{"id":14507,"date":"2022-12-11T23:20:29","date_gmt":"2022-12-11T21:20:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14507"},"modified":"2022-12-11T23:20:29","modified_gmt":"2022-12-11T21:20:29","slug":"cest-tout","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=14507","title":{"rendered":"C’est tout"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Lecturi potrivite\/recomandate de Alexandra)<\/span><\/p>\n

de Ania Vilal<\/p>\n

\u201eAcesta nu este un poem. Sau s-ar putea, dar \u00een momentul urm\u0103tor. Deocamdat\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fez pe nisip. \u00cen fa\u0163\u0103, marea. Deasupra, un cub negru, perfect etan\u015f, plute\u015fte \u00een aer.\u201d Aici poate s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 se termine totul. Poate \u015fi aceast\u0103 enigm\u0103 dezv\u0103luit\u0103 pe un perete de laborator. Sunt \u00eentr-un timp \u00een care amintirile se proiecteaz\u0103 pe suprafe\u0163e mari, albe, pentru a le colora. Nimic nu le mai poate \u00eenmagazina \u00eentr-un corp care se destram\u0103 sub soare \u015fi pute. Cur\u0103\u0163enia la toate nivelurile este o obsesie dorit\u0103, semn al inteligen\u0163ei. Include \u015fi o t\u0103cere necesar\u0103, sensibil\u0103 la sunete ascu\u0163ite. \u00cen diapozitivul acesta, dac\u0103 te ui\u0163i, o femeie url\u0103. Dac\u0103 nu te ui\u0163i, tot url\u0103, dar nu po\u0163i \u015fti sigur, poate a\u015fa r\u00e2de c\u00e2nd moare. Asta e mo\u015ftenirea mea: o moarte stranie, pe care a\u015f vrea s\u0103 o elucidez, de\u015fi am at\u00e2tea spa\u0163ii goale \u00een cap \u015fi \u00een inim\u0103. Pe versoul cutiei cu diapozitive sunt ni\u015fte informa\u0163ii care m\u0103 leag\u0103 obiectiv de aceast\u0103 femeie frumoas\u0103 \u015fi fragil\u0103 (\u00eei v\u0103d clar buzele cum articuleaz\u0103 mut ni\u015fte cuvinte teribile pe care le-ar fi spus Marguerite Duras: \u201eJe ne supporte pas mon devenir.\u201d). Pe care trebuie s\u0103 o colorez. Gura ei deschis\u0103 \u00eemi treze\u015fte o senza\u0163ie de grea\u0163\u0103, recognoscibil\u0103. Deschid mecanic frigiderul s\u0103 iau o felie de l\u0103m\u00e2ie, dar nu am. \u015ei aceast\u0103 lips\u0103 abia m\u0103 agit\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat. Dac\u0103 a\u015f urla cu adev\u0103rat, asta ar atrage Poli\u0163ia Inutil\u0103. A\u015f face cuno\u015ftin\u0163\u0103 cu podeaua plin\u0103 de microbi, or \u00eemi sunt de ajuns cei din aerul care m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103. M\u0103 reped spre o pern\u0103 pentru a elibera Lipsa din mine. \u015ei revin la Linie. Diapozitivul cu marea \u00een prim plan lumineaz\u0103 camera. Dac\u0103 m\u0103 uit mai lung la el, valurile \u00eencep s\u0103 se mi\u015fte bl\u00e2nd spre mine. Pare acela\u015fi nisip din amintirile mele. To\u0163i recomand\u0103 soarele \u015fi marea ca s\u0103 te vindeci de orice asperitate a vie\u0163ii (bolile nu exist\u0103, sunt doar co\u015fmaruri).<\/p>\n

