traducere & prezentare de Bianca Namur<\/p>\n
Noor Hindi este o poet\u0103 \u0219i jurnalist\u0103 american\u0103 de origine palestinian\u0103. Scrie poezie angajat\u0103, care denun\u021b\u0103 colonialismul, rasismul \u0219i violen\u021ba, dar exploreaz\u0103 \u0219i intimitatea, umorul \u0219i rezilien\u021ba. Este autoarea volumului Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow<\/em> (2022) \u0219i coeditoare, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu George Abraham, a antologiei Heaven Looks Like Us: Palestinian Poetry<\/em> (2025). Public\u0103 frecvent \u00een reviste literare importante \u0219i pred\u0103 scriere creativ\u0103, sprijinind leg\u0103tura dintre art\u0103, comunitate \u0219i justi\u021bie social\u0103.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [\u0218tiri] De la fa\u021ba locului<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nu mai sunt poet\u0103\u2014<\/p>\n am intervievat prea mul\u021bi politicieni.<\/p>\n Nu-i intereseaz\u0103 dec\u00e2t fantomele.<\/p>\n \u0218tiri de ultim\u0103 or\u0103: la naiba<\/p>\n cu ru\u0219inea mea prosteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n Am \u00een agend\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lniri<\/p>\n numai pentru futut. Fac asta<\/p>\n \u00eentre 9 \u0219i 5. Alo, alo!<\/em><\/p>\n Sunt mai t\u0103cut\u0103 dec\u00e2t par.<\/p>\n Sunt un b\u0103rbat la costum.<\/p>\n Da\u021bi-mi, naibii, narghileaua.<\/p>\n Spune\u021bi-le magistra\u021bilor<\/p>\n c\u0103 m-am s\u0103turat s\u0103 relatez \u0219tiri.<\/p>\n Mi s-a luat s\u0103 repar fereastra asta.<\/p>\n Mi s-a luat s\u0103 v\u0103d c\u0103 numi\u021bi privitul<\/p>\n prin aceast\u0103 fereastr\u0103<\/p>\n un act de justi\u021bie social\u0103.<\/p>\n \u0218tire fals\u0103, asta e\u0219ti<\/em>, mi-a zis o alb\u0103 la protest.<\/p>\n Okay<\/em>, \u00eei zic. Nu mai z\u00e2mbesc.<\/p>\n M\u0103 descurc at\u00e2t de bine \u00eenc\u00e2t \u021bip<\/p>\n mai tare ca vulturii. Nu mai sunt<\/p>\n trist\u0103. \u00cemi bag<\/p>\n creierul \u00eentr-un blender<\/p>\n \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi \u00eentind o can\u0103.<\/p>\n Mama \u021bine un future<\/p>\n \u00eendreptat spre cer.<\/p>\n Aripi albe, str\u0103lucire haotic\u0103.<\/p>\n Cineva, v\u0103 rog, s\u0103 fac\u0103 o poz\u0103.<\/p>\n Mi s-au \u00eembibat pantofii de s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n La naiba cu lec\u021bia ta despre talent, ai mei mor<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Coloni\u0219tii scriu despre flori.<\/p>\n Eu \u00ee\u021bi spun despre copii care dau cu pietre \u00een tancuri israeliene<\/p>\n cu c\u00e2teva secunde \u00eenainte s\u0103 devin\u0103 margarete.<\/p>\n A\u0219 vrea s\u0103 fiu ca poe\u021bii aceia c\u0103rora le pas\u0103 de lun\u0103.<\/p>\n Palestinienii nu v\u0103d luna din celule \u0219i \u00eenchisori.<\/p>\n E at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103\u2014luna.<\/p>\n Sunt at\u00e2t de frumoase\u2014florile.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd sunt trist\u0103, culeg flori pentru tat\u0103l meu mort.<\/p>\n Toat\u0103 ziua se uit\u0103 la Al Jazeera.<\/p>\n Nu mai vreau s\u0103-mi trimit\u0103 Jessica mesaje gen Ramadan fericit.<\/p>\n \u0218tiu c\u0103-s american\u0103 fiindc\u0103, oriunde intru, ceva moare.<\/p>\n Doar poe\u021bii cred c\u0103 fantomelor le pas\u0103 de metaforele mor\u021bii.