{"id":12818,"date":"2019-12-15T06:01:51","date_gmt":"2019-12-15T04:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12818"},"modified":"2019-12-16T00:04:33","modified_gmt":"2019-12-15T22:04:33","slug":"poeme-de-danielle-boodoo-fortune","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=12818","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Danielle Boodoo-Fortun\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

click pentru a c\u00e2\u0219tiga unul dintre cele dou\u0103 exemplare ale antologiei de poezie din Caraibe \u00een traducerea Monic\u0103i Manolachi pe care le avem la dispozi\u021bie sau o alt\u0103 carte de poezie [participarea e posibil\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 pe 22 decembrie 2019, ora 23:00]
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Danielle Boodoo-Fortun<\/strong>\u00e9<\/strong> e o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 poet\u0103 \u0219i artist\u0103 din Trinidad. Scrierile \u0219i operele ei de art\u0103 au ap\u0103rut \u00een publica\u021bii precum Bim: Arts for the 21st Century<\/em>, Caribbean Writer, Small Axe Literary Salon, Anthurium: A Caribbean Studies Journal, Room Magazine<\/em> \u0219i altele. \u00cen 2009 a primit premiul Charlotte & Isidor Paiewonsky oferit de revista Caribbean Writer<\/em>. \u00cen 2013 a c\u00e2\u0219tigat premiul pentru poezie \u00een competi\u021bia Small Axe. Se num\u0103r\u0103 printre c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103torii premiului Wasafiri New Writing. Despre poezia sa, criticul Kwame Dawes afirm\u0103 c\u0103 \u201eexploreaz\u0103 un soi de nebunie, nu ca o condi\u021bie de boal\u0103 mental\u0103, ci ca s\u0103ritur\u0103 \u00een propriul sine\u201c. Locuie\u0219te cu so\u021bul \u0219i fiul ei \u00een ora\u0219ul Sangre Grande.<\/p>\n

Fiica ta e o problem\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiica ta e o problem\u0103,<\/p>\n

are prea mult din nebunia<\/p>\n

tat\u0103lui ei \u00een oasele-i puternice,<\/p>\n

tace prea mult c\u00e2nd vorbe\u0219te,<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0219i dore\u0219te prea mult.<\/p>\n

\u0218i nici nu-i chiar a\u0219a dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

are cinci kilograme \u00een plus,<\/p>\n

are ceva s\u0103lbatic<\/p>\n

\u00een modul<\/p>\n

cum r\u00e2de \u00een hohote.<\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 un fitil aprins<\/p>\n

\u00een gura fiicei tale,<\/p>\n

un trup cafeniu ca o bomb\u0103<\/p>\n

pus\u0103 jos, bl\u00e2nd\u0103, gata<\/p>\n

s\u0103 duc\u0103 r\u0103zboi cu numele t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

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Mama diminea\u021ba<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mama bea ceai \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103 diminea\u021ba,<\/p>\n

abandon\u00e2nd buc\u0103t\u0103ria cu ecouri de mic dejun,<\/p>\n

farfurii de pr\u00e2nz, \u0219ireturi desf\u0103cute, picuri din robinet.<\/p>\n

\u00cen t\u0103cere, st\u0103 pe un sc\u0103unel plesnit,<\/p>\n

pe c\u00e2nd aburul se ridic\u0103 din ceai,<\/p>\n

\u0219opte\u0219te secrete afectuoase, de alinare,<\/p>\n

pe care numai ea le pricepe.<\/p>\n

\u00cen p\u0103m\u00e2nt sunt lucruri t\u0103ioase<\/p>\n

\u0219i ea are m\u00e2ini moi,<\/p>\n

dar nu poart\u0103 niciodat\u0103 m\u0103nu\u0219i.<\/p>\n

Nu-i e team\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2ntul reav\u0103n \u0219i negru<\/p>\n

cu cioburi de sticl\u0103 \u00eengropat\u0103 \u0219i creaturi t\u00e2r\u00e2toare.<\/p>\n

A plantat speran\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

a v\u0103zut-o cum cre\u0219te \u00eenalt\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd m\u00e2inile mamei sunt \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eenrourat<\/p>\n

\u0219i pare pl\u0103p\u00e2nd\u0103 \u00een lumina dimine\u021bii,<\/p>\n

\u00een mama sunt \u00eengropate lucruri ascu\u021bite,<\/p>\n

\u0219i v\u0103d cum fluorescen\u021ba din buc\u0103t\u0103rie o estompeaz\u0103,<\/p>\n

ascunde floarea secret\u0103 pe care o \u00eengrije\u0219te,<\/p>\n

care \u00eenflore\u0219te doar c\u00e2nd \u00eenflore\u0219te ea.<\/p>\n

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Te b\u00e2ntuie numele lui<\/strong><\/p>\n

