{"id":13004,"date":"2020-06-08T20:56:56","date_gmt":"2020-06-08T18:56:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13004"},"modified":"2020-06-08T20:56:56","modified_gmt":"2020-06-08T18:56:56","slug":"poeme-de-grace-nichols-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13004","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Grace Nichols"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

Grace Nichols este cea mai cunoscut\u0103 poet\u0103 contemporan\u0103 britanic\u0103 originar\u0103 din Caraibe. S-a n\u0103scut \u00eentr-un sat din Guyana \u00een anul 1950. \u00cenainte de a emigra \u00een Marea Britanie, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu so\u021bul s\u0103u, poetul John Agard, a lucrat ca profesoar\u0103 \u0219i jurnalist\u0103 \u00een \u021bara natal\u0103. Versurile sale evoc\u0103 ritmuri, teme \u0219i simboluri specifice culturii caraibe, cu influen\u021be din folclorul guyanez, amerindian \u0219i african, dar \u0219i din cultura european\u0103, ale c\u0103rei valori sunt puse sistematic sub semnul \u00eentreb\u0103rii. \u00cen aproape toate colec\u021biile de poezie semnate de Grace Nichols se pot identifica diverse aspecte cheie ale feminit\u0103\u021bii caraibe: apropierea de mediul natural, \u00eenclina\u021bia spre muzicalitate \u0219i oralitate, diversitatea cultural\u0103, spiritul deschis, sacralitatea devenirii \u00een ciuda traumei culturale din perioada colonial\u0103 etc. Versurile de mai jos sunt extrase \u0219i traduse din volumul Picasso, I want my face back<\/em> din 2009.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Femeie \u00een lacrimi<\/strong><\/p>\n

(Dora Maar)<\/p>\n

Pablo Picasso (1937)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

1<\/p>\n

Se spune c\u0103 \u00een loc de pensul\u0103<\/p>\n

folosea cu\u021bitul ca s\u0103 m\u0103 picteze.<\/p>\n

O geometrie barbar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Dar eu spun, privi\u021bi din nou:<\/p>\n

mai aproape de durere de at\u00e2t<\/p>\n

nici nu se poate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Verdele m\u0103 \u0219tie,<\/p>\n

nu verdele din foaie verde,<\/p>\n

ci verdele oribil de cangren\u0103.<\/p>\n

Galbenul m\u0103 \u0219tie,<\/p>\n

nu galbenul soarelui, plin de via\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

ci nuan\u021bele boln\u0103vicioase<\/p>\n

din putrefac\u021bia r\u0103zboaielor.<\/p>\n

Albastrul m\u0103 \u0219tie,<\/p>\n

dar nu albastrul infinit al cerului, al m\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

ci culoarea suferin\u021bei<\/p>\n

din c\u00e2ntecele de inim\u0103 albastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Maica Domnului \u00eendurerat\u0103,<\/p>\n

m-a ajuns m\u00e2hnirea!<\/p>\n

Pe sub echilibrul p\u0103l\u0103riei ro\u0219ii<\/p>\n

aud, ca de la mare<\/p>\n

distan\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

propriul meu \u021bip\u0103t \u00een\u0103bu\u0219it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

2<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103l\u0103ria m\u0103 sfideaz\u0103<\/p>\n

r\u00e2z\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

din c\u0103ptu\u0219eala chinului.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gura mea distorsionat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i scr\u00e2\u0219netul din\u021bilor,<\/p>\n

degetele gr\u0103su\u021be \u0219i st\u00e2ngace,<\/p>\n

de parc\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 ar purta<\/p>\n

acele m\u0103nu\u0219i \u2013<\/p>\n

p\u0103tate de s\u00e2nge, pe care le p\u0103strezi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat<\/p>\n

cu pupilele<\/p>\n

ochilor mei, Picasso?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De ce merit eu<\/p>\n

o asemenea diformitate?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ce sunt acum<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 nu o corcitur\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentre un clovn \u0219i un vas<\/p>\n

de lut spart?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

3<\/p>\n

Dar sunt faimoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Lumea m\u0103 recunoa\u0219te,<\/p>\n

