{"id":10809,"date":"2022-04-07T23:16:06","date_gmt":"2022-04-07T20:16:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10809"},"modified":"2022-04-07T23:16:08","modified_gmt":"2022-04-07T20:16:08","slug":"ademenirea-the-luring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10809","title":{"rendered":"ADEMENIREA \/ THE LURING"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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ADEMENIREA \/ THE LURING<\/p>\n


Stau \u00eentre pumn \u0219i destina\u021bia lui – spun<\/p>\n

Dar tu intr\u0103 \u00een poemele mele. Dormi. Scrie. Respir\u0103.
Stap\u00e2ne\u0219te p\u0103m\u00e2ntul. St\u0103p\u00e2ne\u0219te-\u021bi femeile tale. Culc\u0103-te sub
ochii mei
cu oricare dintre ele<\/p>\n

Eu m\u0103 a\u0219ez – reflex mereu zi de zi –
\u00eentre pumn \u0219i destina\u021bia lui
Recunosc: e locul meu spaima mea. Aici le concep
aici le port aici le nasc pe ele poemele:
din violen\u021b\u0103 le smulg<\/p>\n

Nu te iubesc. Nu. Cu m\u00e2inile v\u00e2r\u00e2te p\u00e2n\u0103 la coate
\u00een buzunare
fluier
\u00ee\u021bi fluier \u00een fa\u021b\u0103: nu te iubesc
tu carnasierule ispit\u0103 cauz\u0103 ultim\u0103 a nesomnului
Cu m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunare hulesc
te hulesc
Mint c\u0103 nu am nevoie de tine<\/p>\n

Nu dorm – deci nu te visez
Pur \u0219i simplu m\u0103 plimb prin lume cu imaginea ta
ca o schij\u0103 fierbinte
\u00eenfipt\u0103 \u00een mine
pur \u0219i simplu te tutuiesc f\u0103r\u0103 ru\u0219ine
te mototolesc te \u00eenfr\u00e2ng vreau din gura mea s\u0103 te scuip
te-ntrerup te huiduiesc
ca evreii pe Dumnezeul cel a\u0219teptat \u0219i-ntrupat
ca evreii la Pa\u0219ti pe Mesia<\/p>\n

Dar vino \u00een poemele mele:
e\u0219ti unicornul pe care vreau s\u0103-l pecetluiesc \u00eentr-un vers
ca-ntre gratii cu \u0219apte z\u0103voare<\/p>\n

Te poftesc oho te poftesc. \u0218i \u0219tiu legea
(memoria mea mi-o repet\u0103 r\u0103spicat):
nu te ating nu te ating nu te ating<\/p>\n

Locul meu e pentru totdeauna fixat: \u00eentre pumn
\u0219i destina\u021bia lui. Aici
\u00een rana mea intr\u0103 \u0219i tu:
iube\u0219te-\u021bi femeile culc\u0103-te cu oricare din ele mie imi e\u0219ti
interzis
(\u00eens\u0103 poart\u0103-m\u0103-n n\u0103ri \u00een v\u0103z \u00een auz
poart\u0103-m\u0103
ca pe o remu\u0219care acut\u0103 ca pe-o vinov\u0103\u021bie \u00eemplinit\u0103
acolo la tine \u00een creier)<\/p>\n

Poruncesc: intr\u0103-n poem tol\u0103ne\u0219te-te-n el:
\u00een spa\u021biile albe dintre versuri dintre nega\u021bii
\u00ee\u021bi permit s\u0103-\u021bi faci loc – deci respir\u0103<\/p>\n


MARTA PETREU<\/p>\n

…………..<\/p>\n

THE LURING<\/p>\n


I stand between the fist and its destination – I say<\/p>\n

But you enter my poems. Sleep. Write. Breathe.
Master the earth. Master your women. Lie under
my eyes
with any of them<\/p>\n

I situate myself – reflex always day by day –
between the fist and its destination
I admit: it’s my place my fear. Here I conceive them
here I bear them here I birth them the poems:
from violence I snatch them<\/p>\n

I do not love you. No. With hands up to my elbows
in my pockets
I whistle
I whistle in your face: I don’t love you
you predator temptation the ultimate cause of sleeplessness
With my hands in my pockets I boo
I boo you
I lie that I don’t need you<\/p>\n

I don’t sleep – so I don’t dream of you
I simply walk through the world with your image
like a hot shrapnel
stuck in me
I simply call you by name shamelessly
I’m crumpling you I’m defeating you I want to spit you out of my mouth
I interrupt you I’m booing you
like the Jews, the God who was expected and begotten
like the Jews at Easter the Messiah<\/p>\n

But come into my poems:
You are the unicorn I want to seal in a verse
like between the bars with seven latches<\/p>\n

I invite you, oh, I invite you. And I know the law
(my memory repeats it to me bluntly):
I won’t touch you I won’t touch you I won’t touch you<\/p>\n

My place is forever fixed: between the fist
and its destination. Here
Into my wound you enter too:
love your women sleep with any of them you’re
forbidden to me
(but carry me in your nostrils in your sight in your hearing)
carry me
as a keen remorse as a guilt fulfilled
there in your brain)<\/p>\n

I command: enter the poem, lie idle in it:
in the white spaces between the lines between the negations
I’ll allow you to make room – so breathe<\/p>\n

trans. M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10809","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-romanian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10809","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10809"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10809\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10811,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10809\/revisions\/10811"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10809"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10809"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10809"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}