{"id":3392,"date":"2021-12-07T10:55:17","date_gmt":"2021-12-07T07:55:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=3392"},"modified":"2021-12-13T10:23:25","modified_gmt":"2021-12-13T07:23:25","slug":"best-post-apocalyptic-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=3392","title":{"rendered":"Best Post-Apocalyptic Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Florentin Popa, Dezintegrare, OMG Publishing<\/em>, 2021<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u00centre poe\u021bii tineri, Florentin Popa mi se pare unul dintre cei mai substan\u021biali, orgoliul s\u0103u de identificare av\u00e2nd o acoperire autentic\u0103, semn al unei personalit\u0103\u021bi \u00een ofensiv\u0103, lucid\u0103, deschis\u0103 acumul\u0103rilor filtrate cu fervoare, deseori critic, f\u0103r\u0103 prejudec\u0103\u021bi (\u201ef\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te temi c\u0103 faci nimic gre\u0219it\u201d), un spirit antren\u00e2ndu-se f\u0103r\u0103 o\u021biu s\u0103 converteasc\u0103 propria-i singur\u0103tate \u00eentr-un mesaj de solidaritate cu \u201eto\u021bi oamenii singuri\/ atunci c\u00e2nd vor s\u0103 se \u00eendr\u0103gosteasc\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O apocalips\u0103 neacreditat\u0103 canonic, dar \u00een plin\u0103 manifestare fenomenologic\u0103, saturat\u0103 de epifenomene \u0219i de manifest\u0103ri izmorfe pe o scal\u0103 ampl\u0103, de la faptul imediat, fizic ori psihic, p\u00e2n\u0103 la planul mitic-livresc ori cosmic, aceasta e viziunea liric\u0103 din Dezintegrare. <\/em>Poemul titular se aplic\u0103 or\u0103\u0219elului copil\u0103riei revizitat cu v\u0103zul setat (amintind de poetica filmologiei lui Tarkovski) pe focusarea detaliilor purt\u0103toare de morbul ruin\u0103rii, dar aceasta e doar o pies\u0103 de prolog la o \u00eentreag\u0103 simfonie negativ\u0103 a disolu\u021biei apocaliptice. Angoasa e ubicu\u0103 \u0219i poetul \u00eei este cronicar-operator-compozitor, cultiv\u00e2ndu-\u0219i curajul de a privi abisul \u0219i oblig\u00e2ndu-se din toat\u0103 inima s\u0103 exerseze tandre\u021bea liric\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de aceast\u0103 realitate ce \u00eel consum\u0103, infatigabil\u0103: \u201erealitatea asta se cuvine \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at\u0103\u201d, fluxul vie\u021bii cotidiene, cu evenimentele sentimentale ale convie\u021buirii \u00een cuplu, cu momentele imprevizibile ale unei ilumin\u0103ri, cu \u201etoate celelalte frumuse\u021bi timide ale acestui p\u0103m\u00e2nt\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Poet veritabil, cu o sensibilitate \u0219i o inteligen\u021b\u0103 deopotriv\u0103 bogate \u0219i neadormite, cu o rar\u0103 capacitate de imagina\u021bie verbal\u0103 (\u201eochii sincretici ai limbii\u201d), cu o poft\u0103 salutar\u0103 de a \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219i liric aventurile sale perceptive, reflexive \u0219i poietice, Florentin Popa se exploateaz\u0103 \u201ecu inima deznodat\u0103 de triste\u021be\/ \u0219i t\u00e2nguire\u201d, dar, \u00een pofida tuturor agresiunilor dizolvante ale realit\u0103\u021bii, nu se consider\u0103 un oropsit al vie\u021bii, dimpotriv\u0103, socotindu-se \u2013 cu umor \u0219i ironie \u2013 un norocos, de vreme ce, cu delicii livre\u0219ti, poate consulta, fie \u0219i imaginar, \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103turile arhaice ale unui bodhisattva comunal, posesor, acesta, al