{"id":9516,"date":"2023-12-20T14:30:13","date_gmt":"2023-12-20T11:30:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=9516"},"modified":"2023-12-20T16:48:24","modified_gmt":"2023-12-20T13:48:24","slug":"being-ion-muresan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=9516","title":{"rendered":"Being<\/i> Ion Mure\u0219an"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ion Mure\u0219an, Introducere \u00een poezie<\/em>, Charmides, Bistri\u021ba, 2023<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Pornim de la urm\u0103toarea aser\u021biune: un poem de Ion Mure\u0219an e un poem de Ion Mure\u0219an. Dac\u0103 accept\u0103m valoarea de adev\u0103r a acestui enun\u021b, atunci lucrurile intr\u0103 \u00eentr-o logic\u0103 absolut\u0103. Pentru c\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd spui Ion Mure\u0219an, te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti automat la unul dintre pu\u021binii optzeci\u0219ti care au reu\u0219it schimbarea paradigmei poetice dup\u0103 \u0219aizecism; un poet care a f\u0103cut transferul de la revirimentul estetic al genera\u021biei \u201960 la ludicul (cu tot ce \u021bine de acesta: ironie, autoironie, dinamitarea locurilor comune ale liricii \u201emari\u201d etc.) care avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 marc\u0103 definitorie a genera\u021biei \u201980. Cumulat cu faptul c\u0103 poetul \u00ee\u0219i public\u0103 volumele de poezie la distan\u021be mari de timp unul de cel\u0103lalt, avem premisa unui portret legendar, nu mai pu\u021bin spectaculos. Tocmai de aceea, un poem ratat al lui Ion Mure\u0219an nu e orice poem ratat: e un poem care se transform\u0103 \u00een meta-poezie, tocmai prin faptul c\u0103 refuz\u0103 s\u0103 o con\u021bin\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am scris cele mai sus pentru c\u0103, \u00een Introducere \u00een poezie<\/em>, cel mai recent volum al s\u0103u, exist\u0103 o alternan\u021b\u0103 a poemelor care-\u021bi taie respira\u021bia cu buc\u0103\u021bi care te uimesc prin faptul c\u0103 efectul pe care-l a\u0219tep\u021bi nu apare nici m\u0103car \u00een final (deseori revelator). Pare c\u0103 poetul s-a plictisit s\u0103 intre \u00een substan\u021ba banalului aparent \u0219i se mul\u021bume\u0219te s\u0103 brodeze, \u00een stilul dicteului automat, \u00een marginea lui. Altfel nu se explic\u0103 de ce ironia liric\u0103 din finalul poeziei \u201eOm beat \u00een p\u0103dure\u201d nu-\u0219i atinge poten\u021bialul demistificator: \u201eAcest om este foarte frumos \u00eembr\u0103cat:\/ pantofi de lac,\/ pantaloni de stof\u0103 englezeasc\u0103,\/ c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103,\/ p\u0103l\u0103rie neagr\u0103 pe cap.\/ Dar el este foarte beat.\/ El trece cl\u0103tin\u00e2ndu-se prin p\u0103dure.\/ Are \u00eentr-o m\u00e2n\u0103 o butelie de vin ro\u0219u\/ cu care love\u0219te \u00een dreapta \u0219i \u00een st\u00e2nga\/ \u00een trunchiurile copacilor.