<\/p>\n C\u00e2nd voi muri, promit s\u0103 v\u0103 b\u00e2ntui tot timpul.<\/p>\n \u00centr-o zi voi scrie despre flori ca \u0219i cum ar fi ale noastre.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00cen care alba de la sus\u021binerea tezei m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 cum e s\u0103 fii martor<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n traducere & prezentare de Bianca Namur Noor Hindi este o poet\u0103 \u0219i jurnalist\u0103 american\u0103 de origine palestinian\u0103. Scrie poezie angajat\u0103, care denun\u021b\u0103 colonialismul, rasismul \u0219i violen\u021ba, dar exploreaz\u0103 \u0219i intimitatea, umorul \u0219i rezilien\u021ba. Este autoarea volumului Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow (2022) \u0219i coeditoare, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu George Abraham, a antologiei Heaven Looks Like Us: […]<\/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":[1800,13],"tags":[1811,1801,1810,1114,72],"class_list":["post-15896","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-86","category-poezie","tag-bianca-namur","tag-egophobia-86","tag-noor-hindi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-48o","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15896","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=15896"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15896\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15956,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15896\/revisions\/15956"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15896"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15896"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15896"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
\na. Nu m\u0103 mai uit la \u0219tiri.
\nb. Nu mai am \u00een cas\u0103 nicio oglind\u0103 ca s\u0103 m\u0103 privesc \u00een ochi.
\nc. Vreau s\u0103 vorbesc despre intersec\u021bia dintre un cu\u021bit \u0219i spatele unei oglinzi.\n<\/li>\n
\na. A cui traum\u0103?
\nb. Un grup de corpuri ar putea fi numit de unii circ \/\/ de al\u021bii cimitir.
\nc. Nu pot descrie exact ce e \u201easta\u201d. \/\/ Mintea mea se ascute \/\/ de la l\u0103m\u00e2i cu sare.\n<\/li>\n
\na. Nu mi-a p\u0103sat niciodat\u0103 de h\u0103r\u021bi.
\nb. Mama mereu m\u0103 avertiza: \u201eTe vede Dumnezeu. Te vede bunicul. Te vede tata.\u201d Ochii lor \/\/ un ecran cu purici \/\/ \u00eenchis \/\/ \u00eenchis \/\/ \u00eenchis \/\/ \u0219i \u021biiiiiip.
\nc. A cui geografie?\n<\/li>\n
\na. V\u0103 place tot ce ne transform\u0103 \u00een fic\u021biune \/\/ privind \/\/ \u00een ochii no\u0219tri ca morm\u00e2ntul.
\nb. Mama mea plimb\u00e2ndu-se prin Macy\u2019s.
\nc. Impulsul de a r\u00e2de la glume rasiste e instinctul meu de supravie\u021buire.\n<\/li>\n
\na. Credin\u021ba e sor\u0103 cu memoria, \u0219i cu iubirea, \u0219i cu speran\u021ba, \u0219i cu \u00eencrederea. Sunt drone la por\u021bile Americii. Cine le va prinde?
\nb. Cui se adreseaz\u0103 aceast\u0103 \u00eentrebare?
\nc. \u00cenainte de \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, trupul bunicului meu a fost dus cu dricul la casa noastr\u0103 din Akron, Ohio. M-am uita pe fereastr\u0103 cum dricul a dat dou\u0103 ture \u00een jurul blocului, apoi am urm\u0103rit num\u0103rul de \u00eenmatriculare p\u00e2n\u0103 a disp\u0103rut.\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"