{"id":1987,"date":"2009-10-13T14:00:20","date_gmt":"2009-10-13T12:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=1987"},"modified":"2009-10-13T13:25:50","modified_gmt":"2009-10-13T11:25:50","slug":"lupancii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=1987","title":{"rendered":"Lupancii"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=right>de Stoian G. Bogdan<\/p>\n<p align=justify>\nNu vei g\u0103si \u00een niciun dic\u0163ionar acest cuv\u00e2nt, pentru c\u0103 cei care-l mai cuno\u015fteau au cr\u0103pat.. Acesta e un cuv\u00e2nt care duce undeva \u00eentr-o poveste. O poveste care \u00eencepe<br \/>\nla sf\u00e2r\u015fitul unei miercuri spre joi, c\u00e2nd mergeam cu Cosmin \u015fi cu Grigorenko (\u015fi Komartin nu era cu noi dar \u00eel rog pe aceast\u0103 cale s\u0103 nu se simt\u0103 exclus, c\u0103ci de\u015fi a lipsit din via\u0163a noastr\u0103 de noapte, el ne este mereu prezent \u00een literatur\u0103), dinspre observatorul astronomic, unde nu am putut intra nici mor\u0163i, \u00eenspre Pia\u0163a roman\u0103. Deodat\u0103, \u00een fa\u0163a unui conac p\u0103r\u0103sit, \u00een\u0103l\u0163at deasupra unei gradini p\u0103r\u0103ginite \u00eenprejmuite cu un gard de fier, \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een ni\u015fte zdren\u0163e de haine, mi s-a \u00eenfipt \u00een privire un b\u0103tr\u00e2n.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p align=justify>Avea ochii \u00een c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 de for\u0163\u0103, o barb\u0103 grizonat\u0103 \u015fi-un trup aproape de mumie. St\u0103tea tol\u0103nit pe un prag de piatr\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 o sticl\u0103 de vodc\u0103 golit\u0103 pe trei sferturi, \u00een lumina sp\u0103l\u0103cit\u0103 a unui bec. Se boldea interesat \u00eentr-o carte cu coper\u0163i muceg\u0103ite. \u00cen fa\u0163a lui z\u0103ceau, printre nailoane \u015fi scaune rupte, vreo c\u0103teva sute de c\u0103r\u0163i, puse doldora \u00een l\u0103di\u0163e de plastic. Instigat de vechimea c\u0103r\u0163ilor, m-am oprit. Tovar\u0103\u015fii mei, au mai f\u0103cut c\u00e2te doi pa\u015fi fiecare \u015fi s-au oprit dup\u0103 mine. \u201eStai s\u0103 v\u0103d ce c\u0103r\u0163i are mo\u015fu\u2019 \u0103sta\u201d am !-mat. \u201eHai, na!\u201d a zis Cosmin. Grigorenko a \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 \u015fi nici atunci \u015fi nici acum n-am \u00een\u0163eles de ce. \u201ePoezie ave\u0163i \u015fefu\u2019?\u201d am f\u0103cut spre b\u0103tr\u00e2nul care a tres\u0103rit. \u201eDepinde ce, b\u0103!\u201d aproape c\u0103 mi-a urlat. \u201eC\u0103rt\u0103rescu?\u201d zic. \u201eNu!\u201d zice. \u201eStratan-Iaru?\u201d adaug. \u201eIaru! Ceva&#8230; Dar n-am chef s\u0103 caut acuma.\u201d \u201eHaide\u0163i \u015fefu\u2019.\u201d am rugat \u015fi am intrat \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103 s\u0103rind peste un scaun care bloca accesul. \u201eB\u0103, tu s\u0103 nu intri \u00een curtea mea, b\u0103!\u201d a s\u0103rit ca ars b\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u015fi s-a ridicat \u00een picioare. \u201eIe\u015fi! Afar\u0103 din curtea mea. Acum!