{"id":23511,"date":"2015-05-28T12:03:22","date_gmt":"2015-05-28T10:03:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/?p=23511"},"modified":"2015-05-28T12:03:22","modified_gmt":"2015-05-28T10:03:22","slug":"cantece-de-incantat-moartea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/cantece-de-incantat-moartea\/","title":{"rendered":"C\u00e2ntece de \u00eenc\u00e2ntat moartea"},"content":{"rendered":"

Andreea Hede\u015f, Aritmii,<\/em> Editura Neuma, Cluj-Napoca, 2015<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Nu b\u0103nuiam c\u0103 \u00eenzestrata comentatoare literar\u0103 Andreea Hede\u015f este \u015fi un \u00eenzestrat poet. At\u00e2t de \u00eenzestrat \u00eenc\u00e2t risc\u0103 s\u0103-l pun\u0103 \u00een umbr\u0103 pe comentator. Cu at\u00e2t mai bine pentru ea \u015fi pentru poezia rom\u00e2n\u0103! Nu-i cunosc cartea de debut pe care Horia G\u00e2rbea, prefa\u0163atorul proaspetelor Aritmii (Editura Neuma, 2015), o plaseaz\u0103 \u00een zona unei sprin\u0163are inocen\u0163e.<\/p>\n

\u015ei dup\u0103 lectura celei prezente nici nu simt nevoia s\u0103 ies din orizontul poeziei grave, de o vibrant\u0103 expresie, care ne interpeleaz\u0103 din paginile acestui volum pentru a ne aduce aminte c\u0103 \u201emoartea face parte din via\u0163\u0103\u201c, c\u0103 ea ne st\u0103 dintotdeauna \u015fi pentru totdeauna al\u0103turi, celor prin\u015fi \u00een \u201ecle\u015ftele cerp\u0103m\u00e2ntului\u201c (puternic\u0103 imagine!), celor afla\u0163i mereu \u00eentre \u015fi n\u0103zuind a fi \u00eentru, moartea \u201emama noastr\u0103\/ mereu l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi\/ r\u0103bd\u0103toare\/ iert\u0103toare\/ t\u0103cut\u0103\/ f\u0103r\u0103 tihn\u0103\/ f\u0103r\u0103 tr\u0103dare\u201c. Ea maica noastr\u0103 \u201eat\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103\u201c, ea companioana noastr\u0103 de via\u0163\u0103, \u00een care po\u0163i deveni expert \u201edac\u0103 mori \u00eendelung\u201c, dac\u0103 \u00eenve\u0163i lec\u0163ia lui Leopardi c\u0103 \u201ea figura moartea \u00eenseamn\u0103 a restitui omului, m\u0103car pentru o clip\u0103, via\u0163a pe care a pierdut-o\u201c.
\nFiindc\u0103 asta este tulbur\u0103toarea carte a Andreei Hede\u015f, o ars moriendi practicat\u0103 cu dramatic\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2nire de sine, dar cu at\u00e2t mai acut\u0103 sf\u00e2\u015fiere, un drum c\u0103tre transcenden\u0163\u0103, o \u00eenv\u0103\u0163are a \u201elep\u0103d\u0103rii\u201c de sine, o practic\u0103 a fericirii de a fi nemuritor \u00een moartea ta cea \u201ede fiece zi\u201c. Cu st\u0103p\u00e2nire de sine \u015fi cu senin\u0103tate, cu iubire aproape, golind-o de orice terifian\u0163\u0103, eliber\u00e2nd-o de milenara imagine a teribilei doamne cu coasa, pentru a-i restitui frumuse\u0163ea stranie, boreala ei frumuse\u0163e: \u201esub\u0163irime \u015fi str\u0103vezime\/ trupul ei\/ dezgolit\/ \u00een at\u00e2ta lini\u015fte\/ \u00een at\u00e2ta frig\/ dansul ei\/ ea\/ toat\u0103\/ niciodat\u0103 vulgar\u0103\/ invincibil\u0103\/ cine vreodat\u0103\/ a putut s\u0103-i reziste\/ ei\/ cea at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103\u201c.
\nE un ritual, un \u00eendelung exerci\u0163iu care se consum\u0103 \u201e\u00een munci \u015fi zile\u201c, prin \u201eploaia \u015fi roua\u201c iubirii omene\u015fti \u015fi purificatoarele lamenta\u0163ii ale iubirii celeste, pentru a ajunge la c\u00e2ntecele de \u00eenc\u00e2ntat moartea.
