{"id":14052,"date":"2022-03-02T07:59:53","date_gmt":"2022-03-02T05:59:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14052"},"modified":"2022-03-13T10:05:42","modified_gmt":"2022-03-13T08:05:42","slug":"interviu-cu-un-vampir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14052","title":{"rendered":"\u00abinterviu cu un vampir\u00bb"},"content":{"rendered":"

apocrife<\/span><\/p>\n

[interviu cu & poeme de ema dumitru]<\/strong><\/p>\n

interviu & prezentare de Marius Iulian Stancu<\/p>\n

(s\u0103) ne \u00eentoarcem dinspre discursul modern (scientia sexualis<\/em>, vezi foucault<\/em>) \u00eenspre dialogul socratic (\u00een care sensul se face la modul erotic). altfel nu se poate avansa decisiv, saltul credin\u021bei cerut de adev\u0103rul sublim, deci terifiant, r\u0103m\u00e2ne imposibil. pe c\u0103rarea aceasta (care nu duce nic\u0103ieri, cum ar spune magistrul heidegger<\/em>) voi fi \u00eenso\u021bit \u00een cele ce urmeaz\u0103 de ema dumitru<\/strong> (care se descrie pe sine drept \u00abart girlfriend\u00bb, ori ca \u00ab born in eastern europe, currently based in france, living the little dark age\u00bb; aproape totul aici – emadumitru.medium.com<\/em><\/a>). despre ce (\u00eemi place s\u0103) cred c\u0103 scrie ema dumitru<\/strong>: despre cel\u0103lalt<\/em>; poezia unui tu<\/em> imaginar, asociat cu nebunia<\/em> eului care-l \u021bine pe \u00abcel\u0103lalt\u00bb captiv, cu care sunt stabilite raporturi (auto)erotice, fiind \u00een permanen\u021b\u0103 invocat; poezia cuiva care iube\u0219te f\u0103r\u0103 a fi \u00eendr\u0103gostit (vorba lui roland barthes<\/em>). \u00eempotriva realismului carnal (ca adev\u0103rata iluzie). paradoxal, \u00abcel\u0103lalt\u00bb – vocea, nu \u00eempline\u0219te nimic, ci marcheaz\u0103 doar fantomaticul, singur\u0103tatea ce ne va supravie\u021bui, care prin intermediul manifest\u0103rii poetice las\u0103 \u00aburme\u00bb. eterna poveste a \u00abunului\u00bb \u0219i a \u00abmultiplului\u00bb, \u00een cadru poetic, deci schizoid. \u00een sp\u0103rtura dintre sine \u0219i memorie, acolo sunt(em).<\/p>\n

spune-mi c\u00e2te ceva despre \u0219ederea ta \u00een fran\u021ba<\/em> – studii, job, pl\u0103cere?<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 ce am prins doi ani (and still going) de restric\u021bii aici, parc\u0103 a\u0219 asocia fran\u021ba<\/em> cu suferin\u021ba, nu pl\u0103cerea. nope, sunt nedreapt\u0103, am suferit, dar mi-a \u0219i pl\u0103cut. \u00eenainte de asta am lucrat vreo 7 ani ca freelancer, am \u00eencercat de 2 ori joburi 9 to 5, mi-am dat demisia a doua zi la ambele. \u00eens\u0103 am avut dintotdeauna o convingere care e absolut t\u00e2mpit\u0103: o s\u0103 apar\u0103 oportunitatea, aranjamentul perfect pentru mine fix la \u021banc. asta m\u0103 face s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc acum f\u0103r\u0103 nicio grij\u0103 pe lume, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 stresez c\u0103 se scurge nisipul din clepsidr\u0103 \u0219i nu voi \u0219ti \u00eencotro s-o apuc. delusionaaaal.<\/p>\n

