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MY\u00d6S T\u00c4M\u00c4 TEHT\u00c4V\u00c4 ON ANNETTU<\/p>\n\n\n\nMy\u00f6s t\u00e4m\u00e4 teht\u00e4v\u00e4 on annettu, palveluksessa
siihen ei hevin suostuta, ja vaikka ajatteluni
on pitempi, on pitempi kuin vuosisata, ei se riit\u00e4,
ajattelun umpikuja on maailman umpikuja,
eik\u00e4 sen profeetta voi olla muuta kuin py\u00f6veli,
kiusana ne, jotka eiv\u00e4t ole ajatelleet sen vertaa,
eiv\u00e4t tehneet t\u00e4t\u00e4k\u00e4\u00e4n johtop\u00e4\u00e4t\u00f6st\u00e4.
T\u00e4m\u00e4 joka erkanee umpikujan maailmasta, suhteutuu
siihen toiselta tasolta, miten se on mahdollista,
el\u00e4m\u00e4 joka ei koskaan tule kokonaan esiin, ei niin,
ett\u00e4 sill\u00e4 olisi ajatteluni alku ja loppu.
Ei mik\u00e4\u00e4n hengit\u00e4 niin kuin ennen, eiv\u00e4t linnut,
joiden keuhkona on ilma, niiden siivet v\u00e4syv\u00e4t,
ja min\u00e4 joka seison t\u00e4m\u00e4n puun alla viimeiset lehdet
silmill\u00e4, hyv\u00e4 on sanoa, etten n\u00e4e, olen ja en
ole, Hamlet, joka pit\u00e4\u00e4 p\u00e4\u00e4kalloa k\u00e4mmenell\u00e4,
h\u00e4nen se on, vaikka on is\u00e4ns\u00e4, el\u00e4m\u00e4, joka ei koskaan
tule kokonaan esiin, se on kahden ajatukseni v\u00e4liss\u00e4.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMirkka REKOLA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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SI SARCINA ASTA A FOST DATA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i sarcina asta a fost data, dar nu se accepta
usor in serviciu, \u0219i desi g\u00e2ndirea mea
este mai lung\u0103, mai lung\u0103 dec\u00e2t un secol, nu este suficienta,
impasul g\u00e2ndirii este impasul lumii,
iar singurul profet posibil este un c\u0103l\u0103u,
chinuit de cei care nu au g\u00e2ndit la fel,
care nu au ajuns la aceeasi concluzie.
Cel care se desprinde de lumea f\u0103r\u0103 ie\u0219ire, se raporteaz\u0103
la ea de la un alt nivel, cum este posibil,
o via\u021b\u0103 care nu iese niciodata complet la iveala, nu in sensul ca
ar fi \u00eenceputul \u0219i sf\u00e2r\u0219itul g\u00e2ndirii mele.
Nimic nu respir\u0103 ca \u00eenainte, nici p\u0103s\u0103rile,
ale caror plamani sunt aerul, aripile lor obosind,
iar eu care stau sub acest copac, cu ultimele frunze
in ochi, este bine s\u0103 spun c\u0103 nu vad, sunt \u0219i nu
sunt, Hamlet, care \u021bine un craniu \u00een palm\u0103,
este al lui, desi este al tat\u0103lui s\u0103u, via\u021ba care nu
iese niciodata complet la iveala, este \u00eentre dou\u0103 g\u00e2nduri ale mele.<\/p>\n\n\n\ntrad. M. M. Biela<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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MIN\u00c4N JA SIN\u00c4N PARADOKSI<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Portaissa aina toinen\nkulki edell\u00e4\nenk\u00e4 muista kumpi meist\u00e4,\nen muista portaissa,\nkadulla kerran\nkun k\u00e4velimme yhdess\u00e4\nja talutit py\u00f6r\u00e4\u00e4si, jalkammekin\ntunsivat toisensa, paljon pitemm\u00e4lt\u00e4\nmatkalta askelissa oli lepo.\n\n\nKokoelmasta Taivas p\u00e4ivyst\u00e4\u00e4, 1996.<\/code><\/pre>\n\n\n\nMirkka REKOLA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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PARADOXUL DINTRE EU \u0218I TU<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pe sc\u0103ri, unul dintre noi era
mereu inaintea celuilalt
\u0219i nu-mi amintesc care dintre noi,
nu-mi amintesc de sc\u0103ri,
pe strad\u0103 odat\u0103
mergand \u00eempreun\u0103
tu impingand bicicleta, picioarele noastre
se cunosteau, dintr-o calatorie mult mai lunga,
pa\u0219ii nostri erau odihniti.<\/p>\n\n\n\ndin colectia “Cerul este de garda”, 1996<\/p>\n\n\n\n
trad. M. M. Biela<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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KUN MAAILMA ON T\u00c4YNN\u00c4 MUISTINI AGENTTEJA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kun maailma on t\u00e4ynn\u00e4 muistini agentteja,
olen jo sanonut, ett\u00e4 se on
maailma, totta kai, se on toistava
viestint\u00e4j\u00e4rjestelm\u00e4, ja sin\u00e4 menet ja kiist\u00e4t
osani etk\u00e4 ole ollenkaan varma, olenko
jossain muualla, tarkemmin rekister\u00f6ity
kuin sin\u00e4 tied\u00e4t, mit\u00e4 sin\u00e4 nyt taas haluat.
