M-a l\u0103sat \u00een lumina lum\u00e2n\u0103rii<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Vine t\u00e2n\u0103rul ei somoros<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u015ei zice<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Ce scrii, poeme?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Ce pot s\u0103 scriu? Poeme. E jalnic?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Nuuuu! zice el milos, dar e frig\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n (Hohoteam \u00een scris)<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u015ei un alt poem:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201eSe deschide u\u015fa \u015fi sunt<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n v\u0103zut scriind aici\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n (Sperietur\u0103)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ca s\u0103 nu le scriu eu, am luat textele acestea de pe unde le-am g\u0103sit. Le-am g\u0103sit gata scrise \u00een cartea \u00censemn\u0103ri primitive<\/em> de Ioan Moldovan (Limes,<\/strong> 2005). Anul apari\u0163iei c\u0103r\u0163ii e facultativ, poate fi \u015fi 2010 \u0219i 2025.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00cemportant e c\u0103, mai devreme sau mai t\u00e2rziu, poetul e prins \u00een flagrant delict. E prins scriind \u015fi e for\u0163at s\u0103 recunoasc\u0103 c\u0103 asta face. Copiii \u00ee\u015fi caut\u0103 tot felul de refugii ca s\u0103 se joace: pun p\u0103turi pe spetezele scaunelor \u0219i-\u0219i fac o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103 semiobscur\u0103, se ascund sub mese sau, la \u0163ar\u0103, \u00een podul grajdului. Ei cred c\u0103 via\u0163a e imitarea vie\u0163ii, iar asta e un mister. Imitarea vie\u0163ii se face \u00een spa\u0163ii mici, protejate. Poetul crede c\u0103 imitarea vie\u0163ii e via\u0163a \u015fi asta e un mister. Poemul e \u015fi el un spa\u0163iu mic, iar asta e un mister mare. Poetul nostru scrie: \u201eIarna, iarna\/ M-a l\u0103sat \u00een lumina lum\u00e2n\u0103rii\u201d. Nu pune semnul exclam\u0103rii, c\u0103ci ar fi frivol s\u0103-\u0163i tr\u0103dezi bucuria. Ar fi frivol \u015fi periculos. Ca \u015fi cum ai solicita un viol. Noi vom citi astfel: \u201e\u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit e frig, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit s-a luat curentul, sunt izolat: pot oficia\u201d. El nu spune, cum ar fi normal, eminescian: \u201ela lumina lum\u00e2n\u0103rii\u201d. El spune: \u201e\u00een lumina lum\u00e2n\u0103rii\u201d. Adic\u0103 \u00een\u0103untrul luminii lum\u00e2n\u0103rii, \u00een globul ei. \u00cen \u201esticla de lamp\u0103\u201d, ar scrie Alexandru Vlad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nu cred c\u0103 putem citi din \u00eentrebarea \u201eE jalnic?\u201d un sentiment de ru\u015fine. Mai degrab\u0103 unul de triste\u0163e. Un mod de a-i traduce t\u00e2n\u0103rului, Har Domnului!, \u201esomnoros\u201d, buimac, intrat, din gre\u015feal\u0103, \u00een lumina lum\u00e2n\u0103rii, ca s\u0103 bea ap\u0103, s\u0103 zicem, ceva pe \u00een\u0163elesul lui, ceva care s\u0103 nu-i strice somnul. \u201eE jalnic?\u201d e o \u00eentrebare de polite\u0163e. O \u00eentrebare grijulie. Dup\u0103 cum \u015fi partea asta de conversa\u021bie (\u201eCe pot s\u0103 scriu? Poeme.\u201d) tot sub semnul triste\u0163ii st\u0103. A\u015f traduce replica aceasta cam a\u015fa: \u201eAltceva nu \u015ftiu s\u0103 fac. Sunt un om aproape b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u015fi altceva nu \u015ftiu s\u0103 fac! M-ai surprins f\u0103c\u00e2nd ceea ce fac de o via\u0163\u0103.\u201d Dac\u0103 ar fi lungit discu\u0163ia, dac\u0103 i-ar fi citit t\u00e2n\u0103rului un vers, unul singur, treaba s-ar fi putut termina prost de tot, cu o ceart\u0103. Exact ca \u00een anecdota cu Ion care vrea s\u0103 lege coada vacii de grind\u0103, ca s\u0103 o poat\u0103 mulge mai comod, iar pe c\u00e2nd f\u0103cea opera\u0163iunea asta, urcat pe sc\u0103unel, \u00eei cad pantalonii. M\u0103ria \u00eel surprinde \u015fi \u00eel \u00eentreab\u0103 (la fel cum \u00eel \u00eentreab\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103rul somnoros pe poet): \u201eCe faci!