\nPrin munci \u015fi zile, a\u015fadar, \u015fi uneori prin nop\u0163i \u00een care \u201eomul lui Dumnezeu\u201c trude\u015fte s\u0103 cure\u0163e lumea, copaci \u015fi f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni, miraje din care se ispite\u015fte r\u0103ul, omul \u00eensetat (de miracol, de adev\u0103r?) pe care poeta \u00eel smulge \u201edin cle\u015ftele cerp\u0103m\u00e2ntului\u201c \u015fi-l \u00eel t\u00e2r\u00e2ie dup\u0103 sine spre o alt\u0103 zare, poate spre biserica de aer \u00een care o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 aduce \u00een spinare visele, poate spre inima ei, ipotetic\u0103 gr\u0103din\u0103 de var\u0103 \u00een care s-ar aghesmui sfin\u0163ii, \u00eens\u0103 real\u0103 \u201egr\u0103din\u0103 englezeasc\u0103 \u00eenainte de ploaie\/ c\u00e2nd fiece boboc murmur\u0103\/ c\u00e2ntarea c\u00e2nt\u0103rilor\u201c. Prin \u201e\u00eenserarea cu umblet de femeie grea\u201c, \u00een dansul t\u0103cerilor de o via\u0163\u0103, c\u00e2ntarea c\u00e2nt\u0103rilor intonat\u0103 prin ploaia \u015fi roua iubirii, cu adora\u0163ie: \u201eIubitul meu este ca marea\/ t\u0103cerile sale se sparg \u00een auz\/ valuri ce mu\u015fc\u0103 \u0163\u0103rmul\/ sunt s\u0103ruturile gurii sale\/ cum pentru scoic\u0103 talazul\/ a\u015fa sunt dezmierd\u0103rile sale\/ ca marea fream\u0103t\u0103 iubitul meu\u201c, cu sf\u00e2\u015fiere: \u201eca o corabie lovit\u0103\/ geme inima mea\u201c, cu d\u0103ruire total\u0103: \u201eA\u015fa cum cade un cap obosit de pe umeri\/ z\u00e2mbind valurilor ce-l poart\u0103\/ ia-m\u0103 de p\u0103r \u015fi t\u00e2r\u0103\u015fte-m\u0103 \u00een lumile tale\/ \u00eenger de pe\u015fter\u0103\/ rotunde h\u0103uri de t\u0103cere \/ din priviri \u00eendelung vom vorbi\/ jilav\u0103 m\u00e2na ta\/ va r\u0103sfira o \u015fuvi\u0163\u0103 de s\u00e2nge\/ \u015fi t\u00e2rziu buzele tale\/ je ne sais pas trahir\/ \u015fi \u00eentunericul fecund…\u201c
\n\u00cens\u0103, cum zice poeta, \u201eUneori toamna\/ nu e de ajuns\/ atunci Preamilostivul\/ \u00eenchide pleoapa\/ \u015fi ninge\u201c. \u015ei prin aceast\u0103 ninsoare care purific\u0103 \u015fi ridic\u0103 iubirea \u00een orizontul celest, ea intoneaz\u0103 o altfel de C\u00e2ntare a C\u00e2nt\u0103rilor, o lamenta\u0163ie\/ laud\u0103 Mirelui Ceresc demn\u0103 de marea poezie mistic\u0103, de o Teresa de Avila, cu o for\u0163\u0103 poetic\u0103 exemplar\u0103, cu acea profunzime metaforic\u0103 pe care se cl\u0103de\u015fte poeticitatea lirismului mistic: \u201ecum stai Tu\/ at\u00e2t de aproape de dragoste\/ \u00een lumina ei\/ eu\/ eu\/ nimic\/ nu mai v\u0103d\/ un v\u00e2rtej m\u0103 danseaz\u0103\/ \u00eempinge \u00een afar\u0103\/ culoarea din s\u00e2nge\/ s\u00e2ngele din fusul de carne\/ \u015fi nev\u0103zut\/ nesim\u0163it\/ ne\u015ftiut\/ r\u0103stimpul\u201c. O lamenta\u0163ie care vorbe\u015fte deopotriv\u0103 despre suferin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi speran\u0163\u0103, o pendulare \u00eentre neiert\u0103toarea fierbere a s\u00e2ngelui care o face s\u0103 cad\u0103 \u201e\u00een dragoste\/ ca-ntr-un h\u0103u clocotind\u201c \u2013 \u015fi-atunci \u201ela ce bun\/ at\u00e2ta lumin\u0103\/ aripi de \u00eenger\/… rugile\u201c \u2013 \u015fi serenitatea abandonului din zari\u015ftea \u201eunde mestecenii ard\/ flac\u0103r\u0103 alb\u0103 \u00eentre fl\u0103c\u0103ri albe\u201c acolo unde \u201ese-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103\/ venirea Ta\u201c. Vie\u0163uire \u00eentre sf\u00e2\u015fietoarea \u00eentrebare: \u201e\u015ei dac\u0103 a\u015f \u015fti\/ dac\u0103 \u00eentr-adev\u0103r a\u015f \u015fti\/ ce Vrei de la mine\/ ar fi mai u\u015for\/ ar fi mai simplu\/ ar durea mai pu\u0163in?