\u00een ciuda fracturilor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Nu sunt chiar Mona Lisa<\/p>\n

(ce mult a\u0219 vrea s\u0103-i \u0219terg<\/p>\n

de pe chip arogan\u021ba aia<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t de captivant\u0103).<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oare ea nu \u0219tie c\u0103 arta, marea art\u0103,<\/p>\n

nu e neap\u0103rat o pictur\u0103 \u00een ulei?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunt un magnet,<\/p>\n

nu lipsit de frumuse\u021be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunt emblematic\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru suferin\u021ba secolului XX.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunt un simbol<\/p>\n

de posibile compozi\u021bii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lacrimile mele sunt lacrimi de fericire,<\/p>\n

diamante mari de-a dura pe obraz.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

4<\/p>\n

Minciunile ascund transform\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

iar a mea a fost des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103:<\/p>\n

de la leoaic\u0103 la zei\u021b\u0103,<\/p>\n

de la zei\u021b\u0103 la pre\u0219,<\/p>\n

de la coarb\u0103, vulturoaic\u0103, leb\u0103d\u0103<\/p>\n

la ra\u021b\u0103 proast\u0103,<\/p>\n

agit\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 toat\u0103 ziua<\/p>\n

\u00een caz c\u0103 apare el.<\/p>\n

\u00cen caz c\u0103 vrea el s\u0103 stau nemi\u0219cat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pe c\u00e2nd \u00eenainte de el,<\/p>\n

a\u0219 fi zbughit-o ca o pisic\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een timp ce lumea zicea<\/p>\n

r\u00e2njind cu \u00eeng\u0103duin\u021b\u0103:<\/p>\n

ia, uite-o pe Dora Maar<\/p>\n

cu aparatul de fotografiat la g\u00e2t,<\/p>\n

ca un medalion aproape de inim\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

5<\/p>\n

Tot ce atinge el<\/p>\n

cu m\u00e2inile lui de rege Midas<\/p>\n

se transform\u0103, desigur, \u00eentr-o avere.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cu o natur\u0103 moart\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi iei o cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

O \u0219a de biciclet\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i un ghidon inversat<\/p>\n

se transform\u0103 \u00eentr-un cap de taur.<\/p>\n

O vaz\u0103 azv\u00e2rlit\u0103 recent,<\/p>\n

cu g\u00e2tul sub\u021bire \u0219i spart<\/p>\n

devine o pas\u0103re speriat\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ori de c\u00e2te ori chipul meu se crap\u0103,<\/p>\n

el d\u0103 fuga s\u0103 adune cioburile<\/p>\n

cu pensula \u0219i cu paleta \u2013<\/p>\n

p\u0103streaz\u0103 fiecare fragment,<\/p>\n

fiecare lacrim\u0103 s\u0103rat\u0103 \u0219i perlat\u0103<\/p>\n

pentru un viitor proiect \u2013<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201eFemeile\u201c, \u00eel auzi oft\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

\u201eaceste ma\u0219ini ale suferin\u021bei.\u201c<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

6<\/p>\n

Totu\u0219i, dac\u0103 mi-ar fi spus cineva<\/p>\n

c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi m\u0103 vor vinde la Sotheby \u2013<\/p>\n

pictura aceea cu mine \u0219i pisica,<\/p>\n

o dat\u0103, de dou\u0103 ori, adjudecat \u2013<\/p>\n

postura mea regal\u0103<\/p>\n

cu p\u0103l\u0103ria aia suprarealist\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

v\u00e2ndut\u0103 la licita\u021bie cu 95 de milioane! \u2013<\/p>\n

nici \u00een cele mai n\u0103valnice \u00eenchipuiri,<\/p>\n

nici \u00een ad\u00e2ncul ad\u00e2nc al inimii mele<\/p>\n

de dincoace \u0219i de dincolo de morm\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

