{"id":7720,"date":"2011-09-30T19:02:13","date_gmt":"2011-09-30T17:02:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=7720"},"modified":"2011-10-04T02:44:42","modified_gmt":"2011-10-04T00:44:42","slug":"the-new-adam-avatar-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=7720","title":{"rendered":"The New Adam [Avatar II]"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Gorun Manolescu
\ntranslated from Romanian by: Alina-Olimpia Miron
\npentru versiunea rom\u00e2n\u0103 click aici<\/a><\/p>\n

\u2018<\/p>\n

Noul Adam (Avatar II)<\/p>\n

Ei bine, nu! a zis ea \u015fi eu deja m\u0103 plictisisem tr\u0103g\u00e2nd cu ochiul prin gaura cheii la sc\u0103l\u0103mb\u0103ieturile lor sinistre ce deveniser\u0103 de la un timp ritual \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een lapte \u015fi miere \u00eenc\u0103 de la \u00eenceput de fapt de c\u00e2nd \u00eei cunoscusem \u015fi am devenit astfel vecini de apartament sub acoperi\u015f acolo la mansard\u0103 unde razele soarelui \u00eencing tabla \u00een zilele c\u0103lduroase de var\u0103 \u015fi sim\u0163i cum picur\u0103 paparudele prin acoperi\u015f c\u00e2nd vrea s\u0103 plou\u0103 \u015fi nu mai plou\u0103 iar dansul lor nu te mai satisface nici m\u0103car din punct de vedere estetic pentru c\u0103 bozii at\u00e2rna\u0163i \u00een fa\u0163\u0103 \u015fi-spate au murit degeaba mai apar \u015foldurile lor ar\u0103mii pl\u00e2nse \u00een m\u0103tasea sudorii frunzele ve\u015ftede te fac s\u0103 b\u0103nui c\u0103 dincolo\u2026 de aceea mai trag cu ochiul din c\u00e2nd \u00een d\u00e2nd fuga la gaura cheii ca un divertisment a\u015ftept\u00e2nd s\u0103 v\u0103d cine \u015ftie ce miraj din soarele lichid\u2026
\nM-am plictisit sau nici m\u0103car at\u00e2t nu mai pot s\u0103 suport \u015fi o iau \u00eencet pe scar\u0103 iat\u0103-m\u0103 proiectat jos cu din\u0163ii lor putrezi de venin mu\u015fca\u0163i \u00een carne desp\u0103r\u0163indu-m\u0103 de urletul de acolo de sus din gaura de \u015farpe a cheii unde nu mai era nimic altceva dec\u00e2t urletul acela mut \u00eemi astupasem urechile ochii r\u0103m\u0103sesem r\u0103stignit \u00een figura sinistr\u0103 a lui Munch iar florile otr\u0103vite \u00een prize de aer vezi cancerigene ce-mi ie\u015feau din gur\u0103 nu mai puteam s\u0103 le v\u0103d \u015fi aud\u2026 \u015fi acum le mai am \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eenfipte \u00een carne \u00eentoarse \u00eempotriv\u0103 \u00een veninul consistent solidificat \u00een smal\u0163ul verde \u015fi lucitor ce m\u0103 \u00eempinge inject\u00e2nd combustibilul ars \u015fi unde? de ce? \u015fi cum? nu import\u0103 c\u0103ci merg asta e toat\u0103 filosofia mea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u2013 unde biciuie \u00eentreb\u0103rile \u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2ne umbra nu mai \u00eencape loc de r\u0103spunsuri locul e ars gol Negru Negru Negru\u2026
\nSunam la u\u015fa aceea nu venea din\u0103untru dec\u00e2t umbra de sunet-ecoul abia \u00eel mai auzeam \u00een vata scurs\u0103 \u00een papucii de p\u00e2sl\u0103 c\u00e2nd El mi-a deschis poftindu-m\u0103 pe scaunul pe care \u00eel tr\u0103sese l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103 era \u00eenchis\u0103? deschis\u0103? \u00een lumina ce se aprinsese \u00een reflector ca la interogatoriu nu-mi pl\u0103cea \u015fi m\u0103 excita lumina aceea de ar fi fost mai molcom\u0103 sau m\u0103car mai intens\u0103 mai halucinatorie starea mea de excita\u0163ie s-ar mai fi atenuat poate mi-a\u015f fi \u00eenchipuit a\u015f fi fost \u00eentr-o biseric\u0103 din Constantinopol \u00een mijloc acolo unde lumina se taie scurg\u00e2ndu-se de jur \u00eemprejur a\u015fa ar fi fost \u015fi poate\u2026 dar nu cert era c\u0103 El nu se pricepea la astea am schi\u0163at chiar gestul de a fugi l-am schi\u0163at \u00een mine \u015fi El n-a observat curajul meu disperat scurg\u00e2ndu-se \u00een mormanul de la\u015fitate ce m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 las \u00een m\u00e2inile Lui atunci c\u00e2nd a trecut \u00een spatele scaunului ascu\u0163indu-\u015fi scalpelul sim\u0163eam cum se ascute pe razele prea moi ca s\u0103 fie reale numai bune de ascu\u0163it altceva\u2026
\nR\u0103m\u0103sesem holbat cu El plutind tulbure \u00een ochii mei \u00eenconjurat de o aureol\u0103 ciudat\u0103 dat\u0103 de lumina prea moale care nici lumin\u0103 nu se putea numi\u2026atunci am strigat Doctore care m-ai f\u0103cut a\u015fa acum f\u0103 ceva dar nu strigam c\u0103ci glasul nu l-am auzit l-am v\u0103zut doar mi\u015fc\u00e2ndu-se prin \u00eenc\u0103pere cum vezi o m\u00e2n\u0103 ce \u0163i se pare str\u0103in\u0103 mi\u015fc\u00e2ndu-se mut \u00een fa\u0163a unei oglinzi \u00een \u00eentuneric pudrat\u0103 cu argint viu \u015fi sim\u0163i deodat\u0103 cu ochii c\u0103 m\u00e2na este a ta \u015fi te \u00eengroze\u015fti de m\u00e2na aceea fosforescent\u0103 de Alb care te prive\u015fte din oglinda ce nu mai exist\u0103 m\u00e2na de acolo a prins o existen\u0163\u0103 autonom\u0103 \u015fi tinde s\u0103 vin\u0103 spre tine bumerang s\u0103 te prind\u0103 deci glasul meu smuls din g\u00e2t se \u00eendrepta acum spre mine prin coridorul \u0163esut din vagi unde m\u00e2na aceea mare plin\u0103 de licurici \u00eenghesui\u0163i am vrut din nou s\u0103 \u0163ip ca la cinematograf c\u00e2nd vezi c\u0103 trenul vine spre tine umple dintr-odat\u0103 p\u00e2nza de Negru \u0163\u00e2\u015fnind \u00een sal\u0103 cu ro\u0163ile prelinse \u00een \u00eentunericul dens care te acoper\u0103 dar le sim\u0163i cum trec prin tine a\u015fa cum am sim\u0163it m\u00e2na trec\u00e2nd abil delicat \u00een timp ce glasul meu \u00eenghe\u0163ase\u2026am \u00eenceput s\u0103 simt din nou pl\u0103cerea pl\u0103cerea aceea pervers\u0103 de la cinematograful de cartier c\u00e2nd pip\u0103iam pu\u015ftoaicele pe sub fust\u0103 la ci\u2019\u015fpe ani f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu de ce poate c\u0103 actul ce nu se putea desf\u0103\u015fura dec\u00e2t p\u00e2n\u2019 la m\u0103sura pufului abia mijit se continua \u00een trenul venit peste noi \u00eenchipuindu-mi cum o taie pe ea despletit\u0103 pe \u015finele lucitore reflectate de verdele Alb halucinant de de\u015fert \u00een El ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjoar\u0103 acum cu pa\u015fi felini c\u0103ut\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi absoarb\u0103 orice \u00eempotrivire cu scalpelul str\u0103lucind mai intens dec\u00e2t a\u015f putea suporta\u2026
\nM\u0103 trezesc. Impostorule impostor infam doctor de dou\u0103 parale merg asta e toat\u0103 filosofia mea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u2013 unde biciuie \u00eentreb\u0103rile \u015fi r\u0103m\u00e2ne umbra nu mai \u00eencape loc de r\u0103spunsuri locul e ars gol Negru Negru Negru\u2026
\nEi bine nu a zis ea \u015fi deja m\u0103 plictisisem de refuzul ei perpetuu imaginar \u015fi a\u015f fi vrut s\u0103 mu\u015fc din nou gura cu buzele p\u00e2rguite \u00een razele soarelui ce \u00eencing tabla \u00een zilele c\u0103lduroase de var\u0103 c\u00e2nd sim\u0163i cum paparudele picur\u0103 prin acoperi\u015f c\u00e2nd nu vrea s\u0103 plou\u0103 \u015fi etc\u2026<\/p>\n

