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Programat:<\/span>
\n“Caragiale n-a murit. Caragiale nu poate sa moara… Ostenit de atata zbucium, doarme cu fata in sus… incet sa nu-l desteptam… desprins din unda divina, oprit o clipa intre noi, geniu reversibil, se intoarce in splendorile misterelor de unde ne vor veni geniile… ” ~ Barbu Stefanescu Delavrancea<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Nu exista poezie buna si poezie proasta; doar ca unele versuri rezoneaza in mai multe minti\/suflete, altele in mai putine. Ca de obicei, m-as bucura sa ma contraziceti, sa ma completati ori, pur si simplu, sa propuneti Versurile de joi pentru saptamana viitoare. <\/p>\n

A fost, pe rand: sufleor, copist, corector, redactor, revizor scolar, functionar la Regia Monopolurilor, director general al teatrelor, registrator la aceeasi Regie a Monopolurilor, comentator politic si patron de berarie. A scris la gazeta, a fost dramaturg, nuvelist, pamfletar. Cand (si cum) si-a mai facut vreme sa scrie si poezii? Dupa cum vedeti mai jos, e poezie adevarata, nu trei surcele.<\/em>
\nAm ales pentru azi, 29 octombrie, poemul Versuri<\/strong>:<\/p>\n

Ce-mi spui de poezie, d-acea chimer\u0103 trist\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd lumea d-ast\u0103zi, rece \u015fi materialist\u0103,
\n\u00ce\u015fi r\u00e2de de chimere \u015fi de puterea lor?
\nCredin\u0163ele d-acuma condamn\u0103 poezia
\nCa r\u0103t\u0103cirea, crima, p\u0103catul, erezia
\nCe merit\u0103 s\u0103 poarte dispre\u0163ul tuturor.<\/p>\n

Ascult\u0103-m\u0103 \u015fi crede: de vei sim\u0163i vrodat\u0103
\nC\u0103 pieptul t\u0103u nutre\u015fte sc\u00e2nteia cea sacrat\u0103,
\nS\u0103 \u015ftii c\u0103 mizerabil vei trece pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt;
\n\u00cen timpurile noastre, dec\u00e2t s\u0103 c\u00e2n\u0163i, mai bine
\nDe pietre sparge-\u0163i lira \u015f-apoi sufoc\u0103-n tine
\nFugoasa-\u0163i inspirare \u015fi-al t\u0103u nebun av\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

De-acum, st\u0103i noaptea singur, cite\u015fte, studiaz\u0103,
\n\u015ei de veghiare palid, mereu, mereu vegheaz\u0103,
\nPlecat pe c\u0103r\u0163i b\u0103tr\u00e2ne consum\u0103-\u0163i anii to\u0163i,
\nSacrific\u0103-\u0163i vederea, c\u0103t\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103-ncetare
\nCa s\u0103 g\u0103se\u015fti ideea funest\u0103 pentru care
\nS-alerge-n valuri sute de mii de sacerdo\u0163i;<\/p>\n

Obiectul ei s\u0103 fie, desigur, omenirea,
\nIar scopul, abrutirea, mizeria, t\u00e2mpirea!
\n\u2014 Acolo sacerdo\u0163ii cu to\u0163i vor a\u0163inti. \u2014
\nIdeea ta p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00een lung \u015fi-n lat s\u0103-ncing\u0103,
\nPrin vorb\u0103 sau prin spad\u0103, cu-ncetul ea s-ating\u0103
\n\u015ei polul miaz\u0103noapte \u015fi polul miaz\u0103zi.<\/p>\n

Sau, nu! Munce\u015fte-\u0163i mintea, g\u00e2nde\u015fte-te, combin\u0103,
\nInvent\u0103-o monstruoas\u0103, teribil\u0103 machin\u0103,
\nConcepere fatal\u0103, ce, demn-a se chema
\nFlagelul omenirei, pornind \u00eentr-o clipire,
\nCa fulgerul, turbat\u0103 \u015fi numai c-o lovire
\nArmate formidabili s\u0103 poat\u0103 sf\u0103r\u00e2ma.<\/p>\n