(Van Gogh s-ar \u00eentoarce \u00een al lui)<\/p>\n

nu l-a\u0219 fi crezut.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

7<\/p>\n

Conchistador<\/p>\n

al c\u0103rnii,<\/p>\n

arm\u0103sarule,<\/p>\n

taurule,<\/p>\n

Cortez-ul meu,<\/p>\n

invadeaz\u0103-m\u0103 acum<\/p>\n

cu sperma<\/p>\n

culorilor tale,<\/p>\n

fie ca perioadele tale<\/p>\n

albastre \u0219i roz<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se pupe<\/p>\n

cu cele ro\u0219ii ale mele.<\/p>\n

Conchistador<\/p>\n

al c\u0103rnii,<\/p>\n

eu sunt<\/p>\n

Lumea Nou\u0103,<\/p>\n

Malinche,<\/p>\n

fata care te ajut\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 cucere\u0219ti.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

8<\/p>\n

\u0218oapte despre o amant\u0103 nou\u0103.<\/p>\n

Priviri pe furi\u0219.<\/p>\n

Fuselajul spart al lacrimilor<\/p>\n

de dincolo de ochelarii mei fumurii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cum \u00eendr\u0103znesc s\u0103 le fie mil\u0103 de mine,<\/p>\n

o nemuritoare<\/p>\n

din s\u0103lile cu picturi?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

9<\/p>\n

Chip drag,<\/p>\n

nu te l\u0103sa,<\/p>\n

atunci c\u00e2nd vin<\/p>\n

\u0219i se holbeaz\u0103 cu neru\u0219inare,<\/p>\n

v\u0103rs\u00e2nd lacrimi de crocodil,<\/p>\n

de parc\u0103 nu m-ai fi avertizat<\/p>\n

c\u0103 a\u0219a se va sf\u00e2r\u0219i.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Chip drag,<\/p>\n

nu te l\u0103sa,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 aud<\/p>\n

spun\u00e2nd, ca \u0219i cum<\/p>\n

a\u0219 arunca la \u021bint\u0103 o s\u0103geat\u0103 obraznic\u0103:<\/p>\n

\u201eCe-am avut \u0219i ce-am pierdut:<\/p>\n

un b\u0103rbat cu un ego mare c\u00e2t casa…\u201c<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

10<\/p>\n

Copiii, sunt cei mai na\u0219pa!<\/p>\n

Priviri inocente \u0219i glasuri puternice:<\/p>\n

\u201eMami, doamna cu p\u0103l\u0103rie ro\u0219ie pl\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

E din cauza r\u0103zboiului<\/p>\n

sau i-a rupt cineva inima?<\/p>\n

Doamna cu p\u0103l\u0103rie ro\u0219ie pl\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

Are fa\u021ba ca un evantai, mami,<\/p>\n

dar tot i se v\u0103d lacrimile.\u201c<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Copiii, sunt cei mai na\u0219pa<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd ating coarda sensibil\u0103 a artei.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

11<\/p>\n

\u0218i totu\u0219i laud darurile \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ate<\/p>\n

aduse de m\u0103mici \u2013<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lun\u0103 de lun\u0103<\/p>\n

le \u00eentind uterul ca pe covorul ro\u0219u.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lun\u0103 de lun\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eemi doresc \u0219i eu un copil<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

care dispare ca apa dup\u0103 inunda\u021bie<\/p>\n

\u00een p\u0103dure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Prefer\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 pitit \u00eentre ramuri<\/p>\n

\u00een loc s\u0103 prind\u0103 via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

12<\/p>\n

Cine sunt ace\u0219ti oameni<\/p>\n

cu ve\u0219minte \u0219i lum\u00e2n\u0103ri aprinse<\/p>\n

apropriindu-se de mine<\/p>\n

\u0219optindu-\u0219i idei?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cei \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een alb,<\/p>\n