\u201c \u015fi ruga aproape christic\u0103: \u201e \u00ce\u0163i spun\/ nu m\u0103 \u00eencerca\/ \u00eencearc\u0103-m\u0103 cu ap\u0103\/ \u00eencearc\u0103-m\u0103 cu foc\/ cu dragoste\/ nu m\u0103 \u00eencerca\u201c. Zbucium neostoit p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een clipa c\u00e2nd se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103 venirea Lui, din care se-alc\u0103tuie\u015fte acest tulbur\u0103tor poem: \u201ebra\u0163ele Tale\/ ridic\u00e2ndu-m\u0103\/ iubirea ta\/ aprinde z\u0103pada\/ \u015fi ghe\u0163urile p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie\/ eu\/ topindu-m\u0103 \u00een Tine\/ din nou\/ din nou acas\u0103\/ \u015fi pl\u00e2ng\/ \u015fi m\u0103 iube\u015fti!, \u015fi m\u0103 trimi\u0163i din nou\/ \u00een lume\/ \u015fi dorul de Tine\/ \u015fi pl\u00e2ng\/ unde e ziua\/ c\u00e2nd nimic\/ nu ne va desp\u0103r\u0163i?\u201c \u00centrebare capital\u0103 pentru subtila trecere pe care poeta o face c\u0103tre acele c\u00e2ntece de \u00eenc\u00e2ntat moartea, purt\u0103toarea de chei ale marii treceri, pe \u201ecea at\u00e2t de frumoas\u0103\u201c. \u201eDespre moarte numai de bine\u201c, chiar dac\u0103 ne sf\u00e2\u015fie spaima, chiar dac\u0103 nu i-am v\u0103zut silueta de ploaie \u015fi cea\u0163\u0103 \u015fi umbr\u0103, \u015fi nu i-am \u201esim\u0163it pe buze mirosul reav\u0103n\u201c, chiar dac\u0103 pare simplu s\u0103 treci dincolo. \u201eDar p\u00e2n\u0103 acolo\/ drumul\/ dar p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci frica\u201c. Fiecare zi cu frica \u015fi cu c\u00e2ntecul ei de \u00eembl\u00e2nzit pe cea ne\u00eenduplecat\u0103, despre aceasta vorbe\u015fte poezia Andreei Hede\u015f. \u201eAi dreptate s\u0103 nu vrei s\u0103 mori\u201c, at\u00e2ta vreme c\u00e2t sufletul se-nc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2neaz\u0103 s\u0103 nu se despart\u0103 de \u201ecuibul lui de piele\u201c, \u201e trupul cuminte\/ permi\u0163\u00e2nd \u00een el\/facerea\/ mor\u0163ii\u201c. Nu e simplu s\u0103 te ba\u0163i pentru \u201eh\u0103lci de via\u0163\u0103\/ care te vor ucide\u201c, s\u0103 treci printre muritori \u201ecare \u00eenc\u0103 mai mor\/ \u015fi cred c\u0103 sunt vii\/ ca un c\u00e2ntec sub fereastr\u0103\/ c\u00e2nd picur\u0103 ploaia\u201c, s\u0103 te prive\u015fti \u00een oglinda mor\u0163ii \u015fi s\u0103 vezi cum e\u015fti cu adev\u0103rat. C\u0103ci moartea face parte din via\u0163\u0103, e aici chiar dac\u0103 pare c\u0103 \u201enimic nu moare\u201c. E aici, prezent\u0103 \u00een nev\u0103zutul ei \u015fi nev\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een prezen\u0163a-i perpetu\u0103, sor\u0103 geam\u0103n\u0103 vie\u0163ii. S-o c\u00e2n\u0163i \u015fi s\u0103-o \u00eenc\u00e2n\u0163i, \u015ftiind bine c\u0103 un asemenea exorcism nu e posibil pentru ea, ci doar pentru acela care \u015ftie c\u0103 orice drum duce spre moarte. E solu\u0163ia pe care ne-o propune Andreea Hede\u015f \u00eentr-un discurs de o maturitate, sobrietate \u015fi for\u0163\u0103 liric\u0103 exemplare.
\nS\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m de sosirea printre noi a unui poet adev\u0103rat, profund, st\u0103p\u00e2n pe mijloacele sale expresive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Andreea Hede\u015f, Aritmii, Editura Neuma, Cluj-Napoca, 2015   Nu b\u0103nuiam c\u0103 \u00eenzestrata comentatoare literar\u0103 Andreea Hede\u015f este \u015fi un \u00eenzestrat poet. At\u00e2t de \u00eenzestrat \u00eenc\u00e2t risc\u0103 s\u0103-l pun\u0103 \u00een umbr\u0103 pe comentator. Cu at\u00e2t mai bine pentru ea \u015fi pentru poezia rom\u00e2n\u0103! Nu-i cunosc cartea de debut pe care Horia G\u00e2rbea, prefa\u0163atorul proaspetelor Aritmii (Editura… Cite\u0219te mai mult »C\u00e2ntece de \u00eenc\u00e2ntat moartea<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8],"tags":[14375,14376],"class_list":["post-23511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cultura-literara","tag-andreea-hedes","tag-aritmii"],"views":1387,"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23511","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23511"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23511\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23512,"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23511\/revisions\/23512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistacultura.ro\/nou\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}