traducere & prezentare: Mircea C\u0103r\u0103bulea<\/p>\n
Marilyn Nelson este poet\u0103 \u0219i profesoar\u0103 american\u0103, cunoscut\u0103 pentru explorarea identit\u0103\u021bii afro-americane \u0219i felul \u00een care \u00eembin\u0103 memoria familial\u0103 cu istoria rasial\u0103 a Statelor Unite. A copil\u0103rit \u00een diverse baze militare, deoarece tat\u0103l ei a fost aviator, iar aceast\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 itinerant\u0103 i-a permis s\u0103 descopere foarte devreme scrisul ca refugiu \u0219i form\u0103 de expresie. A studiat literatura englez\u0103 \u0219i a ob\u021binut un doctorat \u00een 1979, dup\u0103 care a predat aproape trei decenii la Universitatea din Connecticut, unde a devenit profesoar\u0103 emerit\u0103. A fost poet\u0103 laureat\u0103 a statului Connecticut \u00eentre 2001 \u0219i 2006 \u0219i a fondat Soul Mountain Retreat, un spa\u021biu destinat poe\u021bilor afla\u021bi \u00een diferite etape ale form\u0103rii lor. Opera ei cuprinde peste dou\u0103zeci de volume: poezie pentru adul\u021bi, c\u0103r\u021bi pentru tineri \u0219i memorii \u00een versuri. Printre cele mai cunoscute se num\u0103r\u0103 Carver: A Life in Poems<\/em>, un volum care reconstituie poetic via\u021ba lui George Washington Carver, \u0219i How I Discovered Poetry<\/em>, o autobiografie \u00een poeme care urm\u0103re\u0219te copil\u0103ria autoarei \u0219i formarea ei ca poet\u0103. Tema constant\u0103 a scrisului s\u0103u este recuperarea \u0219i reinterpretarea trecutului afro-american, privit printr-o lentil\u0103 intim\u0103, moral\u0103 \u0219i empatic\u0103. Stilul lui Nelson se distinge prin claritate, muzicalitate \u0219i o aten\u021bie special\u0103 acordat\u0103 memoriei \u0219i gesturilor cotidiene, calit\u0103\u021bi vizibile \u0219i \u00een poemul \u201eBebelu\u0219u\u2019 plutitor\u201d, unde atmosfera de familie, misterul \u0219i tensiunile nespuse se \u00eempletesc cu o sensibilitate discret\u0103. De-a lungul carierei, a fost de trei ori finalist\u0103 \u00een competi\u021bia pentru National Book Award \u0219i a primit numeroase distinc\u021bii literare ca Premiul Ruth Lilly pentru poezie \u0219i Frost Medal, fiind considerat\u0103 una dintre cele mai importante voci poetice americane contemporane.<\/p>\n \n \n O p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 a fost uitat\u0103 \u00eentr-un dormitor<\/p>\n c\u00e2nd vechii proprietari ai casei au plecat<\/p>\n \u0219i au venit buna \u0219i bunu\u2019 cu familia lor.<\/p>\n Exist\u0103 o veche fotografie \u00eentr-un album<\/p>\n cu unchiul Roy, un b\u0103ie\u021bel r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, \u021bin\u00e2nd-o<\/p>\n \u00een bra\u021be, \u00een v\u0103lm\u0103\u0219eala de cutii de mutat.<\/p>\n \n A stat 30 de ani pe raft, \u00een dulapul de pe hol,<\/p>\n un obiect care amintea de trecutul casei.<\/p>\n Pe urm\u0103 a fost dus\u0103 sus, \u00een pod,<\/p>\n \u00een ziua \u00een care buna a pl\u0103tit ultima rat\u0103 la cas\u0103.<\/p>\n Exist\u0103 o poz\u0103 \u00eenr\u0103mat\u0103 din ziua aceea,<\/p>\n cu buna \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de fl\u0103c\u0103ii ei frumo\u0219i.<\/p>\n \n Eu \u0219i veri\u0219orii mei st\u0103m \u00een camera de oaspe\u021bi,<\/p>\n r\u0103sfoind albume. Fotografiile de pe pere\u021bi<\/p>\n surprind ocazii speciale, de s\u0103rb\u0103toare.<\/p>\n Vocile adul\u021bilor r\u0103zbat de pe hol:<\/p>\n tata \u0219i unchii \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219esc amintiri,<\/p>\n iar m\u0103tu\u0219ile strig\u0103 din buc\u0103t\u0103rie.<\/p>\n \n Veri\u0219orii \u0219optesc despre Bebelu\u0219u\u2019 plutitor.<\/em><\/p>\n Tata spune c\u0103 mereu i-a fost fric<\/em>\u0103<\/em> de p\u0103pu\u0219a aia\u2026 <\/em><\/p>\n \u0218i tata mai spune c\u0103 avea impresia c\u0103 poart\u0103 furia<\/em><\/p>\n pe care fo\u0219tii proprietari o sim\u021beau c\u00e2nd au v\u00e2ndut casa<\/em><\/p>\n bunicilor no\u0219tri<\/em>… Deschideai u\u0219a dulapului<\/em><\/p>\n \u0219i sim\u021beai fiorul furiei, chiar \u0219i \u00een august\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n \n Zece minute singur\u0103 \u00een podul casei<\/em>, spun veri\u0219orii,<\/p>\n \u0219i bebelu\u0219u\u2019 plutitor \u00eencepe s\u0103 pluteasc\u0103 din spatele <\/em><\/p>\n cutiilor \u0219i p\u00e2nzelor de p\u0103ianjen<\/em>. Cu to\u021bii au v\u0103zut-o:<\/p>\n o p\u0103pu\u0219ic\u0103 dolofan\u0103 \u0219i roz, cu ochi alba\u0219tri \u0219i mari,<\/p>\n \u021buguindu-\u0219i buzele \u0219i \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-\u0219i bra\u021bele.<\/p>\n Doar zece minute singur\u0103, acolo sus. \u021ai-e fric\u0103?<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Doar zece minute singur\u0103<\/em>, insist\u0103 verii.