{"id":13791,"date":"2021-09-06T07:41:47","date_gmt":"2021-09-06T05:41:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13791"},"modified":"2021-09-05T21:44:18","modified_gmt":"2021-09-05T19:44:18","slug":"poeme-de-jean-binta-breeze-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13791","title":{"rendered":"poeme de Jean Binta Breeze"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

Jean Binta Breeze (1956-2021) este o scriitoare, dramaturg\u0103 \u0219i actri\u021b\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00eentr-un sat din Jamaica, prima femeie care a scris \u0219i pus \u00een scen\u0103 poezie pe ritm de reggae (dub poetry). \u00cen 1986, a fost invitat\u0103 s\u0103 sus\u021bin\u0103 spectacole \u0219i lecturi publice \u00een Londra. De atunci a desf\u0103\u0219urat mai multe turnee prin Europa, America de Nord, Asia, Africa \u0219i, bine\u00een\u021beles, Caraibe. A publicat mai multe volume de poezie \u0219i \u00eenregistr\u0103ri audio, \u00een care experimenteaz\u0103 variate tipuri de discurs, pe care le \u00eembin\u0103 ori le suprapune \u00eentr-o simultaneitate specific\u0103 mediului cultural hibrid caraib. Temele sale se concentreaz\u0103 pe dimensiuni psihologice referitoare la experien\u021ba femeilor de culoare, exprimate mai ales prin monologuri dramatice. Poeziile de mai jos fac parte din volumul The Arrival of Brighteye<\/em> (2000).<\/p>\n

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

\u00cen rol de Mesia<\/strong><\/p>\n

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ora 3 dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i la repeti\u021bii se \u00eencinge atmosfera<\/p>\n

suntem \u00een sala de teatru<\/p>\n

\u00een casa Domnului<\/p>\n

exers\u0103m intr\u0103rile \u00een scen\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i nici ie\u0219irile nu ne ies din prima<\/p>\n

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am rol de Dumnezeu<\/p>\n

nu pot s\u0103 fac apel la cine \u0219tie ce experien\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

sau personaj impresionant<\/p>\n

puterea lui m\u0103 dep\u0103\u0219e\u0219te<\/p>\n

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Dumnezeu are nevoie de un loc s\u0103 doarm\u0103<\/p>\n

un rucsac ghemuit \u00eentr-un col\u021b<\/p>\n

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Dumnezeu are nevoie s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce<\/p>\n

\u0219i doar Burger King e deschis<\/p>\n

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dar cel mai mult<\/p>\n

Dumnezeu are nevoie de o \u021bigar\u0103<\/p>\n

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tunete \u0219i fulgere<\/p>\n

r\u0103zbat dinspre cor<\/p>\n

litania lui Shango e \u00een toi<\/p>\n

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visez<\/p>\n

o furtun\u0103 tropical\u0103 cu tunete<\/p>\n

ceva care s\u0103 sparg\u0103 norii<\/p>\n

s\u0103 aduc\u0103 haos<\/p>\n

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Dumnezeul pe care \u00eel joc e prea cump\u0103tat<\/p>\n

vorbe\u0219te pe un ton a\u0219a de calm<\/p>\n

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\u00een spatele scenei e prea mult\u0103 lume<\/p>\n

Dumnezeu nu are loc s\u0103-\u0219i trag\u0103 sufletul<\/p>\n

replica \u00eent\u00e2rzie<\/p>\n

regizorul vrea s\u0103 vad\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103<\/p>\n

prima secven\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i Dumnezeu a\u0219teapt\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd strig\u0103 regizorii<\/p>\n

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corul se b\u00e2lb\u00e2ie<\/p>\n

\u00eencepe din nou<\/p>\n

vreau s\u0103 ridic acoperi\u0219ul<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 ne ating\u0103 ploaia<\/p>\n

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afar\u0103<\/p>\n

apare zeul Shango<\/p>\n

invocat de marea preoteas\u0103<\/p>\n

de pe scen\u0103<\/p>\n

fulger\u0103 \u00een Leeds<\/p>\n

tun\u0103 \u00een Yorkshire<\/p>\n

iar Shango egaleaz\u0103 scorul<\/p>\n

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Dumnezeul meu sur\u00e2de<\/p>\n

\u00een fa\u021ba lui Shango<\/p>\n

fiindc\u0103 tot din el vin \u0219i eu<\/p>\n

eu sunt ploaia<\/p>\n

\u0219i eu pl\u00e2ng pe la 3pm \u00een fiecare zi<\/p>\n

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lacrimi mari n\u0103valnice<\/p>\n

de aleluia<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

Credin\u021b<\/strong>\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u0219i dac\u0103 nu o b\u00e2ntuie nimic niciodat\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u0219i dac\u0103 umbl\u0103<\/p>\n

cu r\u0103d\u0103cinile dezgropate<\/p>\n

\u00een jurul lumii<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu o tulbur\u0103 g\u00e2nduri ad\u00e2nci?<\/p>\n

\u0219i dac\u0103 alege<\/p>\n

un p\u00e2r\u00e2u sub\u021bire<\/p>\n

care curge peste st\u00e2nci<\/p>\n

un \u0219ipot simplu copil\u0103ros<\/p>\n

care nu ajunge \u00een p\u0103tu\u021bul mor\u021bii?<\/p>\n

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ve\u021bi spune oare atunci<\/p>\n

nu e serioas\u0103<\/p>\n

nu g\u0103se\u0219ti nimic<\/p>\n

\u00een versurile ei<\/p>\n

ancora ei nu te prinde<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu va construi poduri<\/p>\n

peste marile r\u00e2pe?<\/p>\n

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va deveni ranchiuna nostalgie<\/p>\n

\u0219i sentimentele<\/p>\n

un \u0219ir de rime e\u0219uate?<\/p>\n

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\u0219i dac\u0103 ale lunii faze<\/p>\n

pentru ea nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 flux \u0219i reflux<\/p>\n

\u0219i cu timpul nimic nu se lunge\u0219te<\/p>\n

mai mult dec\u00e2t e cazul?<\/p>\n

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\u0219i dac\u0103 nu o b\u00e2ntuie nimic niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i st\u0103 c\u0103lare<\/p>\n

pe por\u021bile raiului<\/p>\n

leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-\u0219i picioarele goale<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u0103lzindu-se la fl\u0103c\u0103rile iadului<\/p>\n

\u0219i r\u0103corindu-se cu soarta?<\/p>\n

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Pauz\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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la restaurant<\/p>\n

ai comandat<\/p>\n

o cafea<\/p>\n

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neagr\u0103<\/p>\n

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iar eu una alb\u0103<\/p>\n

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chelnerul a r\u00e2s<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u00e2ntat<\/p>\n

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\u0219i s-a uitat dup\u0103<\/p>\n

zah\u0103rul brun<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

(egoRainbow) traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi Jean Binta Breeze (1956-2021) este o scriitoare, dramaturg\u0103 \u0219i actri\u021b\u0103 n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00eentr-un sat din Jamaica, prima femeie care a scris \u0219i pus \u00een scen\u0103 poezie pe ritm de reggae (dub poetry). \u00cen 1986, a fost invitat\u0103 s\u0103 sus\u021bin\u0103 spectacole \u0219i lecturi publice \u00een Londra. De atunci a desf\u0103\u0219urat mai […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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":[1514,952,13],"tags":[1515,1162,1228,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-13791","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-68","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-68","tag-egorainbow","tag-jean-binta-breeze","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3Ar","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13791","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13791"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13791\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13792,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13791\/revisions\/13792"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13791"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13791"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13791"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}