\u00eemi place starea aia de \u00eenceput, \u00een care nu \u0219tii exact ce faci, mai mult \u021bi se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 chestii. uneori lucrurile merg smooth, alteori toleran\u021ba mea la frustrare ar mai merge ridicat\u0103. ieri \u00eens\u0103 am avut o idee super mi\u0219to c\u00e2nd eram cu cu\u021bitul \u00eenfipt \u00eentr-o p\u00e2nz\u0103.<\/p>\n

se poate tr\u0103i doar cu arta \u00een sens erotic, pentru care subiectul s\u0103 nu constituie dec\u00e2t obiectul unei instala\u021bii artistice existen\u021biale totale? cum \u00ee\u021bi place s\u0103 te prive\u0219ti: artist, muz\u0103?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eencep cu ultima. am dat o c\u0103utare pe google, e cam greu de tradus –\u00a0 https:\/\/www.flaneurlife.com\/flaneur-meaning\/<\/a>. or as i joke with my friends: lazy, but pretentious. cum era aia? dragostea dureaz\u0103 trei ani. eu sunt \u00een al treilea, cred c\u0103 \u00eemi ajunge \u0219i pentru al patrulea. mi-am dorit mult \u00een 2019 s\u0103 fac asta pentru mine \u0219i s\u0103 nu negociez mereu timp ca s\u0103 fac una, alta. am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc diminea\u021ba ca s\u0103 scriu poeme sau s\u0103 plec s\u0103 fotografiez, s\u0103 citesc sau pur \u0219i simplu s\u0103 stau \u0219i s\u0103 privesc. a\u0219a c\u0103 mi-am terminat masterul la drept, am pus pauz\u0103 \u0219i am venit aici pentru patru ani. a very, very long sabatical. and, ofc, that raises the questions. what pays for the lifestyle? well, savings and investments, mostly. poezia \u00eemi pl\u0103te\u0219te vinul.<\/p>\n

e\u0219ti un vampir ema?<\/strong><\/p>\n

ema<\/em>, vampirul care tr\u0103ie\u0219te la strasbourg…<\/em> yeah, sounds about right.<\/p>\n

de ce englez\u0103 \u0219i nu rom\u00e2n\u0103, francez\u0103 sau greac\u0103?<\/strong><\/p>\n

uite, habar nu am. c\u00e2nd eram \u00een rom\u00e2nia<\/em>, n-am scris niciodat\u0103 \u00een englez\u0103. de c\u00e2nd sunt aici, n-am mai putut scrie o propozi\u021bie \u00een rom\u00e2n\u0103 care s\u0103 \u00eemi plac\u0103. franceza e asul din m\u00e2nec\u0103 la boulangerie, iar greaca \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie .<\/p>\n

care sunt scriitorii care \u00ee\u021bi sunt cei mai pl\u0103cu\u021bi? cine e\u0219ti atunci c\u00e2nd scrii, c\u00e2nd fotografiezi \u0219i te fotografiezi?<\/strong><\/p>\n

angela marinescu, nora iuga, geo bogza, aglaja veteranyi, sylvia plath, edouard leve, fernando pessoa, octavio paz, thomas ligotti, patrick modiano, alessandro baricco, barthes, bukowski. de pe raftul meu de unde te po\u021bi servi cu o carte. cine sunt… i got something for this.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

despre ce\/ cine scrii \u0219i mai ales de ce?<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 r\u0103spund la \u00eentrebarea despre ce sau cine scriu, cred c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 explic scurt procesul. fiecare poem porne\u0219te de la un cadru, \u0219i de cele mai multe ori fotografiile mele sunt de fapt screenshoturi ale unor \u00eenregistr\u0103ri (\u00een special autoportretele). dup\u0103 ce am selectat c\u00e2teva, urmeaz\u0103 fixa\u021bia pe ceva anume din fotografie, preferin\u021ba (sau fascina\u021bia, a\u0219 zice mai degrab\u0103) e cu ochii. i’m looking for something, someone to be revealed to me. poate c\u0103 marea tem\u0103 e asta – \u00a0incon\u0219tientul, lucrurile pe care mintea le ascunde de mine. a\u0219adar, scriu \u0219i fotografiez ca s\u0103 trag cu ochiul la cealalt\u0103. damn, am scris at\u00e2t c\u00e2nd puteam s\u0103 spun din start c\u0103 sunt voyeurist\u0103.<\/p>\n

e\u0219ti o persoan\u0103 care te define\u0219ti muzical \u0219i vizual?<\/strong><\/p>\n