Minotaurul<\/p>\n

care m\u0103 poart\u0103<\/p>\n

prin labirintul saloanelor?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 firul Ariadnei.<\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 Hansel cu pietricele.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O, ce valuri de chitar\u0103!<\/p>\n

\u00cei vezi cum danseaz\u0103?<\/p>\n

Jesus, tu e\u0219ti steaua mea,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 ca\u021b\u0103r pe crengile tale,<\/p>\n

s\u0103-mi ascund amintirile<\/p>\n

de ghimpii acestei terapii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Jesus, crede-m\u0103,<\/p>\n

au venit s\u0103 m\u0103 vindece \u2013<\/p>\n

rogu-te, nu-i l\u0103sa<\/p>\n

s\u0103-mi fure \u2013<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

durerea sufleteasc\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i nici micile junghiuri \u00eenduio\u0219\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

13<\/p>\n

Pat de trandafiri,<\/p>\n

pat de cuie,<\/p>\n

pat pe care<\/p>\n

am levitat ca un fachir.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pat cu speran\u021be,<\/p>\n

pat cu temeri,<\/p>\n

pat care m-a v\u0103zut trec\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

prin cele mai ur\u00e2te co\u0219maruri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pat de piatr\u0103,<\/p>\n

pat cu pene,<\/p>\n

pat \u00een care, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it,<\/p>\n

am pus lucrurile cap la cap.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Patul, camera mea \u00eentunecat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i lumina mea \u2013<\/p>\n

a\u0219a te for\u021b\u0103m,<\/p>\n

a\u0219a te p\u0103c\u0103lim.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

19<\/p>\n

Pentru prima oar\u0103<\/p>\n

stau deoparte<\/p>\n

\u0219i \u00eel apreciez pe b\u0103rbat \u2013<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iubit\u0103 muz\u0103<\/p>\n

dup\u0103 iubit\u0103 muz\u0103,<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i cea mai bl\u00e2nd\u0103 dintre noi<\/p>\n

un fel de matador,<\/p>\n

iar el un taur<\/p>\n

care te \u00een\u0219fac\u0103,<\/p>\n

dans\u00e2nd pentru noi \u2013<\/p>\n

S\u00e2ngele nostru momeal\u0103,<\/p>\n

o \u021boal\u0103 ro\u0219ie incon\u0219tient\u0103,<\/p>\n

motiv de tachinare \u2013<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Str\u0103punse, zonele noastre intime<\/p>\n

r\u0103sar peste tot,<\/p>\n

s\u00e2nii apar din tavan,<\/p>\n

\u0219oldurile cresc \u00een aer,<\/p>\n

capetele, \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een les\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een lesa p\u0103r\u021bilor noastre intime<\/p>\n

venerate cu migal\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Acum, dac\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentreba\u021bi despre el,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 surprinde claritatea vocii mele \u2013<\/p>\n

\u201eArta lui Picasso e arta lui Picasso.<\/p>\n

Ca Dora Maar nu-i niciuna.\u201c<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(egoRainbow) traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi Grace Nichols este cea mai cunoscut\u0103 poet\u0103 contemporan\u0103 britanic\u0103 originar\u0103 din Caraibe. S-a n\u0103scut \u00eentr-un sat din Guyana \u00een anul 1950. \u00cenainte de a emigra \u00een Marea Britanie, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu so\u021bul s\u0103u, poetul John Agard, a lucrat ca profesoar\u0103 \u0219i jurnalist\u0103 \u00een \u021bara natal\u0103. Versurile sale evoc\u0103 ritmuri, teme […]<\/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":[1420,952,13],"tags":[1421,1162,1074,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-13004","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-63","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-63","tag-egorainbow","tag-grace-nichols","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3nK","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13004","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=13004"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13004\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13005,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13004\/revisions\/13005"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13004"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13004"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13004"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}