c\u0103r\u021bii lini\u0219tii<\/em>, din care extrage o \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103tur\u0103 axiomatic\u0103: \u201elini\u0219te se face c\u00e2nd gole\u0219ti\/ via\u021ba de lucruri \u0219i apoi de oameni\/ \u0219i-apoi de mare parte din cuvinte, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd\/ r\u0103m\u00e2ne via\u021ba str\u00e2ns\u0103 str\u00e2mt pe tine: asta-i lini\u0219tea\u201d. Din categoria aceasta a lep\u0103d\u0103rii de lucruri\/oameni\/cuvinte fac parte, \u00eentr-un mod mai acut, poemele construite experimental dup\u0103 reguli consacrate \u00een atelierul constituit de micro-platforma cultural\u0103 (sintagma \u00eei apar\u021bine tocmai fondatorului ei) \u201eMafia sonetelor\u201d, elabor\u00e2nd texte \u00een care ofer\u0103 lexicului iluzia unei libert\u0103\u021bi inocente, dar care libertate nu face dec\u00e2t s\u0103 ascund\u0103, cu astu\u021bie, laborioase exerci\u021bii de rafinare a sensurilor poetice. Nu e doar o libertate dificil\u0103 ci \u0219i un demers programatic, de parc\u0103 poetul ar da curs unui sfat al lui John Cage: \u201ePrivi\u021bi totul. Nu \u00eenchide\u021bi ochii \u00een fa\u021ba lumii. Privi\u021bi \u0219i deveni\u021bi curio\u0219i \u0219i interesa\u021bi de cea ce este de v\u0103zut.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ca un Walt Whitman, nu al firelor de iarb\u0103 ci al firelor din complicata aparatur\u0103 electronic\u0103 pe care o st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u0219te ca un \u0219aman, Florentin Popa e un voluptos al acumul\u0103rilor patetice, al recept\u0103rii mesajelor (ostentative ori ascunse) venind spre senzorii fiin\u021bei sale expandate prin uzul tehnicii electronice (un efect textual fiind opulen\u021ba termenilor specifici acesteia, pe care un cititor comun e nevoit s\u0103 \u0219i-i \u00eensu\u0219easc\u0103 din mers), cu pasaje de sentimentalism asumat: \u201ete-am visat din nou bunico\/ de\u0219irai broboane de struguri \u0219i le ap\u0103sai \u00een p\u00e2ine\/ \u0219i \u021bi-am promis c\u0103 o s\u0103 fie bine la cluj\/ c\u0103 nu o s\u0103 mor \u00eentre unguri\/ c\u0103 o s\u0103-\u021bi aduc p\u00e2ine cu cartofi\/ \u0219i te-am m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat pe frunte sub bol\u021bi de agurid\u0103\/ st\u00e2ngaci, aproape \u0219col\u0103re\u0219te\/ \u0219i \u021bi-am strivit pome\u021bii \u0219i \u021bi-am ap\u0103sat p\u0103rul pe cre\u0219tet\/ ca pe o feti\u0219can\u0103 \u00een ultima zi de tab\u0103r\u0103 \u0219tiind c\u0103\/ nu o s\u0103 te mai v\u0103d cur\u00e2nd c\u00e2ndva\/ vreodat\u0103<\/em>\u201d, dar \u0219i cu ample construc\u021bii poematice doldora de trimiteri la orizonturi c\u0103rtur\u0103re\u0219ti ori realit\u0103\u021bi din Orientul \u00eendep\u0103rtat (aici abund\u0103 termenii, simbolurile, personajele acelui continent cultural), de o materialitate fantasmatic\u0103, fluid\u0103, uneori surrealist\u0103 \u201eca \u0219i cum asculta la c\u0103\u0219ti de neodim\/ \u0219i egoism \u00eentregul univers\u201d, cu salvatoare interven\u021bii ludice ori ironice atunci c\u00e2nd ,,dicteul\u201d (generat de \u201enoaptea asta \u00een care trecem prin toate st\u0103rile psihice posibile \u00een bezn\u0103 melismatic\u0103\u201d) risc\u0103 s\u0103 se cantoneze \u00een gravitate \u0219i emfaz\u0103 vizionarist\u0103: \u201eSARAK_INYMA_MEA 60BPM_HARDDUB_RMX BY,NYIMAMA3A\/ pentru mine f\u00fcr elise \u2013 <\/em>nu pentru