\/ El \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 aud\u0103\/ minunatul sunet al lipsei de sens\/ a vie\u021bii sale\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pe de alt\u0103 parte, atunci c\u00e2nd decorul redevine familiar, Ion Mure\u0219an intr\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat \u00een poezia care l-a consacrat. \u201ePoem despre cele ce nu se v\u0103d\u201d este o splendid\u0103 incursiune \u00eentr-un imaginar poetic de o rar\u0103 suple\u021be \u0219i frumuse\u021be. Durerea de a \u00een\u021belege c\u0103 nu \u00eentotdeauna inten\u021bia liric\u0103 se poate transforma \u00eentr-un mesaj inteligibil pentru cei din fa\u021ba ta na\u0219te \u00een orgoliul autorului o dorin\u021b\u0103 de anihilare. E aici o \u00eentreag\u0103 ars poetica<\/em>, un text aproape programatic \u0219i, a\u0219 spune, perfect: \u201eNori grei, nori de plastilin\u0103, nori viole\u021bi,\/ deasupra c\u00e2rciumii \u00een care eu stau la mas\u0103 cu oameni str\u0103ini\/ (c\u0103ci prietenii mei, unul dup\u0103 altul, au murit).\/ Stau cu capul \u00een palme \u0219i mimez c\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc,\/ mimez c\u0103 sunt \u00eendurerat,\/ c\u0103 mintea mea e plin\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri profunde \u0219i idei importante.\/ Dar eu nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la nimic.\/ Oricum pentru cele ce nu se v\u0103d sunt dovezi firave:\/ cei care stau la mas\u0103 cu mine aud din urechea mea st\u00e2ng\u0103,\/ ca dintr-un difuzor,\/ b\u00e2z\u00e2itul unui roi de \u021b\u00e2n\u021bari,\/ cei care stau la mas\u0103 cu mine aud din urechea mea dreapt\u0103,\/ ca dintr-un difuzor,\/ or\u0103c\u0103it de broa\u0219te,\/ cei care stau la mas\u0103 cu mine \u00eemi v\u0103d p\u0103rul lung \u0219i ro\u0219u\/ cum unduie\u0219te \u0219i fo\u0219ne\u0219te ca trestia \u00eentr-o mla\u0219tin\u0103.\/ Dar eu, cu capul \u00een palme \u0219i cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i\/ v\u0103d doar o feti\u021b\u0103 \u00een rochie albastr\u0103,\/ cu pulpele zg\u00e2riate \u0219i genunchi zg\u00e2ria\u021bi:\/ st\u0103 ghemuit\u0103 \u00een iarb\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 un lan de gr\u00e2u.\/ Cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 caut\u0103 ceva \u00eentr-un co\u0219 de nuiele\/ plin cu flori de cicoare\/ \u0219i pl\u00e2nge.\/ Atunci mimez c\u0103 m\u0103 ridic de la mas\u0103 \u0219i pornesc pe un drum lung\/ mimez c\u0103 merg \u00eenspre cas\u0103, mimez c\u0103 m\u0103 clatin.\/ Pe marginea drumului \u00een \u0219an\u021b, v\u0103d un ghem de sfoar\u0103 groas\u0103,\/ un ghem galben.\/ \u00cel iau \u0219i \u00eel pun \u00een buzunar.\/ Aproape, \u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219ul p\u0103durii,\/ aproape, \u00een h\u0103\u021bi\u0219ul min\u021bii mele\/ sp\u00e2nzuratul se leag\u0103n\u0103,\/ se leag\u0103n\u0103\/ se leag\u0103n\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Pare c\u0103 poetul s-a plictisit s\u0103 intre \u00een substan\u021ba banalului aparent \u0219i se mul\u021bume\u0219te s\u0103 brodeze, \u00een stilul dicteului automat, \u00een marginea lui.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Ion Mure\u0219an merge \u00eenc\u0103 \u0219i mai departe \u00een acest demers. \u00cen \u201eDezagregarea\u201d, de pild\u0103, \u201edes\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irea\u201d e sim\u021bit\u0103 ca o complet\u0103 rupere a min\u021bii de rostire. Idealul, din acest punct de vedere, este o incongruen\u021b\u0103 total\u0103 dintre interior<\/em> \u0219i exterior<\/em>. Poetul vrea ca \u0219i el, la r\u00e2ndul lui, s\u0103 fie surprins de rodul propriei sale imagina\u021bii, rod pe care s\u0103-l \u00eent\u00e2mpine cu entuziasm \u0219i curiozitate, ca un receptor extern, str\u0103in de efortul creator: \u201eNu pentru c\u0103 nu a\u0219 avea altceva mai bun de f\u0103cut\/ lucrez la des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219irea mea,\/ dar m-am s\u0103turat s\u0103 spun ceea ce vreau s\u0103 spun.