mihin kaikkeen minua tarvitaan, miten v\u00e4h\u00e4\u00e4n
minusta on, ja toisin p\u00e4in, ole hyv\u00e4, sin\u00e4
haluat olla n\u00e4kyv\u00e4 harha, mene jo, min\u00e4 olen
v\u00e4synyt puhumaan kanssasi, agentti, lurjus, ry\u00f6v\u00e4ri.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMirkka REKOLA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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CAND LUMEA E PLINA DE AGENTI AI MEMORIEI MELE<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd lumea e plin\u0103 de agen\u021bii memoriei mele,
am spus deja c\u0103 este
o lume, desigur, este un sistem de comunicare repetitiv,
iar tu vii \u0219i imi contrazici
rolul \u0219i nu e\u0219ti deloc sigur dac\u0103 eu sunt
undeva \u00een alt\u0103 parte, \u00eenregistrata mai detaliat
dec\u00e2t \u0219tii tu, ce mai vrei de data asta,
la ce mai sunt eu buna, c\u00e2t de pu\u021bin
mai contez, \u0219i viceversa, te rog, tu
vrei s\u0103 fii o iluzie vizibil\u0103, pleac-odata, m-am
saturat s\u0103 vorbesc cu tine, agent, tic\u0103los, bandit.<\/p>\n\n\n\ntrad. M. M. Biela<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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KUN TULIN KONSERTTISTA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kun tulin konsertista, ja se
viel\u00e4 soi p\u00e4\u00e4ss\u00e4ni
enk\u00e4 mill\u00e4\u00e4n tavoittanut
yht\u00e4 yl\u00e4s\u00e4velt\u00e4
mik\u00e4 se oli,
tytt\u00f6 siin\u00e4 edell\u00e4,
korvilla harmaa huopalakki
joka p\u00e4\u00e4laelta kohosi ohueksi torniksi
joka kannatteli mustaa helme\u00e4
joka heijasti katulampun valoa,
miten se meni, miten se meni
hassu pipo, niin vakavassa teht\u00e4v\u00e4ss\u00e4.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMirkka REKOLA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Cand am venit de la concert,
si inca imi rasuna \u00een cap
\u0219i nu reuseam sa identific
acea not\u0103 inalta,
cum a fost \u2013
o fat\u0103 acolo \u00een fa\u021ba mea,
cu o p\u0103l\u0103rie gri de fetru pe urechi \u2013
care se ridica
ca un turn subtire
si sustinea o perla neagr\u0103
care str\u0103lucea \u00een lumina felinarului \u2013
cum a fost, cum a fost,
p\u0103l\u0103ria aceea ciudata, \u00eentr-o treaba asa de serioas\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\ntrad. M. M. Biela<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Y\u00d6LL\u00c4 T\u00c4ST\u00c4 HUONEESTA SAMMUI<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Y\u00f6ll\u00e4 t\u00e4st\u00e4 huoneesta sammui
jonkun toisen ikkunan valo,
ja minun ikkunani,
kun katson ulos, kattojen lunta,
pime\u00e4st\u00e4 ilmestyv\u00e4t kasvot,
suuri hahmo
vastap\u00e4isen tornin kaarevassa sein\u00e4ss\u00e4,
jotenkin tutut kasvot, tummat silm\u00e4t,
hiukset nostettu p\u00e4\u00e4laelta korkeammalle,
musta puku, hyvin valkoinen py\u00f6re\u00e4 kaulus.
Jotakin h\u00e4nell\u00e4 on takanaan, silm\u00e4t
yh\u00e4 tummenevat,
hartioista p\u00e4\u00e4tellen h\u00e4n ei ole nuori.
Min\u00e4 sytytin h\u00e4nelle valon.
Y\u00f6 on kylm\u00e4 eik\u00e4 h\u00e4n aio poistua,
lumen ja kuuran hahmo,
h\u00e4n aikoo j\u00e4\u00e4d\u00e4 t\u00e4nne talveksi.
Mutta talvi voi h\u00e4nen kaltaisilleen
olla lyhyt, sit\u00e4 h\u00e4n ehk\u00e4 tahtookin sanoa.
Min\u00e4 sytytin h\u00e4nelle valon
kirjoittaakseni h\u00e4net muistiin.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMiten riemullista
kun olit ovella,
ovenriemua,
\u00e4l\u00e4 etsi sit\u00e4 ovea.<\/p>\n\n\n\nMirkka REKOLA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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NOAPTEA, DIN ACEASTA CAMERA<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Noaptea, din aceast\u0103 camer\u0103
s-a stins lumina altei ferestre,
iar cand privesc
pe geam z\u0103pada de pe acoperi\u0219uri,
fe\u021be se contureaza din \u00eentuneric,
o siluet\u0103 mare
pe peretele curbat al turnului de vizavi,
un chip cumva familiar, cu ochi \u00eentuneca\u021bi,
p\u0103rul strans deasupra capului,
un costum negru, guler rotund, foarte alb.
Are ceva \u00een spate, ochii i se
intuneca tot mai mult,
iar dup\u0103 umeri as spune ca c\u0103 nu mai este t\u00e2n\u0103ra.
I-am aprins lumina.
Noaptea este rece \u0219i ea nu are de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 plece,
o figur\u0103 de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u0219i chiciur\u0103,
are de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 aici peste iarn\u0103.
Dar iarna poate fi scurt\u0103 pentru cei ca ea,
poate asta si vrea s\u0103 spun\u0103.
I-am aprins lumina
ca s\u0103 o pot scrie \u00een memorie.<\/p>\n\n\n\nCe bucurie
c\u00e2nd erai la u\u0219\u0103,
bucuria u\u0219ii,
nu c\u0103uta u\u0219a aceea.<\/p>\n\n\n\ntrad. M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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