica aglutin\u0103rii \u0219i t\u0103ierii versurilor; c\u00e2t despre snooker: \u00een\u021beleg c\u0103 nu acesta este miezul, dar exist\u0103 modalit\u0103\u021bi de calcul prin care juc\u0103torii de v\u00e2rf evit\u0103 introducerea \u00een buzunar a bilei albe \u2013 rarele gre\u0219eli intervin c\u00e2nd juc\u0103torii risc\u0103 sau sunt prin\u0219i de joc.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Un alt <em>climax<\/em> al festivalului a fost proiectarea videopoemelor lui Eta Dahlia, poet \u0219i regizor rus stabilit la Londra: re\u021bin refrenul obsedant \u201etoamna nu num\u0103r\u0103 frunzele\u201d. Tendin\u021bele poe\u021bilor invita\u021bi la <em>Z9<\/em> mi s-au p\u0103rut, uneori, at\u00e2t de inedite \u0219i avangardiste, \u00eenc\u00e2t aproape aveam impresia c\u0103 devoalau viitorul. Un festival deosebit, de perspectiv\u0103, care e frecventat cu profit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de \u0218tefan Bolea A cincea edi\u021bie a Festivalul de poezie Z9 (13 Iulie 2019) a \u00eenceput la ora 19 \u00een curtea interioar\u0103 a Teatrului Gong din Sibiu: crepusculul e un moment propice pentru un \u201emaratonul\u201d de poezie, pentru c\u0103 relaxeaz\u0103 cenzura \u0219i te preg\u0103te\u0219te pentru noaptea \u00eentunecat\u0103 a id-ului. Dup\u0103 cum sus\u021binea Livia Franchini, poet\u0103 [&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":[8,1394],"tags":[1113,1395,39],"class_list":["post-12694","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-critica","category-egophobia-59-60","tag-critica","tag-egophobia-59-60","tag-stefan-bolea"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3iK","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12694","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=12694"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12694\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13753,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12694\/revisions\/13753"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12694"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12694"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12694"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}