{"id":13261,"date":"2020-12-14T07:27:08","date_gmt":"2020-12-14T05:27:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13261"},"modified":"2020-12-13T20:28:35","modified_gmt":"2020-12-13T18:28:35","slug":"poeme-de-shivanee-ramlochan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13261","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Shivanee Ramlochan"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

Shivanee Ramlochan este o poet\u0103, jurnalist\u0103 \u0219i bloggeri\u021b\u0103 din Trinidad. A publicat recenzii pentru Caribbean Beat Magazine, Festivalul de Literatur\u0103 NGC Bocas \u0219i Paper Based Bookshop, cea mai veche libr\u0103rie independent\u0103 din insulele Trinidad Tobago. Este editoare adjunct\u0103 la Caribbean Review of Books<\/em>. Volumul ei de debut, Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting<\/em> (Peepal Tree Press, 2017), care a primit numeroase recenzii pentru modul elocvent \u00een care negociaz\u0103 aspecte legate de gen, prezint\u0103 o lume situat\u0103 \u00eentre obi\u0219nuit \u0219i fantastic, cu personaje feminine de o for\u021b\u0103 transformatoare.<\/p>\n

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Virgina vorbe\u0219te despre ce a \u00eendurat<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nu face lampa mai mic\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Au p\u00e2rjolit mangrovele zile \u00een \u0219ir. C\u00e2nd p\u0103durea noastr\u0103 \u0219i-a dezgolit umerii \u00een fa\u021ba femeilor \u0219i a copiilor \u00eenfometa\u021bi, s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni \u00eentregi nu am m\u00e2ncat dec\u00e2t copaci.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen prima s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, plantele ag\u0103\u021b\u0103toare, l\u0103starii, frunzele ne-au ajutat s\u0103 g\u0103tim sup\u0103. \u00cen a doua s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, ne-am \u00eendesat r\u0103d\u0103cini prin g\u0103urile dintre din\u021bi.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen a treia s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, surorii mele i-a c\u0103zut p\u0103rul de pe cre\u0219tetul vine\u021biu. \u00cen a patra s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, sora mea a prins un rac albastru \u0219i l-a ros p\u00e2n\u0103 racul a murit, f\u0103r\u0103 alt\u0103 for\u021b\u0103 dec\u00e2t focul din vintre.<\/p>\n

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P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een a cincea s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 nu mai r\u0103m\u0103sese nimic din scoar\u021ba r\u0103nit\u0103 a copacilor, a\u0219a c\u0103 am \u00eenceput s\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u0103m cuvinte.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen a \u0219asea s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, am avut un vis cu un ocelot care mi-a adus numele t\u0103u \u00een c\u0103u\u0219ul limbii lui de felin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Despre a \u0219aptea s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 nu prea am ce s\u0103 spun fiindc\u0103 nu a mai fost, iar la \u00eenceputul celei de-a opta<\/p>\n

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tu \u0219i batalionul t\u0103u v-a\u021bi \u00eentors.<\/p>\n

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Mi-ai povestit c\u0103 ai v\u0103zut cu ochii t\u0103i cum r\u0103zboiul a ruinat catedralele de bambus \u0219i st\u00e2nc\u0103. Acum exist\u0103 c\u00e2mpii \u00eentinse, f\u0103r\u0103 vegeta\u021bie, acolo unde str\u0103lucea \u00eenainte Strada Mare. Statuile b\u0103rba\u021bilor care ne d\u0103deau engleza cu lingura au devenit materie prim\u0103 pentru h\u00e2rtia pergament.<\/p>\n

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Nu mai sunt mireasa ta. Am m\u00e2ncat limbajul pentru c\u0103snicie, pentru sf\u00e2nta \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219anie, pentru c\u0103s\u0103toria legal\u0103. Am hr\u0103nit-o pe sora mea cu rochia ivorie, ca s\u0103-i poat\u0103 \u021bine de cald. Am pus nasturii cu perl\u0103 unde odinioar\u0103 \u00eei str\u0103luceau ochii.<\/p>\n