\u201d mi-a urlat. M-am conformat cu g\u00e2ndul c\u0103, dac-o fac, ob\u0163in vreo carte de Iaru \u00een edi\u0163ie princeps. Am ie\u015fit. \u201eB\u0103 tu cine e\u015fti, b\u0103!?\u201d mi-a zbierat cu ochii c\u00e2t cepele. \u201eEu sunt scriitorul Dan Andrei Negru, b\u0103! Eu sunt sufletul Pie\u0163ei romane! Tu cine e\u015fti, b\u0103?\u201d \u201eEu sunt Bogdan.\u201d am zis \u015fi Cosmin a ad\u0103ugat \u201e\u015ei el e scriitor.\u201d \u201e\u0218i ce-ai scris tu, b\u0103, z\u0103b\u0103ucule?\u201d mi-a zis \u00een timp ce-l \u00eentrebam pe Cosmin dac\u0103 a auzit de el. \u201ePoezii, \u015fefu\u2019.\u201d am r\u0103spuns cu modestie \u00een timp ce Cosmin \u00eemi r\u0103spundea c\u0103 nu auzise. \u201eCe poezii ai scris tu, b\u0103? Ia. Zi-mi dou\u0103 versuri!\u201d \u201eCe versuri s\u0103-i spun, m\u0103?\u201d fac io spre Cosmin. \u201eZi-le pe alea cu \u201atoate femeile de care m\u0103-ndr\u0103gostesc\u2019.\u201d mi-a zis el. \u015ei bag: \u201e\u201atoate femeile de care m\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostesc ajung r\u0103u raluca\u2019&#8230;\u201d \u201eMai tare, b\u0103, c\u0103 n-aud!\u201d mi-a urlat. \u00centr-adev\u0103r, zgomotul traficului de pe strada din spatele nostru era asurzitor. \u015ei repet: \u201e\u201atoate femeile de care m\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103gostesc ajung r\u0103u raluca\u2019&#8230;\u201d \u201eMai rar, b\u0103, s\u0103 te pricep!\u201d \u00eemi zbiar\u0103 nea\u2019 Negur\u0103, iar eu continui: \u201e\u201ade parc\u0103 liniile din palmele mele\u2019\u201d&#8230;-puncte \u201eA\u015faaaa\u201d adaug\u0103 \u015fi nea\u2019&#8230; \u201e\u201ase termin\u0103 \u00een palmele lor\u2019!\u201d \u00eenchei. \u201e\u00cemi place, b\u0103! \u00cemi place.\u201d m\u0103 g\u00e2dil\u0103 nea\u2019 Negu\u2019. \u201e\u0218i mie.\u201d \u00eei zic. \u201eVa s\u0103 zic\u0103 e\u015fti scriitor, b\u0103!\u201d \u201eDa\u2019!\u201d confirm\u0103 Cosmin \u015fi continu\u0103: \u201eO s\u0103-i apar\u0103 \u00eentr-o lun\u0103 un volum la Cartea Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103.\u201d, apoi dup\u0103 o pauz\u0103 adaug\u0103: \u201eAcolo unde a publicat Nichita\u201d, con\u015ftient c\u0103 numele lui Nichita tope\u015fte tot \u00een scriitori anonimi, de v\u00e2rsta lui nea\u2019 Negu\u2019. \u201eIo i-am futut gagica lu\u2019 Nichita \u00eenainte s-o fut\u0103 el, b\u0103!\u201d url\u0103 din nou. \u201ePe cine, pe Melineasca?\u201d \u00eel ischiti Cosmin. \u201ePe Lidia, b\u0103\u0103\u0103! ce Melineasc\u0103?\u201d \u00eel l\u0103muri nea\u2019 Negru, apoi continu\u0103: \u201eLidia cea cu forme de zei\u0163\u0103, cea mai frumoas\u0103 femeie din \u0163ar\u0103, la ora aia, b\u0103!\u201d. \u201eAha\u201d, am f\u0103cut eu t\u00e2mp. \u201eStai c\u0103 v\u0103 recit eu ceva din mine, b\u0103&#8230; publicat \u00een Canada de&#8230;\u201d am uitat eu cine \u201e&#8230;directoarea&#8230;\u201d nu \u015ftiu c\u0103rui comitet \u201e&#8230; poemul: Elada!