O vreme, eram \u00een lista de Facebook a mai multor puncte nodale ale culturii rom\u00e2ne, genul care, dac\u0103 se ceart\u0103 cu un confrate, posteaz\u0103 o lung\u0103 impreca\u0163ie la adresa respectivului – sau mai nasol, respectivei, taguie\u015fte toat\u0103 scriitorimea prieten\u0103 \u015fi porne\u015fte un r\u0103zbel din tastatur\u0103 de zici c\u0103 mai are pu\u0163in \u015fi se arunc\u0103 pe Windows. <\/p>\n
Volens-nolens, m\u0103 implicam, pentru c\u0103 nu suport s\u0103 v\u0103d om \u00eenjurat pe nedrept. <\/p>\n
\u015ei a\u015fa am pierdut timp, r\u0103bdare, timp, banii pe care-i puteam c\u00e2\u015ftiga f\u0103c\u00e2nd ceva util \u00een acel timp, nervi, timp, respect fa\u0163\u0103 de mul\u0163i oameni \u015fi, poate n-am fost suficient de explicit\u0103, TIMP. TIMP, frate. Chestia aia care trece peste noi c\u00e2nd nici nu ne d\u0103m seama \u015fi ne face s\u0103 ne \u00eentreb\u0103m unde m\u0103-sa eram noi c\u00e2nd al\u0163ii ne distrugeau vie\u0163ile. <\/p>\n
\u00centre timp, m-am debarasat de scandalagii \u015fi inten\u0163ionez s\u0103 revin doar la 80 de ani, c\u00e2nd nu voi mai fi pimpuibil\u0103. \u00cemi voi pune o poz\u0103 fake cu ni\u015fte \u0163\u00e2\u0163e c\u00e2t pepenii \u015fi m\u0103 voi certa cu toat\u0103 lumea, pentru c\u0103 la v\u00e2rsta aia, timpul meu nu va mai conta. Glumesc. Va conta \u015fi atunci, pentru c\u0103 voi prefera sexul real celui virtual \u015fi la 80. Glumesc iar. \u00cen fine, m-am debarasat de scandalagii \u015fi, de c\u00e2te ori \u00eemi d\u0103 c\u00e2te unu’ mesaj privat cu “Lorenooou, uite ce a mai zis boul \u0103la de tine \/ de al\u0163ii” replic “dac\u0103 boul \u0103la vrea timpul meu, are contul de Paypal afi\u015fat pe ecran. V\u0103d minimum 300 de euro dona\u0163ie, m\u0103 cert. N-o v\u0103d? S\u0103n\u0103tate \u015fi mult\u0103 virtute”. <\/p>\n
Glumesc. Nu m\u0103 cert sub 500 de euro. C\u00e2nd \u00eenjuri ca mine, trebuie s\u0103 te autoevaluezi corect. <\/p>\n
Bun, din glum\u0103 proast\u0103 \u00een glum\u0103 proast\u0103, m-am dep\u0103rtat de tema post\u0103rii, \u015fi anume certurile \u00eentre scriitori. Care-s penibile. \u015ei-s penibile pentru c\u0103 <\/p>\n
A) N-au absolut nici o miz\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n Dac\u0103 dou\u0103 actri\u0163e se ceart\u0103 pe un rol, \u00een\u0163eleg. Expunere, CV, apari\u0163ii publice, covor ro\u015fu. Dac\u0103 doi \u0163igani se ceart\u0103 pe un fier vechi, \u00een\u0163eleg. \u0102la care-l vinde primul la punctul de colectare are ce m\u00e2nca. Dac\u0103 dou\u0103 prostituate se ceart\u0103 pe un client, \u00een\u0163eleg. Dreptul la sifilis e sf\u00e2nt \u015fi inviolabil. <\/p>\n Dar certurile \u00eentre doi scriitori sunt a\u015fa. “Domnul Pulescu ne \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 moral\u0103, dup\u0103 ce a lins comuni\u015fti \u00een cur”. “Eu m\u0103car am lins comuni\u015fti, dar domnul Sulescu l-a lins pe B\u0103sescu. \u00cenc\u0103 pare vag beat de la con\u0163inutul de alcool.” <\/p>\n Pe scurt, ce \u00eempart scriitorii cert\u00eendu-se? Nimic. \u00ce\u015fi mai ogoaie orgoliile de reprezentan\u0163i ai celei mai ignorate arte din zilele noastre. <\/p>\n B) N-au absolut nici o finalitate. <\/strong><\/p>\n Nimeni n-o s\u0103 vad\u0103 doi scriitori lu\u00e2ndu-\u015fi mor\u0163ii \u00een n\u0103s\u0103lie ca dou\u0103 \u0163a\u0163e la pia\u0163\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 zic\u0103: “Mam\u0103, ce lir\u0103 suav\u0103. Musai s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eembib de erosul \u015fi melosul acestor fini intelectuali.” C) Reprezint\u0103 o degenerare a culturii. <\/strong><\/p>\n Dac\u0103 toate sectoarele media se \u00eembib\u0103 de aceast\u0103 tabloidizare aberant\u0103, de acest: “N-o s\u0103-\u0163i vin\u0103 s\u0103 crezi” \/ “Vezi aici” \/ “Vedet\u0103 DESFIIN\u0162AT\u0102 de alt\u0103 vedet\u0103” \/ “GAF\u0102 de PROPOR\u0162II<\/strong>“, un rol important al culturii ar fi s\u0103 pun\u0103 contrapunct. <\/p>\n S\u0103 zic\u0103: uite, frate, noi nu ne porc\u0103im ca la tarab\u0103, noi rezist\u0103m. Nu ne dezbr\u0103c\u0103m de caractere, nu ne punem poalele-n cap, nu ne facem troac\u0103 de porci \u00eentre noi.<\/p>\n Numai c\u0103, \u00een loc s\u0103 vin\u0103 prostimea dup\u0103 boierime, asist\u0103m la fenomenul \u00een care boierimea merge dup\u0103 prostime. <\/p>\n De aceea m\u0103 angajez s\u0103 nu mai intervin \u00een nici un schimb de umori scriitoricesc niciodat\u0103, \u015fi s-o ard zen \u015fi creativ, \u015fi singurii cu care m\u0103 voi certa pe viitor sunt partenerii mei de proiecte, \u00eentre 4 ochi. <\/p>\n De ce am scris asta? <\/p>\n Pentru c\u0103 Robert Turcescu propune joia asta o dezbatere foarte interesant\u0103, “Despre literatur\u0103, cultur\u0103 \u015fi ur\u0103”, la cafeneaua Joint (str. 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\nLumea o s\u0103 zic\u0103: Da, bine. Al\u0163i cretini. Ia s\u0103 vedem cu cine se mai fute Bianca. M\u0103car aia face love nu war. <\/p>\n