\u201d \u201eVreau s\u0103 fac sex cu vaca, c\u0103 dac\u0103-\u0163i spun c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 o mulg, nu m\u0103 crezi!\u201d r\u0103spunde Ion. Spun\u00e2nd \u00eens\u0103 \u201eScriu poeme\u201d, scandalul e evitat. Poetul recunoa\u015fte dintru \u00eenceput c\u0103 face sex. T\u00e2n\u0103rul cade \u00een capcana polite\u0163ii. \u201eNu e nici un bai, zice el, dar e cam frig!\u201d \u015ei pleac\u0103. \u201eBoule, tocmai asta vreau!\u201d o fi murmurat poetul printre din\u0163i, dup\u0103 ce u\u015fa s-a \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Iertat s\u0103 fiu c\u0103 m-am luat cu vorba! Aproape era s\u0103 cad \u015fi eu \u00een capcana lui Ioan Moldovan. \u00cen fond \u00een primul poem e vorba despre ce e scris, mai grozav, mai nemilos, \u00een cel de-al doilea poem, despre sperietura pe care o trage poetul. E vorba despre zv\u00e2cnirea aceea incontrolabil\u0103 \u015fi extrem de nepl\u0103cut\u0103 a \u00eentregului t\u0103u corp, despre spaima scurt\u0103, de o secund\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (Pentru deliciul celor care prefer\u0103 o lectur\u0103 din poezia lui Ioan Moldovan cu uneltele criminalistului, le sugerez s\u0103 adauge la primul poem versul \u201eO s-o scriu \u015fi-o s-o stric\u201d. Asta spune clar c\u0103 totu\u015fi e vorba de o infrac\u0163iune! Lectura aceasta e pur facultativ\u0103, cum se spune la \u015fcoal\u0103, e \u201esuplimentar\u0103\u201d).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Revenind, \u00een poemul al doilea, preferatul meu, sperietura e pur\u0103. Aici nu mai avem de-a face cu un jurnal de situa\u0163ii nepl\u0103cute, cu povestiri de groaz\u0103. U\u015fa nu s-a deschis, ca \u00een primul poem. Aici \u201eu\u015fa se deschide\u201d. Asta \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 se deschide ne\u00eencetat. Poetul nu spune, de exemplu, c\u0103 \u201eu\u015fa se deschide c\u00e2nd \u0163i-e lumea mai drag\u0103\u201d. Aici \u201ec\u00e2nd \u0163i-e lumea mai drag\u0103\u201d nu exist\u0103. Aici \u00eentreruperea e continu\u0103. \u015ei, drept urmare, nepl\u0103cerea despre care vorbeam mai sus, zv\u00e2cnetul acela dureros, e ne\u00eentrerupt\u0103. Nici m\u0103car nu exist\u0103 un personaj pe care s\u0103-l trimi\u0163i la plimbare, mai mult sau mai pu\u0163in politicos. Aici \u201eelementul surpriz\u0103\u201d se transform\u0103 \u00een \u201eelementul supraveghere\u201d. Aici e iadul. Ioan Moldovan nu scrie \u201esunt surprins\u201d, ci \u201esunt v\u0103zut\u201d. E un prezent continuu, o vedere de care nu scapi, ca de r\u00e2ie. Un verb f\u0103r\u0103 nasturi la timp. Care e urmat de un altul, tot descheiat la nasturi, un verb ce scr\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte ca o roat\u0103 de car \u00eempiedicat\u0103 cu lan\u0163ul, pe un drum pietruit: \u201escriind\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cu asta \u00eens\u0103 nu am ajuns la cordul poemului. Groz\u0103via sperieturii st\u0103 \u00een \u201eaici\u201d. Unde \u201eaici\u201d, \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, la c\u00e2rcium\u0103, \u00een parc, la bibliotec\u0103? Poetul ne las\u0103 cu buzele umflate, mofluzi. Adic\u0103 nu ne d\u0103 \u015fanse s\u0103 zburd\u0103m: \u201eaici\u201d nu poate \u00eensemna dec\u00e2t \u201eaici \u015fi acum\u201d. Adic\u0103, adic\u0103 \u00een cartea \u015fi \u00een poemul pe care tocmai \u00eel ai sub ochi. Poemul tocmai se scrie, sub ochii t\u0103i. Iar tu, ca un nesim\u0163it, sperii poetul!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gata, m\u0103 opresc! 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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n IOAN MOLDOVAN<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu sunt real dec\u00e2t \u00een poezie\u201d<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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