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Nu face lampa mai mic\u0103. Uit\u0103-te la mine. Eu sunt pre\u021bul revolu\u021biei. Am cru\u021bat cuvintele conflictuale, pentru seara aceasta. Nu am mai m\u00e2ncat nici triumful, nici victoria \u0219i nici virginitatea.<\/p>\n

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\u00cenfometat\u0103, nu mi-am mai \u00eenghi\u021bit cuvintele care conteaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Prive\u0219te aici cum drumul din pergament al str\u0103bunilor \u00eenfr\u00e2n\u021bi \u00eemi \u00eenvele\u0219te p\u00e2ntecul. Artileristul meu, ochii ne sunt acum singurele oglinzi.<\/p>\n

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Chirurgul meu. Soldatul meu.<\/p>\n

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S\u00e2nii mei mici \u0219i goi sunt la fel de lini\u0219ti\u021bi ca doi porumbei bruni \u0219i t\u0103cu\u021bi. Arat\u0103-mi pentru ce am a\u0219teptat.<\/p>\n

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Vino, f\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 c\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

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Declara\u021bia de iubire a fiicei unei avortoare<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Iat\u0103 biserica. Acestea sunt u\u0219ile care se deschid spre mare.<\/p>\n

Bunica mea a \u00eengenuncheat odat\u0103 aici, cople\u0219it\u0103, oaspete de seam\u0103 la o ceremonie de exorcizare.<\/p>\n

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Nu-i deloc a\u0219a cum se arat\u0103 prin filme,<\/p>\n

mi-a spus \u0219i am crezut-o.<\/p>\n

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M-au insultat de multe ori pe aceste coridoare,<\/p>\n

mi-a spus \u0219i am crezut-o.<\/p>\n

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Aici este problema acestei ocupa\u021bii, mi-a spus.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd b\u0103rba\u021bii urmeaz\u0103 cariere \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103toare, noi \u00eei respect\u0103m ca mutele \u0219i le oferim g\u00e2tul feciorelnic, \u00eenro\u0219it de emo\u021bie.<\/p>\n

Femeile care poart\u0103 acelea\u0219i m\u0103nu\u0219i, care \u00ee\u0219i pun acelea\u0219i agrafe de p\u0103r printre rug\u0103ciunile dintre din\u021bi,<\/p>\n

sunt \u00eenv\u0103\u021bate s\u0103 nu cear\u0103 nimic altceva dec\u00e2t un teren de suferin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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De ce un teren?<\/p>\n

Pe o femeie s\u0103 nu o faci s\u0103 sufere mai mult dec\u00e2t poate duce.<\/p>\n

Din materialul acesta, din p\u0103m\u00e2ntul acesta tenace, ea va scoate mai mult dec\u00e2t \u00ee\u0219i pot b\u0103rba\u021bii \u00eenchipui.<\/p>\n

Se va lupta s\u0103 smulg\u0103 din noroi \u021bipetele pruncilor de smoal\u0103, iar acei copii vor porni \u00een sus \u00eempiedic\u00e2ndu-se, o vor t\u0103ia pe coloana vertebral\u0103 a b\u0103rba\u021bilor care \u0219i-au jignit mamele.<\/p>\n

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D\u0103-i unei femei un teren de umilin\u021b\u0103, un h\u00e2rle\u021b de pic\u0103, un crucifix \u0219i o cutie cu agrafe. \u0218i nu-i l\u0103sa nimic de crescut.<\/p>\n

Timp de un an, se va urca pe gardurile terenului, va urla, colind\u00e2nd v\u0103zduhul pentru a g\u0103si o cale de a uita ce sex are.<\/p>\n

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D\u0103-i teren destul ca s\u0103 aib\u0103 unde s\u0103 se sp\u00e2nzure.<\/p>\n

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Iat\u0103 biserica. Este aproape de terenul pe care ni l-au dat. Vino s\u0103 vezi terenul bunicii mele \u0219i al mamei ei, dar \u0219i al celorlalte femei. Vino s\u0103 te plimbi pe marginile terenului mamei mele, unde nu cresc arbori.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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