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[egoRainbow]<\/span><\/p>\n

traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi<\/p>\n

Mervyn Morris (1937\u20132018) a fost un poet, eseist \u0219i critic literar jamaican, considerat un reprezentant de seam\u0103 al literaturii din zona Caraibelor. \u00cen calitate de profesor la Universitatea Indiilor de Vest, a fost mentor al multor genera\u021bii de poe\u021bi, sus\u021bin\u00e2nd valorificarea limbajului vernacular \u0219i a spiritului local \u00een poezie. \u00cen scrierile sale exploreaz\u0103 identitatea postcolonial\u0103, rela\u021biile interumane \u0219i reflec\u021bia metatextual\u0103 asupra scrisului. Printre volumele sale se num\u0103r\u0103 The Pond<\/em> (1973), Shadowboxing<\/em> (1979), Examination Centre<\/em> (1992), I Been There, Sort of<\/em> (2006) \u0219i Peelin Orange<\/em> (2017). A editat sau prefa\u021bat c\u00e2teva antologii printre care The Faber Book of Contemporary Caribbean Short Stories<\/em> (1990), Caribbean Poetry Now<\/em> (1984) \u0219i Selected Poems<\/em> (1982) de Louise Bennett<\/strong>. \u00cen 2014 a devenit poet laureat \u00een Jamaica, contribuind semnificativ la promovarea culturii literare \u00een regiune.<\/p>\n

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Iazul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Era un iaz l\u00e2ng\u0103 sat
\n\u0219i\u2014dup\u0103 cum i se tot repeta\u2014
\nb\u0103ie\u021bii nu aveau voie s\u0103 se apropie.
\nO ap\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 fund, spunea lumea,
\ncare \u00eenghi\u021bea oameni \u0219i animale pe loc;
\niar \u00een ad\u00e2ncurile ei, ziceau b\u0103tr\u00e2nii,
\n\u00eenotau \u0219op\u00e2rli\u021be \u0219i groz\u0103vii f\u0103r\u0103 nume\u2014
\nB\u0103ie\u021bii iste\u021bi se \u021bineau departe.<\/p>\n

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De\u0219i foarte atras de interdic\u021bii,
\nb\u0103iatul, \u00eenlemnit de fric\u0103, st\u0103tea deoparte.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o var\u0103 ploioas\u0103, cu iarb\u0103 mult\u0103,
\npoteci noroioase, alunecoase, c\u00e2nd s-a trezit<\/p>\n

acolo, pe malul de poveste.<\/p>\n

Iazul cel \u00eens\u0103p\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103tor era \u00eentunecat.
\nDeodat\u0103, sc\u0103pat dintre nori, soarele
\na izbucnit luminos; \u0219i, lic\u0103rind de vinov\u0103\u021bie,
\nb\u0103iatul \u0219i-a v\u0103zut \u00een ap\u0103 propriul chip.<\/p>\n

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Poem de dragoste temperat<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Chiciura sclipe\u0219te dincolo
\nde ferestrele z\u0103vor\u00e2te. \u021aur\u021burii
\n\u00eempodobesc gratiile de fier. \u00cen\u0103untru
\nne este frig sau mai frig dec\u00e2t
\nne place, cuib\u0103rindu-ne
\nunul \u00een altul, cu speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u00centr-o zi frumoas\u0103, prim\u0103vara
\n(la fel ca-ntr-un poem) va izbucni
\ndin nou, soarele adev\u0103rat
\nva str\u0103luci des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it, iar noi
\nnu vom mai avea at\u00e2ta nevoie unul de altul.
\nAtunci poate vom alege s\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bim
\nc\u0103ldura verii \u0219i s\u0103 tr\u0103im
\n\u00eempreun\u0103, ferici\u021bi separat.<\/p>\n

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Critic<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Acum chiar te preocup\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00eentreb\u0103rile despre sens,
\na c\u0103rui deconstruc\u021bie\u2014splendid\u0103
\ndestr\u0103mare\u2014intimida.
\nAveai totul sub control.<\/p>\n

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Oare ai citit gre\u0219it \u00een ochii ei
\nc\u00e2nd, \u00een timp ce r\u0103sfoia o revist\u0103
\n\u00een pat, \u021bi-a aruncat o privire?<\/p>\n