\u201d a rupt filmul conversa\u0163iei nea\u2019 Negu\u2019. \u015ei-a \u00eenceput s\u0103 recite un poem despre zeii greci \u015fi Homer, din care mai re\u0163in doar versul \u0103sta: \u201enimfetele se-mpiedicau \u00een iarb\u0103, b\u0103!\u201d Oricum, \u0163in minte c\u0103 mi-a pl\u0103cut \u015fi mie \u015fi lui Cosmin poemul, dup\u0103 felul \u00een care, \u00eemi amintesc, c\u0103 d\u0103deam am\u00e2ndoi din cap. Ceea ce ne-a f\u0103cut s\u0103-l privim mai cu interes pe nea\u2019 Negru. \u201eFrumos.\u201d am zis eu. \u201eDa.\u201d a confirmat Cosmin. \u201eEl e critic literar&#8230;\u201d arat eu spre el \u201escrie \u00een Rom\u00e2nia Literar\u0103.\u201d \u201eDa?\u201d f\u0103cu mirat nea\u2019 Negru. \u201eFace cronic\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nal\u0103.\u201d se b\u0103g\u0103 \u015fi Grigorenko. \u201eAtunci stai s\u0103-\u0163i mai zic eu una!\u201d interveni nea\u2019 Negru. \u015ei-a \u00eenceput un poem \u00een rime care, de\u015fi era at\u00e2t de clasic ca stil, pe noi trei ne-a dat pe spate. Nu l-a mai terminat, ne-a spus doar c\u0103 restul e doar pentru sufletul lui. \u201e\u0102sta treb\u2019 publicat \u00een r\u00ee l\u00ee, m\u00ee!\u201d am f\u0103cut c\u0103tre Ciotlo\u015f \u015fi domnu\u2019 Negru mi-a t\u0103iat-o: \u201eNu-mi trebuie s\u0103 le public nic\u0103ieri, b\u0103! Mi le public eu singur p\u00e2n\u0103 mor, dac\u0103 vreau. N-auzi c\u0103 le public numai \u00een Canada?\u201d \u201eDea&#8230;\u201d l-am aprobat din complezen\u0163\u0103. \u201eC\u00e2t cost\u0103 cartea asta?\u201d \u00eentreb\u0103 Grigorenko ar\u0103t\u00e2nd spre un tom cu coper\u0163i aurite dintr-o l\u0103di\u0163\u0103 de lemn. Era o \u201aIstorie a literaturii engleze\u2019. \u201eTo\u0163i banii din buzunar!\u201d i-a b\u0103gat-o domnu\u2019 Negru. \u201eScump.\u201d i-a r\u0103spuns. \u201eNu, b\u0103!\u201d a conchis b\u0103tr\u00e2nul umpl\u00e2ndu-l de brobonele de saliv\u0103. \u201eZece lei.\u201d a umplut el golurile mai mari. \u201eD\u0103-i m\u0103, c\u0103 merit\u0103.\u201d am zis eu. \u015fi Grigorenko a \u00eenceput s\u0103 numere banii cu degetele umezite de pe fa\u0163\u0103. I-a dat. \u015ei-a luat. \u201eHaide\u0163i s\u0103-mi iau o vodc\u0103, m\u0103 roade stomacu\u2019, b\u0103.\u201d a zis domnu\u2019 Negru. \u201eUnde?\u201d a zis Cosmin. Aici, b\u0103, sub \u0163\u00e2\u0163ele lupoaicei.\u201d \u201eHai m\u0103\u201d am zis.<\/p>\n<p align=justify>Am mers cu to\u0163ii sub capetele \u00een\u0103\u0163ate deasupra unor ve\u015fminte care ne f\u0103ceau s\u0103 ar\u0103t\u0103m ca un oximoron umbl\u0103tor. \u201eCe mai faci, f\u0103\u201d ?-ba b\u0103tr\u00e2nul angajatele Rebu. \u015ei ele \u00eei r\u0103spundeau: \u201e\u2019F\u0103\u2019 s\u0103-i zici lu\u2019 m\u0103-ta nea\u2019 Negru!\u201d. \u201eHa-ha\u201d r\u00e2dea b\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u201em\u00e2nca-\u0163i-a\u015f pizda aia belit\u0103, f\u0103!\u201d \u015fi mergea mai departe. \u015ei noi l\u00e2ng\u0103 el buluci\u0163i de destinderea b\u0103tr\u00e2nului. \u201eAstea-s fetele mele, b\u0103!