… Sunt acum pe o Linie dreapt\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 mi\u015fc\u0103ri sinuoase. Pot s\u0103 m\u0103 cuib\u0103resc \u00een acest moment, \u00een toat\u0103 plin\u0103tatea corpului meu. Relaxarea este un dar at\u00e2t de rar la sf\u00e2r\u015fitul a toate. Dac\u0103 m\u0103-ntind aici u\u015for, nu cred c\u0103 va interesa pe nimeni. M\u0103 las \u00een aceast\u0103 moliciune a momentului ca-ntr-un cocon de m\u0103tase. M\u0103 afund \u015fi m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc lini\u015ftit\u0103 c\u0103 a\u015fa este Moartea Perfect\u0103, unisex (de fapt T\u00c2NJESC dup\u0103 o moarte normal\u0103, cu litere mici, s\u0103 dispar\u0103 toate p\u0103r\u0163ile din mine, s\u0103 nu mai pot fi reprodus\u0103 vreodat\u0103). Treptat umbra urc\u0103 de la picioare spre cap, unde auzul mai ciule\u015fte urechile pu\u0163in spre via\u0163\u0103. Nu m\u0103 descurc cu fragilitatea asta \u00eentr- un mod demn, m\u0103 s\u00e2c\u00e2ie, m\u0103 s\u00e2c\u00e2ie teribil aceast\u0103 t\u0103cere impus\u0103 femeii din mine. C\u00e2nd tumultul cre\u015fte aproape de explozie, un b\u0103rbat transparent se lipe\u015fte de mine, m\u0103 strive\u015fte \u015fi \u00eemi reaminte\u015fte defini\u0163ia obedien\u0163ei. Aud de la cea mai mare dep\u0103rtare cuvintele cele mai \u00eengrozitoare din via\u0163a mea. Corpul meu se stafide\u015fte \u015fi se mic\u015foreaz\u0103 \u00eentr-o gur\u0103 ce elibereaz\u0103 \u0163ip\u0103tul distrug\u0103tor de lumi cubice.<\/p>\n

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Despre autoare:<\/p>\n

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Ania Vilal este un om care scrie \u015fi cite\u015fte constant. A publicat dou\u0103 volume de poezie: \u201ceu, mama tare \u0219i tu\u201d (Ed. Brumar, Timi\u0219oara, 2011), cu varianta \u00een limba francez\u0103 \u201dMoi, la m\u00e8re forte et toi\u201d (Edilivre Aparis, 2014), \u015fi \u201cInima dat\u0103 la maximum\u201d (Ed. Tracus Arte, Bucure\u015fti, 2013). A ap\u0103rut \u00een volumul \u201cCartea copil\u0103riilor\u201d, coordonat de Dan Lungu \u0219i Amelia Gheorghi\u021b\u0103, Ed. Polirom, 2016, \u015fi \u00een diverse antologii, precum \u201cCele mai frumoase poeme din 2011\u201d, coordonat\u0103 de Radu Vancu \u0219i Claudiu Komartin, \u015fi cea a Concursului Interna\u0163ional \u201c10 mots de la Francophonie\u201d, Paris, Fran\u0163a, 2005. \u00cen 2021, apare la Casa de Pariuri Literare microromanul \u201cZidul, apoi unica mare de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u201d. A publicat poezii, proz\u0103 scurt\u0103, haiku-uri \u0219i recenzii \u00een diverse reviste \u015fi bloguri. \u00cen rest, cre\u015fte cu visuri \u015fi t\u0103ceri multe.<\/p>\n

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(Lecturi potrivite\/recomandate de Alexandra) de Ania Vilal \u201eAcesta nu este un poem. Sau s-ar putea, dar \u00een momentul urm\u0103tor. Deocamdat\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fez pe nisip. \u00cen fa\u0163\u0103, marea. Deasupra, un cub negru, perfect etan\u015f, plute\u015fte \u00een aer.\u201d Aici poate s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 se termine totul. Poate \u015fi aceast\u0103 enigm\u0103 dezv\u0103luit\u0103 pe un perete de laborator. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1595,1279,15],"tags":[1216,1609,1596,1280,1115],"class_list":["post-14507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-74","category-lecturi-potrivite","category-proza","tag-alexandra-medaru","tag-ania-vilal","tag-egophobia-74","tag-lecturi-potrivite","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3LZ","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14507","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=14507"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14507\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14508,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14507\/revisions\/14508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}