Atunci tiranii lumei, v\u0103z\u00e2nd a ta lucrare,
\nVor alerga cu to\u0163ii s\u0103-\u0163i dea, prin admirare,
\nAveri, m\u0103riri \u015fi nume, s-ajungi nemuritor:
\nIar bietele popoare, nenum\u0103rabili brute,
\nT\u00e2mpite d-o nedemn\u0103 \u015fi lung\u0103 servitute,<\/p>\n

Te vor m\u0103ri, fii sigur, ca \u015fi tiranii lor.<\/p>\n

Adesea m\u0103 concentru \u015fi cuget cum, odat\u0103,
\n\u00cen Grecia, mul\u0163imea, de c\u00e2ntu-\u0163i f\u0103rmecat\u0103,
\nT\u0103cut\u0103, str\u00e2ns\u0103-n juru-\u0163i, Omere, te-asculta
\nA\u015fa, b\u0103tr\u00e2n rapsode!\u2026 \u015ei te numea Poetul,
\nC\u0103ci \u00eentre to\u0163i mortaliitu posedai secretul
\nCum se-nstruneaz\u0103 lira, cum trebui a c\u00e2nta.<\/p>\n

Erai b\u0103tr\u00e2n, dar m\u00e2ndru; pe fruntea ta senin\u0103
\nLucea-n splendoarea toat\u0103 sc\u00e2nteia cea divin\u0103
\nCe zeii, spre-a lor fal\u0103, voiser\u0103 s\u0103-\u0163i dea.
\nUmblai dup\u0103-nt\u00e2mplare, \u015fi numai a ta muz\u0103
\n\u015ei cultul ce-\u0163i dau grecii le-aveai drept c\u0103l\u0103uz\u0103:
\nOrb, tu nu vedeai lumea, dar lumea te vedea.<\/p>\n

Rapsode, vino \u015fi-ast\u0103zi, \u015fi, de mai po\u0163i, te-nspir\u0103,
\nTe-ncearc\u0103 s\u0103 mai farmeci mul\u0163imea cu-a ta lir\u0103
\n\u015ei cu sc\u00e2nteia sacr\u0103 ce-aveai pe fruntea ta
\nDac-ai tr\u0103i, desigur, \u0163i-ai renega \u015fi muza,
\n\u015ei geniul, \u015fi lira, \u015fi mut\u0103 \u0163i-ar fi buza;
\nM\u00e2nia lui Achile m\u0103 jur de-ai mai c\u00e2nta.<\/p>\n

C\u0103ci de cumva, b\u0103tr\u00e2ne, nevr\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u015ftii de lume,
\nC\u00e2nt\u00e2nd, ai vrea \u015fi-acuma s\u0103 sapi frumosu-\u0163i nume
\nPe-a timpilor etern\u0103 column\u0103 de granit,
\nAmar \u0163i-ar fi pl\u0103tit\u0103 sublima nebunie:
\nMul\u0163imea, f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103, \u0163i-ar zice-n ironie
\n\u015ei f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te-asculte: \u201cS\u0103rmanul e smintit!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u015ei chiar daca p-alocuri, prin lung\u0103 c\u0103utare,
\nS-ar mai g\u0103si fiin\u0163e ce sacra ta c\u00e2ntare
\nAr mai putea-n\u0163elege \u015fi-ar mai putea sim\u0163i,
\nInvidia nedemn\u0103, barbar\u0103 \u015fi perfid\u0103,
\nOri ignoran\u0163a crud\u0103, profan\u0103 \u015fi stupid\u0103
\n\u2014 Virtu\u0163ile moderne \u2013 pe loc te-ar amu\u0163i.<\/p>\n

Ce-mi spui de poezie, de-acea chimer\u0103 trist\u0103,
\nC\u00e2nd lumea d-ast\u0103zi, rece \u015fi materialist\u0103,
\n\u00ce\u015fi r\u00e2de de chimere \u015fi de puterea lor?
\nCredin\u0163ele d-acuma condamn\u0103 poezia
\nCa r\u0103t\u0103cirea, crima, p\u0103catul, erezia
\nCe merit\u0103 s\u0103 poarte dispre\u0163ul tutulor.<\/p>\n

(Amicului C.D.)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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