Un text imprevizibil, so\u021bia ta
\na dat jocul peste cap.<\/p>\n

Acum, c\u0103 te-a p\u0103r\u0103sit, lectura<\/p>\n

academic\u0103 nu mai e ce-a fost.<\/p>\n

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Schi\u021b\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t de atent merg
\nal\u0103turi, abia ating\u00e2ndu-se.
\nNici el, nici ea nu se gr\u0103besc
\nspre un loc anume.
\nTotu\u0219i, oare ce se petrece
\n\u00een conversa\u021bia lejer\u0103
\ndespre c\u0103r\u021bi, familie & prieteni?
\nCite\u0219te mai departe.<\/p>\n

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II<\/p>\n

Sunt \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00eentr-un loc<\/p>\n

intim, cercet\u00e2nd povestea,
\najung\u00e2nd s\u0103 cunoasc\u0103
\npersonajele, \u00eempletind
\nteme, discre\u021bie & dorin\u021b\u0103,
\nexplor\u00e2nd conflictul, complica\u021bia,
\nrestructur\u00e2nd vie\u021bile
\n\u00een imagina\u021bie.<\/p>\n

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III<\/p>\n

La revedere. \u201eP\u0103str\u0103m leg\u0103tura\u201c,
\n\u00ee\u0219i spun f\u0103r\u0103 convingere.
\nSe \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103 afectuos \u0219i pleac\u0103.
\nDar fiecare s-a cuib\u0103rit \u00een arta celuilalt\u2014<\/p>\n

o nou\u0103 poveste \u00een lumea fic\u021bional\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u00cendr\u0103gosti\u021bii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 Ren\u00e9 Magritte<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cendr\u0103gosti\u021bii care se s\u0103rut\u0103
\nnu \u00ee\u0219i v\u0103d chipurile,
\np\u0103rul \u0219i pielea<\/p>\n

nici nu \u0219i le ating.<\/p>\n

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\u00cenv\u0103luit fiecare
\n\u00eentr-un v\u00e2rtej opac,
\nniciunul nu pare con\u0219tient
\nde c\u00e2t de straniu e totul.<\/p>\n

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Nu-i deranja\u021bi.
\nSunt \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi.
\nFiecare simte o afinitate
\ncu masca celuilalt.<\/p>\n

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Scrisul<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd, \u00eentr-un moment de singur\u0103tate,
\nstiloul scrie pe h\u00e2rtie,
\ncine \u00eel face s\u0103 se mi\u0219te?
\nCui \u00eei scrie el, a\u0219tern\u00e2nd pentru mine
\nacest \u021b\u0103rm al buzelor, al visului, acest
\num\u0103r pe care ui\u021bi de lume pentru totdeauna?<\/p>\n

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Cineva din mine scrie, \u00eemi mi\u0219c\u0103 m\u00e2na,
\nalege un cuv\u00e2nt, apoi se opre\u0219te, ezit\u00e2nd
\n\u00eentre mun\u021bii verzi \u0219i marea albastr\u0103.
\nExamineaz\u0103 la rece tot ce scriu,
\n\u00eemi arunc\u0103 ideile \u00een foc.<\/p>\n

Dar acest judec\u0103tor este o victim\u0103 care,
\ncondamn\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, se condamn\u0103 pe sine.
\nEl nu scrie nim\u0103nui, nu cheam\u0103 pe nimeni,
\nse scrie pe sine, se pierde \u00een sine,
\napoi se reg\u0103se\u0219te, redevenind eu.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[egoRainbow] traducere & prezentare: Monica Manolachi Mervyn Morris (1937\u20132018) a fost un poet, eseist \u0219i critic literar jamaican, considerat un reprezentant de seam\u0103 al literaturii din zona Caraibelor. \u00cen calitate de profesor la Universitatea Indiilor de Vest, a fost mentor al multor genera\u021bii de poe\u021bi, sus\u021bin\u00e2nd valorificarea limbajului vernacular \u0219i a spiritului local \u00een poezie. […]<\/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":[1843,952,13],"tags":[1845,1162,1857,807,1114,72],"class_list":["post-16150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-88","category-egorainbow","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-88","tag-egorainbow","tag-mervyn-morris","tag-monica-manolachi","tag-poezie","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-4cu","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16150","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=16150"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16151,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16150\/revisions\/16151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}