B\u0103rbatul care te iube\u0219te<\/p>\n

nu-i altceva dec\u00e2t o fantom\u0103.<\/p>\n

Trece prin ziduri,<\/p>\n

un nume pe buzele tale ca o rug\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n

Numele lui e ceea ce-\u021bi spui<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte s\u0103 adormi, un \u021bip\u0103t scurt<\/p>\n

\u00een tulpina g\u00e2tului.<\/p>\n

\u00cel p\u0103strezi \u00een linia \u00eenalt\u0103<\/p>\n

a oaselor fiicei tale,<\/p>\n

\u00een snopul de vinov\u0103\u021bie<\/p>\n

r\u0103mas\u0103 \u00een piept.<\/p>\n

\u00cen dimine\u021bi ploiase, te treze\u0219ti,<\/p>\n

m\u00e2inile-i aspre te r\u0103scolesc<\/p>\n

pe sub clavicul\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

a mai r\u0103mas ceva din inim\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u021bi pui haine de peniten\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

por\u021bi p\u0103rul tuns,<\/p>\n

ai \u00een gur\u0103 arme<\/p>\n

t\u0103ioase \u0219i ascu\u021bite.<\/p>\n

Nu trebuie s\u0103-l iube\u0219ti,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a c\u0103 te legi str\u00e2ns<\/p>\n

cu foame \u0219i fum,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2n\u021bi cu voce tare \u00eempotriva<\/p>\n

t\u0103cerii corpului t\u0103u.<\/p>\n

Dar el nu te va p\u0103r\u0103si,<\/p>\n

se tot strecoar\u0103 prin<\/p>\n

u\u0219ile \u00eencuiate,<\/p>\n

fur\u00e2ndu-\u021bi sunetele<\/p>\n

din gur\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte s\u0103 spui ceva.<\/p>\n

B\u0103rbatul care te iube\u0219te<\/p>\n

e un strigoi de izgonit<\/p>\n

din templul inimii.<\/p>\n

Acum trebuie s\u0103 te \u00eentorci \u00een tine<\/p>\n

cu unica ta fl\u0103c\u0103ruie,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 faci scrum b\u00e2ntuirea<\/p>\n

numelui s\u0103u.<\/p>\n

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Poem din ultima zi a lumii<\/strong><\/p>\n

E t\u00e2rziu acum \u0219i am obosit,<\/p>\n

acelea\u0219i str\u0103zi \u0219i aceia\u0219i<\/p>\n

str\u0103ini, t\u0103cu\u021bi precum sticlele.<\/p>\n

Am obosit s\u0103 merg pe jos acas\u0103<\/p>\n

cu g\u00e2tul plin de zgomot \u0219i sticl\u0103,<\/p>\n

cu trupul str\u00e2ns, tremur\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

\u0219i refractar.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 plictisesc de sur\u00e2sul fix,<\/p>\n

de s\u00e2nii prea str\u00e2n\u0219i, de femei t\u0103cute<\/p>\n

cu ochi ca furtunile, corcolind<\/p>\n

inimi de uragan \u00eencheiat la to\u021bi nasturii.<\/p>\n

E t\u00e2rziu \u0219i am obosit<\/p>\n

s\u0103 m\u0103tur pucioasa<\/p>\n

de sub pat,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 pretind c\u0103 focurile nu se aprind<\/p>\n

\u00een camere lini\u0219tite.<\/p>\n

A\u0219a c\u0103 dac\u0103 asta e ceea ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne<\/p>\n

din ultima noapte a lumii,<\/p>\n

cine \u00eemi va spune s\u0103 nu-mi dau foc<\/p>\n

la oasele protejate antifurt,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 nu sparg ferestrele<\/p>\n

\u0219i s\u0103 nu m\u0103 pr\u0103bu\u0219esc cu capul \u00eenainte<\/p>\n

spre marginea albastr\u0103 a lunii?<\/p>\n

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(egoRainbow) traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi click pentru a c\u00e2\u0219tiga unul dintre cele dou\u0103 exemplare ale antologiei de poezie din Caraibe \u00een traducerea Monic\u0103i Manolachi pe care le avem la dispozi\u021bie sau o alt\u0103 carte de poezie [participarea e posibil\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 pe 22 decembrie 2019, ora 23:00] Danielle Boodoo-Fortun\u00e9 e o t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 poet\u0103 \u0219i artist\u0103 […]<\/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":[1408,952,13],"tags":[1411,1409,1162,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-12818","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-61","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-danielle-boodoo-fortune","tag-egophobia-61","tag-egorainbow","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3kK","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12818","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=12818"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12861,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12818\/revisions\/12861"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}