traducere & prezentare: Maria Pintea<\/p>\n
Tess Gallagher (n. 1943) este o poet\u0103, eseist\u0103 \u0219i prozatoare american\u0103, n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een 1943, asociat\u0103 cu genera\u021bia postconfesiv\u0103 a poeziei americane. Opera sa exploreaz\u0103 teme ca iubirea, doliul, memoria \u0219i supravie\u021buirea afectiv\u0103, adesea \u00een dialog cu experien\u021ba pierderii. A publicat mai multe volume de poezie, trei volume de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 \u0219i dou\u0103 de eseuri, iar scrisul ei se remarc\u0103 prin claritate, introspec\u021bie \u0219i o sensibilitate atent\u0103 la detaliul cotidian. Rela\u021bia cu scriitorul Raymond Carver i-a influen\u021bat parcursul biografic, dar vocea sa poetic\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne autonom\u0103, profund meditativ\u0103 \u0219i orientat\u0103 spre transformarea experien\u021bei intime \u00een reflec\u021bie universal\u0103.<\/p>\n
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Alegeri<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n M\u0103 duc spre munte,<\/p>\n \u00een spatele casei, s\u0103 tai l\u0103starii,<\/p>\n s\u0103 se vad\u0103 mai bine z\u0103pada<\/p>\n de pe culme. Dar cum ridic privirea,<\/p>\n cu fier\u0103str\u0103ul \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, v\u0103d un cuib<\/p>\n \u00een crengile cele mai de sus.<\/p>\n Nu m\u0103 ating de ele.<\/p>\n Nici pe celelalte nu le mai tai.<\/p>\n Brusc, \u00een fiecare copac,<\/p>\n e un cuib nev\u0103zut,<\/p>\n acolo unde ar putea fi<\/p>\n un munte.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n M\u0103 opresc din scris<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n ca s\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103turesc rufele.<\/p>\n Indiferent cine tr\u0103ie\u0219te<\/p>\n \u0219i cine moare, eu r\u0103m\u00e2n femeie.<\/p>\n Mereu voi avea multe de f\u0103cut.<\/p>\n Apropii m\u00e2necile c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii<\/p>\n lui. Nimic nu poate sta \u00een calea<\/p>\n tandre\u021bii noastre. Voi reveni<\/p>\n la poem. Voi reveni la via\u021ba mea<\/p>\n de femeie. Dar momentan<\/p>\n \u021bin \u00een m\u00e2ini o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103, una<\/p>\n uria\u0219\u0103, iar undeva o feti\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n st\u0103 \u00een picioare l\u00e2ng\u0103 mama ei<\/p>\n \u0219i prive\u0219te cum se face.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cuvinte scrise la lum\u00e2nare<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n De-a\u0219 putea \u00eencepe cu orice,<\/p>\n a\u0219 spune a\u0219a: nu le mai cere iertare, \u0219i mai ales<\/p>\n nu lor, care mereu<\/p>\n \u021bi-au c\u0103utat nod \u00een papur\u0103.<\/p>\n Urzicile ar putea fi pene<\/p>\n \u00een momentul \u00een care \u00ee\u021bi m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie<\/p>\n glezna. \u00cen acela\u0219i timp: inunda\u021bii, cutremure,<\/p>\n robii de toate felurile,<\/p>\n g\u00e2rbovite pe lang\u0103 vreun gard,<\/p>\n gata s\u0103-\u021bi r\u0103peasc\u0103 aten\u021bia.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 spui c\u0103, printre b\u0103rcile \u00eenchiriate,<\/p>\n ne-am purtat trupurile prin lume \u0219i am spus<\/p>\n glume, l\u0103s\u00e2nd spa\u021bii goale<\/p>\n doar \u00een via\u021b\u0103, nu \u0219i \u00een pagin\u0103?<\/p>\n Am ajuns a\u0219a de departe, ca s\u0103 afl\u0103m<\/p>\n c\u0103 barca nici nu atinge apa!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u0218i dac\u0103 ne lu\u0103m r\u0103mas-bun,<\/p>\n e o lumin\u0103 aproape incredibil\u0103<\/p>\n \u0219i sunt fericit\u0103<\/p>\n \u0219i e firesc s\u0103 transformi apropierea<\/p>\n \u00een distan\u021b\u0103, s\u0103 spui: \u201eBarc\u0103, te-am l\u0103sat<\/p>\n \u00een urm\u0103. Barc\u0103,<\/p>\n \u00eenc\u0103 sunt cu tine.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" traducere & prezentare: Maria Pintea Tess Gallagher (n. 1943) este o poet\u0103, eseist\u0103 \u0219i prozatoare american\u0103, n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00een 1943, asociat\u0103 cu genera\u021bia postconfesiv\u0103 a poeziei americane. Opera sa exploreaz\u0103 teme ca iubirea, doliul, memoria \u0219i supravie\u021buirea afectiv\u0103, adesea \u00een dialog cu experien\u021ba pierderii. A publicat mai multe volume de poezie, trei volume de proz\u0103 scurt\u0103 […]<\/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":[1843,13],"tags":[1845,1856,1114,1855,72],"class_list":["post-16148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-88","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-88","tag-maria-pintea","tag-poezie","tag-tess-gallagher","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-4cs","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16148","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=16148"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16149,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16148\/revisions\/16149"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}