da, acum am intrat iar \u00eentr-o perioad\u0103 \u00een care m\u0103 obsedeaz\u0103 imaginile; a\u015fa c\u0103 m-am re\u00eentors la artele vizuale. nu mai \u015ftiu cine zicea \u00abeu nu am pasiuni, am obsesii.\u00bb odat\u0103 am fost la premiera unei piese de teatru \u0219i at\u00e2t de tare m-a obsedat zilele urm\u0103toare \u00eenc\u00e2t le-am scris celor de la teatru dac\u0103 pot s\u0103 \u00eemi trimit\u0103 scenariul. \u00een cele din urm\u0103 m-au primit la ei \u00een birou, l-au printat pentru mine, mi-au desemnat un fotoliu \u0219i m-au l\u0103sat s\u0103-l citesc. m\u0103car am plecat cu link-ul playlistului folosit \u00een pies\u0103. \u00eenc\u0103 m\u0103 obsedeaz\u0103 pu\u021bin \u0219i au trecut…4 ani.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Nothing to talk about<\/strong><\/p>\n

If there is no victim, and no torturer<\/p>\n

Why are they killing me?<\/p>\n

The wind, the movement,<\/p>\n

This blue noon, interminable<\/p>\n

Between silence and music<\/p>\n

I become invisible, clearer, another river.<\/p>\n

I have nothing to say, besides the unsayable.<\/p>\n

I fail, I return, I dream<\/p>\n

I learn how to call the other, the one I lost<\/p>\n

without saying a word.<\/p>\n

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

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

Tonight I Have No Words for You<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonight I have no words for you.<\/p>\n

A voice in the night<\/p>\n

breaking free of itself.<\/p>\n

You, my antagonist<\/p>\n

deal death and every fiber<\/p>\n

of darkness.<\/p>\n

All your loneliness,<\/p>\n

triumphant and blue<\/p>\n

will survive you.<\/p>\n

Blue eyed fever of morning.<\/p>\n

Through clarity,<\/p>\n

I bury you.<\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

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

Full Virgo Moon<\/strong><\/p>\n

What story is wasting under your body?<\/p>\n

What realm do you enter<\/p>\n

as you sit on that chair<\/p>\n

over your ashes?<\/p>\n

You speak to me with your eyes<\/p>\n

Eyes that open a crack in my sleep.<\/p>\n

Dressed in a riddle.<\/p>\n

You don\u2019t contain any answers.<\/p>\n

No such thing as a guiding hand<\/p>\n

Only one that wipes off your traces.<\/p>\n

How long before you return to me?<\/p>\n

Your shadow always leaves me<\/p>\n

before you do.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

No Attachments<\/strong><\/p>\n

Now little words insinuate,<\/p>\n

acquire the air.<\/p>\n

Nobody dies or is born.<\/p>\n

They are not quiet<\/p>\n

in their cages,<\/p>\n

red carnivorous mouths.<\/p>\n

Demand no attachments.<\/p>\n

If I\u2019m alive, I\u2019m ready to split.<\/p>\n

I am Many. Not counting the shadows.<\/p>\n

I hang myself on their hooks.<\/p>\n

They simplify me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Resurrection<\/strong><\/p>\n

These are not my roots<\/p>\n

These are the roots of my memory<\/p>\n

Why can\u2019t I feel my mind<\/p>\n

if it\u2019s nailed to my head?<\/p>\n

If the world is real<\/p>\n

If it\u2019s not a germination of nightmares<\/p>\n

What does it want?<\/p>\n

How are you real<\/p>\n

if you contain nothing<\/p>\n

but shadows?<\/p>\n

An anonymous heartbeat<\/p>\n

in the rhythm of the architecture<\/p>\n

Your face is a resurrection<\/p>\n

of another face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Free Spirit Caught on Film<\/strong><\/p>\n

Entering a dark without windows<\/p>\n

The house, a dreaming skull<\/p>\n

The walls wrecked<\/p>\n

They briefly engrave my memory<\/p>\n

Stairs frail as fossils<\/p>\n

I place one foot<\/p>\n

And they hold breath<\/p>\n

like the man preparing to shoot the arrow<\/p>\n

The white light is vicious<\/p>\n

It consumes me \u2014<\/p>\n

Yet my shape is intact<\/p>\n

Bodiless, laughter flies<\/p>\n

over the same mouths<\/p>\n

that tried to kill it<\/p>\n

The one long flash<\/p>\n

hugs with a claw at my neck<\/p>\n

The free spirit is caught on film.<\/p>\n

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