The New Adam (Avatar II)<\/p>\n

\u2018Well…no!\u2019 she said. I had already gotten bored with peeking through the keyhole at their sinister, apish grimaces which had recently turned into a milk-and-honey ritual…no, actually, it had been that ever since I had met them and had, thus, become apartment neighbours under the roof, there, in the attic, where the sunrays scorch the roof plates in the hot summer days, when one feels the rain wraiths trickling through the roof when it seems like it\u2019s going to rain, but it eventually doesn\u2019t, and their dance won\u2019t satisfy you even aesthetically as the danewort trees hanging at the front and at the back have passed away…in vain do their ruddy hips, drenched in the silky perspiration, come out, the ghastly leaves make one suspect that beyond lies….that is why I peek through the keyhole now and then, a bit of a pastime while eagerly awaiting some sort of mirage developing from the fluid sun…<\/p>\n

I am bored, or…perhaps this is the last I can take…so I slowly go down the ladder and there I am: hurled downwards, their venom-rotten teeth biting the flash, separating me from the scream up there, coming from a snake-shaped keyhole ; nothing is left around but \u00a0that silent scream and myself crucified in Munch\u2019s sinister posture with poisoned flowers planted in my flesh,…where? why? and how? it doesn\u2019t matter, as I go on…this resumes my holy philosophy \u2013 where questions lash out and shadow lingers, there is no room left for answers…the place is burnt dry, Black, Black, Black…<\/p>\n

I was ringing at that door, but all that would come from the inside was the shadow of a sound \u2013 I could barely make out the echo in the cotton wool leaked into the felt slippers when He opened the door, inviting me to take a seat on the chair He had drawn next to the window (was it closed? was it open?) I didn\u2019t like it in the light which had been turned on as if at an interrogation…that light irritated me…if only it had been softer or, at least, more intense, more hallucinatory, my irritation would have subsided, perhaps I would have imagined myself in the middle of a Constantinople church, where light dies out by flowing round and round, it would have been this and maybe…but no, it was clear this wasn\u2019t His cup of tea, I even made like I was running away, I made it on the inside, but He didn\u2019t notice my desperate courage pouring out into the heap of cowardice which made me succumb to Him when He went behind the chair, sharpening His scalpel, I could sense its impending sharpness on those rays too soft to be real, those rays fit to sharpen something else…<\/p>\n

I remained staring at Him\u2026at his turbid hovering in my eyes, surrounded by a strange halo triggered by the much too soft light (one couldn\u2019t even call it \u2018light\u2019)\u2026that\u2019s when I screamed: \u2018Doctor! You that made me as I am, do something now!\u2019, but I wasn\u2019t screaming as I didn\u2019t hear my scream, I only saw it move through the room, as one sees a seemingly foreign hand moving silently in front of a mirror, in the dark, powdered in quicksilver and one\u2019s eyes suddenly tell one that hand belongs to you and you shudder at the sight of that incredible, phosphorescent white hand watching you from the no longer existing mirror\u2026that hand has acquired an autonomous existence and it\u2019s out to get you like a boomerang, so my voice, ripped out from my throat, was heading towards me through that vagus-nerves-woven corridor where that huge hand full of crammed fireflies\u2026I wanted to scream again, like at the cinema theatres when you see the train coming towards you, suddenly taking up the entire Black cloth, marching into the hall, its wheels oozing in the dense darkness cloaking you, but you still feel them passing through you, just like I felt that hand craftily and delicately passing through, while my voice had utterly frozen\u2026I was seized again by that pleasure, that perverse pleasure at the neighbourhood cinema when I\u2019d grope 15-year-old chicks under their skirts, without even knowing why, perhaps the act that could unfold only to the extent of the fledgling fluff continued in the train flashing over us and I\u2019d imagine it severing her, her loose hair, on the shiny rails reflected by the green White, hallucinatory desert in Him, desert surrounding me now with cattish steps, seeking to absorb any resistance I might have using that scalpel, emitting a light brighter than I could bear\u2026<\/p>\n

I wake up. \u2018You impostor! You infamous, good-for-nothing doctor!\u2019 I go on, that is my holy philosophy \u2013 where questions lash out and shadow lingers, there is no room left for answers…the place is burnt dry, Black, Black, Black…<\/p>\n

\u2018Well…no!\u2019 she said. I had already gotten bored with her incessantly imaginary refusal and I wished to have bitten yet again those lips almost ripe in the blazing sunlight scorching the plates in the hot summer days when one feels the rain wraiths trickling through the roof when it seems it won\u2019t rain and etc\u2026<\/p>\n

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