tine, eliza\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Roata soarelui <\/em>este una dintre marile reu\u0219ite ale acestui volum, un poem ce poate ocupa un loc sigur \u00eentre realiz\u0103rile nu doar ale celei mai tinere poezii rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, o construc\u021bie ce, aliment\u00e2ndu-se din iubirea ce excedeaz\u0103 sufletul, g\u0103se\u0219te timp \u0219i resurse pentru excelente acumul\u0103ri ale realului tr\u0103it \u00een imagini frapante: \u201eo mie de raze prinse \u00een c\u00e2rje\/ tumuli de diademe plesnite ag\u0103\u021bate \u00een colivie\/ l\u0103custe adormite \u00een mieji de p\u00e2ine\/ \u0219i r\u0103coarea ciudat\u0103 a cenu\u0219ii \u00een care \u021b\u00e2r\u00e2ie greieri;\/ apa amor\u021bit\u0103 \u00een c\u0103ni, mustul\/ \u00eemping\u00e2nd dopuri de plut\u0103\/ \u0219i m\u0103m\u0103liga prinz\u00e2nd coaj\u0103 sub \u0219tergar\/ puiul de g\u0103in\u0103 olog care uit\u0103 s\u0103 mai \u021bipe\/ \u0219i picote\u0219te din picioare a\u0219tept\u00e2nd orice fel de moarte\/ pe c\u00e2nd ceilal\u021bi lungesc g\u00e2turi moi \u00een somn\u201d, a\u0219 cita cu pl\u0103cere in extenso <\/em>dar mai bine \u00eendemn cititorul s\u0103 deschid\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 parcurg\u0103 aceast\u0103 dezintegrare <\/em>a lui Florentin Popa (recomand \u021b\u0103rmuri de trandafiri<\/em>, Hennessey & Sailor Moon<\/em>, \u00e9veils inf\u00e2m<\/em>, triste\u021bea<\/em>) asigur\u00e2ndu-l c\u0103 va avea o \u00eent\u00e2lnire fast\u0103 cu poezia unui poet autentic, capabil s\u0103 salveze \u2013 liric, fire\u0219te \u2013 lumea, chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u201efrumuse\u021bea\/ \u00eencepe s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103gineasc\u0103 \u00een absurd<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Poet veritabil, cu o sensibilitate \u0219i o inteligen\u021b\u0103 deopotriv\u0103 bogate \u0219i neadormite, cu o rar\u0103 capacitate de imagina\u021bie verbal\u0103 (\u201eochii sincretici ai limbii\u201d), cu o poft\u0103 salutar\u0103 de a \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u0219i liric aventurile sale perceptive, reflexive \u0219i poietice, Florentin Popa se exploateaz\u0103 \u201ecu inima deznodat\u0103 de triste\u021be\/ \u0219i t\u00e2nguire\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":3393,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[56,52],"tags":[757,756,8,642,68],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-3392","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poeti-in-carti","category-rubrici","tag-dezintegrare","tag-florentin-popa","tag-ioan-moldovan","tag-nr-7-8-2021","tag-poeti-in-carti"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/12\/Florentin-Popa-Dezintegrare.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3392","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3392"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3392\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3617,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3392\/revisions\/3617"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3393"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3392"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3392"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3392"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcoauthors&post=3392"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}