\u201d ne zicea el cu o m\u00e2ndrie autocon\u015ftient\u0103 de ridicolul ei \u015fi-ntr-un final am ajuns la magazin. Cum adineauri g\u0103sisem sub scaunul pe care st\u0103tuse Gro\u015fan vreun milion jumate, am f\u0103cut cinste. Apoi prin acela\u015fi scenariu ne-am \u00eentors \u00eenapoi \u00een gr\u0103dina cu c\u0103r\u0163i. Ne f\u0103cuser\u0103m scaune din ni\u015fte l\u0103zi \u015fi mas\u0103 dintr-o sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 \u015fi ne-am a\u015fezat \u00een a\u015fa fel \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 nu distrugem unda de form\u0103. Despre unda de form\u0103 ar fi de povestit mult, \u00eens\u0103 nu prea am chef. A\u015fa \u00eenc\u00e2t nu-mi r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t s\u0103 spun c\u0103 ea era o aliniere a lucrurilor din c\u00e2mpul vizual, \u00een diferite locuri, astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103 nu-l enerveze pe domnul Negru.<\/p>\n<p align=center>\n<img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/i158.photobucket.com\/albums\/t103\/egophobia\/24\/invitat\/claudiu-komartin-bogdan-cretu-sgb-d.jpg?w=500\"  border=0><br \/>\n[Claudiu Komartin, Bogdan Cre&#355;u, SGB, Dan Sociu, George Vasilievici, Cosmin Ciotlo&#351;, R&#259;zvan &#354;upa @ Cluj-Napoca &copy; 2007 Un_Cristian]<\/p>\n<p align=justify>Dup\u0103 o lung\u0103 discu\u0163ie despre antichitate, care a cuprins \u015fi povestea statuii Lupoaicei, cea care \u00eei hr\u0103nise pe Romulus \u015fi Remus, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul ne-a spus c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 ne facem un fel de club al nostru. Un club exclusivist, cu arti\u015fti, cercet\u0103tori, filosofi, etc. pe care s\u0103-l numim \u201eLupancii\u201d. Idee care ni s-a p\u0103rut excelent\u0103, mai ales c\u0103 era \u00eencununat\u0103 cu o genez\u0103 neobi\u015fnuit\u0103 dar foarte mi\u015fto.<\/p>\n<p align=justify>Din discu\u0163ii am observat c\u0103 Dan Andrei Negru era o enciclopedie ambulant\u0103. Cuno\u015ftin\u0163ele lui cuprindeau de la literatur\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la psihologie, trec\u00e2nd prin economie, drept, astronomie, astrologie, fizic\u0103, chimie, etc. Avea r\u0103spuns \u015fi la cele mai grele \u00eentreb\u0103ri, ceea ce pe mine m-a uluit. Terminase Cibernetica vizavi, la ASE, \u00een urm\u0103 cu mul\u0163i, mul\u0163i ani \u015fi n-am mai aflat ce-a f\u0103cut mai departe fiindc\u0103 ne-am luat cu alt\u0103 discu\u0163ie. Dup\u0103 un timp s-a f\u0103cut ceasul vreo dou\u0103 \u015fi am plecat \u015fi noi.<br \/>\n\u201eTre\u2019 s\u00ee mai venim pi la \u0103sta.\u201d am !-mat eu \u00een drum spre ma\u015fin\u0103 iar domnul Negru ne-a strigat din urm\u0103: \u201eS\u0103 nu uita\u0163i s\u0103 mai trece\u0163i pe la mine, b\u0103! p\u00e2n-atunci eu mai sug o vodc\u0103 de la \u0163\u00e2\u0163a Lupoaicei!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dar c\u00e2nd ne-am mai dus, murise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Stoian G. Bogdan Nu vei g\u0103si \u00een niciun dic\u0163ionar acest cuv\u00e2nt, pentru c\u0103 cei care-l mai cuno\u015fteau au cr\u0103pat.. Acesta e un cuv\u00e2nt care duce undeva \u00eentr-o poveste. 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