<\/p>\n Haide. E o tradi\u021bie de familie…<\/em><\/p>\n Podul e deasupra, sunt dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri se sc\u0103ri.<\/p>\n Pere\u021bii sunt acoperi\u021bi cu tapet ponosit.<\/p>\n La noi acas\u0103 nu avem sc\u0103ri de urcat.<\/p>\n Sau pivni\u021be sau etaje superioare sau poduri.<\/p>\n \n P\u0103\u0219esc \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, cu m\u00e2na pe balustrad\u0103.<\/p>\n Trecem pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 Malcolm, Dr. King \u0219i Barack<\/p>\n \u0219i Michelle Obama, nun\u021bi \u0219i bebelu\u0219i.<\/p>\n Trecem de un pergament cu \u201eRug\u0103ciunea senin\u0103t\u0103\u021bii\u201d.<\/p>\n Tata c\u00e2nd era t\u00e2n\u0103r \u021bine degetul mare \u00een sus,<\/p>\n \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 fi n\u0103scut, \u0219i parc\u0103 se uit\u0103 drept la mine.<\/p>\n \n Omari ne conduce pe sc\u0103ri spre pod,<\/p>\n \u00eentr-o \u00eenc\u0103pere larg\u0103 \u0219i rece, cu grinzi \u00eentunecoase,<\/p>\n unde at\u00e2rn\u0103 \u00een cuier pungi de plastic pentru haine,<\/p>\n iar l\u0103zile \u0219i cutiile stau deschise ici \u0219i colo.<\/p>\n Ceilal\u021bi veri se str\u00e2ng \u0219i stau \u00eempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentreb: Oare<\/em> sunt fricoas\u0103?<\/em><\/p>\n \n Ridic c\u00e2teva c\u0103r\u021bi vechi cartonate<\/p>\n \u0219i altele bro\u0219ate, sf\u0103r\u00e2micioase \u0219i \u00eeng\u0103lbenite<\/p>\n \u0219i le pun \u00eenapoi. M\u0103 uit, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, la un teanc<\/p>\n de desene ale unor copii, semnate cu creionul.<\/p>\n Veri\u0219orii nu mai \u0219u\u0219otesc. Am r\u0103mas<\/p>\n singur\u0103. Aud pa\u0219i trop\u0103ind \u00een jos, pe sc\u0103ri.<\/p>\n \n G\u0103sesc un teanc de plicuri timbrate:<\/p>\n l\u00e2ng\u0103 numele bunei scrie \u201eDomni\u0219oar\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n Stau \u00een picioare \u0219i \u00eencerc s\u0103 desc\u00e2lcesc lucrurile<\/p>\n c\u00e2nd…<\/p>\n lumina cade pe ceva umbrit!<\/p>\n Bebelu\u0219u\u2019 plutitor!…<\/em><\/p>\n \u0218i \u0219tii ce?<\/p>\n Arat\u0103<\/p>\n exact ca surioara prietenului meu Evan.<\/p>\n \n Ridic p\u0103pu\u0219a \u0219i o pun \u00eentr-o cutie,<\/p>\n pe ni\u0219te c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i vechi caiete de noti\u021be.<\/p>\n G\u0103sesc o geac\u0103 din blan\u0103 artificial\u0103 \u00eentr-o pung\u0103<\/p>\n \u0219i o \u00eenvelesc cu ea, s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 de cald.<\/p>\n Dac\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 poart\u0103 furie, e timpul s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103.<\/p>\n Surioara lui Evan \u00eemi poate spune pe nume.<\/p>\n \n \u00cei aud strig\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103 cobor: La mas\u0103!<\/em><\/p>\n Fug pe sc\u0103ri, m\u0103 sp\u0103l pe m\u00e2ini, m\u0103 a\u0219ez la mas\u0103.<\/p>\n Veri\u0219orii r\u00e2njesc la mine \u0219i ridic\u0103 degetul mare.<\/p>\n Buna \u00eel roag\u0103 pe unchiul John s\u0103 spun\u0103 rug\u0103ciunea.<\/p>\n \u00cei zice unchiului Roy s\u0103 taie puiul.<\/p>\n Ne spune: Nu uita\u021bi s\u0103 gusta\u021bi din pl\u0103cinta mea!<\/em><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" traducere & prezentare: Mircea C\u0103r\u0103bulea Marilyn Nelson este poet\u0103 \u0219i profesoar\u0103 american\u0103, cunoscut\u0103 pentru explorarea identit\u0103\u021bii afro-americane \u0219i felul \u00een care \u00eembin\u0103 memoria familial\u0103 cu istoria rasial\u0103 a Statelor Unite. A copil\u0103rit \u00een diverse baze militare, deoarece tat\u0103l ei a fost aviator, iar aceast\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 itinerant\u0103 i-a permis s\u0103 descopere foarte devreme scrisul ca refugiu […]<\/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":[1822,13],"tags":[1821,1824,1825,1114,72],"class_list":["post-15993","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-87","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-87","tag-marilyn-nelson","tag-mircea-carabulea","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-49X","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15993","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=15993"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15993\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15994,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15993\/revisions\/15994"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15993"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15993"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15993"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Bebelu\u0219u\u2019 plutitor<\/strong><\/h1>\n