{"id":75,"date":"2008-02-05T01:44:46","date_gmt":"2008-02-04T22:44:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=75"},"modified":"2008-02-05T01:44:46","modified_gmt":"2008-02-04T22:44:46","slug":"the-marriage-of-true-minds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/the-marriage-of-true-minds\/","title":{"rendered":"The Marriage of True Minds"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cred c\u0103 am \u00eenceput s\u0103 m\u0103 vindec, c\u0103, uite, mi-e foame. Foame de frumos, vreau s\u0103 spun. Poft\u0103 de lucruri care s\u0103 m\u0103 impresioneze \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 ating\u0103. Azi mi s-a pus pata pe Sonetul 116 al lu’ tata Will – ur\u0103sc numerotarea fi\u0163oas\u0103 cu cifre romane, nemaivorbind de faptul c\u0103 nu am reu\u015fit niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 o re\u0163in :<\/p>\n

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love
\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,
\nOr bends with the remover to remove:
\nO no! it is an ever-fixed mark
\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;
\nIt is the star to every wandering bark,
\nWhose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
\nLove’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
\nWithin his bending sickle’s compass come:
\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
\nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.
\nIf this be error and upon me proved,
\nI never writ, nor no man ever loved. <\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00cen mod normal, eu detest poeziile. Mi se par l\u0103b\u0103reli le\u015fin\u0103cioase, declarative, frec\u0103ri de ment\u0103 \u015fi – \u00een cazurile siropoase, \u00eemi provoac\u0103 crize de diabet psihic. <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Sonetele lui nenea Will au \u00eens\u0103 o chestie foarte mi\u015fto: spun adev\u0103ruri simple \u015fi ad\u00e2nci, ascunse pe dup\u0103 ni\u015fte \u00eenc\u00e2lceli ame\u0163itoare de topic\u0103. \u00ce\u0163i dau o senza\u0163ie de rebus erotic. \u015ei acum, s\u0103 fim sinceri: ce mult ne place s\u0103 ne batem capul \u00een atare chestiuni.<\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Sonetul \u0103sta m\u0103 tope\u015fte prin formularea seac\u0103, elegant\u0103, nea\u015fteptat de precis\u0103 din primul vers: “the marriage of true minds”. S\u0103-mi g\u0103seasc\u0103 mie cineva o defini\u0163ie mai simpl\u0103 a iubirii, dac\u0103 are de unde. Trei vorbe care concentreaz\u0103 volume \u00eentregi de b\u0103tut inutil apa \u00een piu\u0103. O.K., partea frumoas\u0103 a limbii engleze e acest “true”, care \u00eenseamn\u0103 \u015fi “autentic”, \u015fi “sincer”, \u015fi \u00een cazul \u0103sta, \u015fi o certificare a lui “mind”. Care “mind” la r\u00e2ndul lui, se refer\u0103 at\u00e2t la intelect, c\u00e2t \u015fi la modul de a vedea \u015fi a tr\u0103i via\u0163a, \u015fi la felul de a fi,\u00a0\u015fi mai ales la “inten\u0163ii oneste” – \u00a0\u015fi d-aia m\u0103 enerveaz\u0103 traducerile alambicate \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 farmec, disponibile pe pia\u0163\u0103…<\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Dup\u0103 aia: It is the star to every wandering bark. Frumos spus, tataie! Eu, una, m\u0103 recunosc \u00een acest enun\u0163. \u00centr-adev\u0103r, nu pot s\u0103 neg nici aspectul de “ideal de neatins”, nici pe acela de “c\u0103l\u0103uz\u0103, care transform\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cirea \u00een traseu bine definit”. Iubirea : concentrare-canalizare. Se poate spune mai simplu \u015fi mai frumos de at\u00e2t?<\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Apoi, celebra: Love’s not Time’s fool. Iubirea independent\u0103 de factorul timp. Iubirea care transcende senza\u0163iile fugare, ba chiar \u015fi emo\u0163iile inconstante, \u015fi devine “ever fixed mark”. Nu \u015ftiu al\u0163ii cum sunte\u0163i, dar eu chiar cred \u00een chestia asta. \u015ei cred din toat\u0103 inima \u00een iubirea care nu se estompeaz\u0103, nu se altereaz\u0103 \u015fi nu se stinge \u00een func\u0163ie de “buze trandafirii”. De tr\u0103irea care \u00ee\u015fi conserv\u0103 intensitatea. <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u015ei \u00eenc\u0103 o chestie care mi se pare tare: “If this be error, and upon me proved \/ I never writ…” Pas\u0103mite, iubirea e o muz\u0103. Un motor al creativit\u0103\u0163ii. Mdeah!<\/font><\/span><\/div>\n
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Uite melodia mea preferat\u0103 despre con\u015ftientizarea dragostei: <\/font><\/span><\/div>\n

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