{"id":1777,"date":"2011-02-25T03:02:36","date_gmt":"2011-02-25T01:02:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/?p=1777"},"modified":"2012-01-29T00:05:18","modified_gmt":"2012-01-28T22:05:18","slug":"omul-carte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/2011\/02\/omul-carte\/","title":{"rendered":"Omul-carte"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dac\u0103 v\u0103 aminti\u0163i, am scris mai demult despre un film coreean, Baramnan Gajok<\/a>. Printre replici am redescoperit o \u00een\u015firuire care cred<\/em> c\u0103 se vrea povestea unei piese de teatru:<\/p>\n

All the books were set on fire
\nSo, he set out alone to seek a village with books
\nBut there were no books in the village
\nInstead, the villagers became the books
\nOne was Machiavelli’s “The Prince”
\nAnother, Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot”
\nTwins who were “Pride and
\nPrejudice” part I and II
\nThe protagonist memorized an entire volume
\nand became the book itself
\nHe would recite the book if someone wanted to read it<\/p>\n

In the last scene,
\nan old man on his deathbed with a little boy by his side
\nThe old man recites a line from “Crime and Punishment”,
\nand the little boy repeats after him
\nUpon finishing a line, another one would follow
\nThe old man bequeathed his book to the little boy
\nHeavy snow is falling
\nas the little boy is reciting the entire book
\nThe old man lies dead next to him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

O traducere vulgar\u0103 ar suna cam a\u015fa:<\/p>\n

… toat\u0103 c\u0103r\u0163ile fuseser\u0103 arse \u00een sat
\nOmul c\u0103ut\u0103 la toat\u0103 lumea,
\nNimeni nu mai avea nimic.
\n\u00cen schimb, oamenii se f\u0103cuser\u0103 c\u0103r\u0163i;
\nUnul era Prin\u0163ul de Machiavelli,
\nAltul “A\u015ftept\u00e2ndu-l pe Godot” de Beckett
\nIar gemenii f\u0103ceau volume
\nDin “M\u00e2ndrie \u015fi prejudecat\u0103”
\nProtagonistul \u00eensu\u015fi \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103 un volum \u00eentreg
\n\u015ei deveni carte;
\nO recita bucuros c\u00e2nd i-o cerea cineva.<\/p>\n

\u00cen scena final\u0103
\nUn b\u0103tr\u00e2n pe patul de moarte cu un b\u0103ie\u0163el la capu-i
\nRecit\u0103 c\u00e2te o buc\u0103\u0163ic\u0103 din “Crim\u0103 \u015fi pedeas\u0103”
\nIar copilul repet\u0103 dup\u0103 el
\nParte cu parte el roste\u015fte cartea-ntreag\u0103
\nNinge puternic
\nIar copila\u015ful red\u0103 ce-a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at
\nMo\u015ful e mort \u00een pat.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

V\u0103 place ideea? Mie da, mai ales prin prisma \u00eentreb\u0103rilor care \u00eencep s\u0103 mi se \u00eenvolbureze \u00een minte.<\/p>\n

a) Ce carte a\u0163i alege s\u0103 deveni\u0163i? Ce carte v-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 recita\u0163i din nou \u015fi din nou \u015fi din nou?<\/em><\/p>\n

Eu unul a\u015f alege La Medeleni a lui Ionel Teodoreanu, toate 3 volumele. Mi-au \u00eenc\u00e2ntat copil\u0103ria \u015fi reprezint\u0103 acel spirit dulce-am\u0103rui al inocen\u0163ei confruntat\u0103 cu drama cre\u015fterii. Nu \u015ftiu, parc\u0103-s \u015fi eu un D\u0103nu\u0163 undeva \u00een col\u0163ul sufletului … personajul pierde tot, pierde pe Olgu\u0163a, pe p\u0103rin\u0163i, mo\u015fia str\u0103mo\u015feasc\u0103 \u015fi tot ce \u00eel lega de ea … d\u0103 totul pe nimic. Trece prin str\u00e2mtoarea vie\u0163ii, care-i este \u015fi singura care spre \u00eenainte, din p\u0103cate sau din fericire :-?<\/p>\n

b) Consider\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu se mai pot tip\u0103ri c\u0103r\u0163i vreodat\u0103, vie\u0163ile diver\u015filor oameni devin ele \u00eensele legende, epopei \u015fi drame recitate. Via\u0163a dumneavoastr\u0103 ce a\u0163i dori s\u0103 fie? Poveste de dragoste, roman de aventuri, carte de filosofie?<\/em><\/p>\n

Eu unul a\u015f vrea s\u0103 fie jurnal de c\u0103l\u0103torie. Pentru c\u0103<\/a>.<\/p>\n

c) C\u00e2t de departe a\u0163i merge pentru cuv\u00e2ntul scris? Considera\u0163i c\u0103 sunte\u0163i acum 4-5 secole, exist\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 dansuri \u015fi muzic\u0103 \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103ri \u015fi povestiri \u015fi toate cele, doar scriitur\u0103 nu. C\u00e2t de tare v-ar lipsi?<\/em><\/p>\n

Cred c\u0103-i singura \u00eentrebare la care nu \u015ftiu a r\u0103spunde \u00eenc\u0103.<\/p>\n

d) Dac\u0103 v-a\u0163i transforma ACUM \u00een carte, c\u00e2te pagini ar avea \u015fi ce ar fi?<\/em><\/p>\n

Eu unul a\u015f fi o simpl\u0103 nuvel\u0103 psihologic\u0103 – nu, n-am preten\u0163ii de a fi roman; scris\u0103 din perspectiva unui ter\u0163 atot\u015ftiutor care se descoper\u0103 a fi la final mai prost dec\u00e2t propriile personaje …<\/p>\n

A\u015f fi curios s\u0103 aflu r\u0103spunsurile voastre la \u00eentreb\u0103rile de mai sus: Adriana<\/a>, Andreea<\/a>, Marius<\/a>, Diana<\/a>, Andra<\/a> \u015fi cine-o mai dori s\u0103 se serveasc\u0103. \u015ei, de ce nu, poate scrie cineva o pies\u0103 de teatru pe bune pornind de la ciotul din film :)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dac\u0103 v\u0103 aminti\u0163i, am scris mai demult despre un film coreean, Baramnan Gajok. Printre replici am redescoperit o \u00een\u015firuire care cred c\u0103 se vrea povestea unei piese de teatru: All the books were set on fire So, he set out alone to seek a village with books But there were no books in the village …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1777","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-fara","7":"anons"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1777","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1777"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1777\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1779,"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1777\/revisions\/1779"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1777"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1777"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/daimon.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1777"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}