\/ Idealul meu este ca atunci c\u00e2nd vreau s\u0103 spun ceva\/ s\u0103 spun altceva,\/ atunci c\u00e2nd vreau s\u0103 scriu o liter\u0103,\/ s\u0103 scriu alt\u0103 liter\u0103.\/ Idealul meu este s\u0103 dezagreg mecanismul acesta perfect\/ \u0219i hidos ca un diamant.\/ S\u0103 tai leg\u0103turile.\/ S\u0103 scot scrierea \u0219i limbajul meu de sub dictatura voin\u021bei mele.\/ Iar eu s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n fragil \u0219i neputincios ca un ou,\/ \u0219i s\u0103 v\u0103d limbajul meu \u0219i scrierea mea cum \u00eenfloresc,\/ cum zburd\u0103 \u0219i cum se joac\u0103 ca ni\u0219te copii liberi \u0219i ferici\u021bi\/ \u00eentr-un lighean mare cu smal\u021bul cr\u0103pat.\u201d Dorin\u021ba e at\u00e2t de puternic\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t \u2013 folosind o veche metod\u0103 metatextual\u0103 \u2013 autorul vrea s\u0103 se mute \u00een creierul unicului cititor care conteaz\u0103, \u0219i anume al aceluia dispus s\u0103-\u0219i aplece privirea asupra r\u00e2ndurilor care tocmai se desf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba lui: \u201eDar, ca orice poem, \u0219i poemul acesta are nevoie de un singur cititor. A\u0219a c\u0103, cititorule, \u00ee\u021bi \u0219tiu deja numele, m-am mutat \u00een el \u0219i tocmai am terminat de citit poemul.\u201d (\u201ePoem pentru un singur cititor\u201d)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ultimul poem al volumului este, probabil, \u0219i cel mai emo\u021bionant. Versurile cu valoare testamentar\u0103 au o aur\u0103 rural\u0103, a unui timp a\u0219ezat \u00een care lucrurile \u00ee\u0219i pot \u00eendeplini rosturile. Aparentul haos al decorului e factorul declan\u0219ator al unei medita\u021bii despre lini\u0219te, despre \u00eencremenire, despre moarte. Frumuse\u021bea este un construct de dincolo de via\u021ba asta, care \u2013 \u00een mod agasant \u2013 o \u00eempiedic\u0103 \u0219i o saboteaz\u0103. De aceea, totul este des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it abia dup\u0103 ce ni se pare \u201ec\u0103 am murit demult\u201d. Ar merita citat \u00eentregul poem, dar m\u0103 rezum la partea lui final\u0103: \u201eTotul este frumos \u00een toate.\/ \u00cen vale, \u00een sat, lucrurile sunt \u00eenclinate \u0219i se leag\u0103n\u0103\/ \u00een semn de respect pentru cineva.\/ De o parte \u0219i de alta a drumului, mii de p\u0103s\u0103rele c\u00e2nt\u0103\/ un c\u00e2ntec dezorganizat \u0219i agresiv.\/ Se \u00eensereaz\u0103. Soarele e ro\u0219u.\/ Umbra cuiva, nu \u0219tiu a cui, mi se a\u0219eaz\u0103 ca o dantel\u0103\/ pe fa\u021b\u0103.\/ \u0218i e at\u00e2t de frumos de parc\u0103-am murit demult.\u201d (\u201e\u0218i e at\u00e2t de frumos\u201d)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Altern\u00e2nd, cum spuneam, o poezie impecabil\u0103 cu versuri care nu conving, Introducere \u00een poezie<\/em> este, totu\u0219i, un regal literar. Ion Mure\u0219an r\u0103m\u00e2ne un mare poet, \u0219i \u2013 lucrul cel mai important \u2013 are voie s\u0103 fie oricine vrea el s\u0103 fie. Cel mai recent volum o dovede\u0219te cu prisosin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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