de \u0218tefan Bolea<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/strong>\u00cen afara presentimentului mor\u021bii, via\u021ba este goliciune, iluzie, minciun\u0103. Dac\u0103 instinctele nu te-au apropiat nicic\u00e2nd de moarte, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai tr\u0103it degeaba. Moartea nu poate fi g\u00e2ndit\u0103 \u0219i nici discutat\u0103 pentru c\u0103 ea este o fantom\u0103. Comunicarea \u2013 \u0219i exorcizarea ei \u2013 se face dincolo de limbaj; doar orbirea s\u00e2ngerat\u0103 a revela\u021biei ar putea exprima voin\u021ba de neant.<\/p>\n Byron discut\u0103 \u00een \u201eDarkness\u201d (poem scris la vila Diodati \u00een iulie 1816) necesitatea apocalipsei. De la primul vers (\u201eI had a dream which was not all a dream\u201d), se face sim\u021bit\u0103 atmosfera ambigu\u0103, care caracterizeaz\u0103 \u0219i alte crea\u021bii byroniene din vara lui 1816 (de exemplu, poemul \u201eA Dream\u201d, inspirat din insa\u021biabila sa pasiune pentru August\u0103, sora lui vitreg\u0103 \u0219i drama Manfred<\/em>, \u00een care eroul caut\u0103 disperat leacul uit\u0103rii). Romanticii aveau \u00eencredere \u00een visele lor, \u00een puterea viziunilor de a anticipa viitorul. Visul lui Byron, izvor\u00e2t deopotriv\u0103 din spaima \u0219i pofta lui de moarte, trebuie luat ca descriere unei realit\u0103\u021bi viitoare, care se hr\u0103ne\u0219te din incon\u0219tientul nostru umbros. Apocalipsa este cosmic\u0103, neagr\u0103, lipsit\u0103 de speran\u021b\u0103. Cine suport\u0103 temperatura apocalipsei, tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een starea de adiaphor\u00eda<\/em>, pierz\u00e2ndu-\u0219i interesul pentru via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n \n \u201eThe bright sun was extinguish\u2019d, and the stars<\/p>\n Did wander darkling in the eternal space,<\/p>\n Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth<\/p>\n Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air\u201d<\/p>\n \n \n Soarele a murit \u0219i stelele f\u0103r\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 orbit\u0103 b\u00e2ntuie \u00eennegrind vastitatea etern\u0103. \u201ePathless\u201d poate fi redat prin \u201elipsit de temei\u201d. Mesajul versurilor ar putea fi: apocalipsa este realitatea absolut\u0103, complet\u0103, ireductibil\u0103. Tocmai pentru c\u0103 este lipsit\u0103 de sens, ea este real\u0103. Via\u021ba, cu jum\u0103t\u0103\u021bile ei de m\u0103sur\u0103, cu reflexele ei inerte, cu mediocritatea alien\u0103rii sale, poate doar s\u0103 deghizeze \u0219i s\u0103 perverteasc\u0103 fundamentala lips\u0103 de sens. Apocalipsa este absolutul, neantul e divinitatea. Via\u021ba, lumea, omul \u2013 doar ni\u0219te fantome, iluzii, cadavre vii, lum\u00e2n\u0103ri zv\u00e2cnind. Via\u021ba ciople\u0219te idealuri direct din vid, se mul\u021bume\u0219te s\u0103-\u0219i astupe netemeinicia, mizeria, \u00eendoiala, suferin\u021bele \u0219i dezgustul cu un nume. Dar limbajul nu poate dec\u00e2t \u00eent\u0103ri vacuitatea sa. Via\u021ba este continuitatea minciunii, moartea \u2013 adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n Byron \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencheie reveria dionisiac\u0103 \u00eentr-un ritm stagnant, de largo, care subliniaz\u0103 cafardul, sc\u00e2rba, sinistrul:<\/p>\n \n \u201eThe waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,<\/p>\n The moon, their mistress, had expir\u2019d before;<\/p>\n The winds were wither\u2019d in the stagnant air,<\/p>\n And the clouds perish\u2019d; Darkness had no need<\/p>\n Of aid from them\u2014She was the Universe.\u201d<\/p>\n \n \n Valurile erau moarte, iar zbaterea lor a fost sigilat\u0103 \u00eentr-un sicriu; luna \u2013 sufocat\u0103, v\u00e2ntul ofilit \u00een aerul inert, norii \u2013 cadavre mistuite. Universul subjugat \u0219i posedat de \u00eentuneric. \u00centunericul viu singura revela\u021bie, adev\u0103ratul abis.<\/p>\n Tonul rece, egal, neutru arcuie\u0219te \u0219i delimiteaz\u0103 textul. Sentimentul extinc\u021biei totale e comentat cu o nep\u0103sare non\u0219alant\u0103. O disperare at\u00e2t de pur\u0103 trebuie s-o smulgi \u00een scris cu cea mai des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 mefien\u021b\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenstr\u0103inare fa\u021b\u0103 de tine. Nu ai dreptul s\u0103 pozezi \u00een victim\u0103, doar pentru c\u0103 ai fost distribuit \u00een postura martorului. Ceva despre stilul lui Byron ne deslu\u0219e\u0219te Nietzsche \u00een Dincolo de bine \u0219i de r\u0103u<\/em> (II, 26): \u201eunde se vorbe\u0219te \u00abde r\u0103u\u00bb despre om \u2013 chiar dac\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 \u00abinten\u021bii rele\u00bb \u2013, acolo cel dornic de cunoa\u0219tere trebuie s\u0103 asculte atent, plin de s\u00e2rg \u0219i s\u0103 ciuleasc\u0103 urechile ori de c\u00e2te ori se vorbe\u0219te f\u0103r\u0103 indignare\u201d (tr. Radu Gabriel P\u00e2rvu). Oamenii care se distan\u021beaz\u0103 de ei \u00een\u0219i\u0219i au cele mai multe \u0219anse s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103, odat\u0103 ce au trecut bariera con\u0219tiin\u021bei p\u00e2n\u0103 la dezgust. Byron este o fiin\u021b\u0103 etalon (ca Goethe, Schopenhauer sau Buddha), el poate fi citit pentru obiectivitatea sa. Byron depune m\u0103rturie pentru co\u0219marurile noastre f\u0103r\u0103 a se implica \u00een demonismul lor.<\/p>\n Apocalipsa e o stare interioar\u0103: \u201cAll earth was but one thought \u2013 and that was death\u201d.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de \u0218tefan Bolea \u00a0\u00cen afara presentimentului mor\u021bii, via\u021ba este goliciune, iluzie, minciun\u0103. Dac\u0103 instinctele nu te-au apropiat nicic\u00e2nd de moarte, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai tr\u0103it degeaba. Moartea nu poate fi g\u00e2ndit\u0103 \u0219i nici discutat\u0103 pentru c\u0103 ea este o fantom\u0103. Comunicarea \u2013 \u0219i exorcizarea ei \u2013 se face dincolo de limbaj; doar orbirea s\u00e2ngerat\u0103 a revela\u021biei […]<\/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":[1730,27],"tags":[1728,1117,1735,39],"class_list":["post-15478","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-83","category-filosofie","tag-egophobia-83","tag-filosofie","tag-lord-byron","tag-stefan-bolea"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-41E","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15478","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=15478"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15478\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15479,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15478\/revisions\/15479"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15478"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15478"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15478"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}