bitter coffee –
only about war
Cezar Florin Ciobica
This time I propose you a poem which is very simple to decipher, to understand, to feel. The coffee is naturally bitter. Some prefer to drink it unsweetened, others fix it with some sugar. Coffee, even the bitter one, is a habit for those who have time to enjoy it on a leisurely morning browsing through the newspapers. Pairing the two is a symbol of comfort, of life without hardships, worries and troubles. Whether or not it is part of our usual routine, we know this experience at least from novels and movies. It is part of what Luis Buñuel ironically called the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie.
The bitterness of the coffee is an agreeable one as long as the stories are more or less harmless. But when you mix the coffee only with news about the war, the habit is missed. The bitter coffee is no longer compensated by the sentimentality of the news. The bourgeois habit is undermined and compromised without anyone intending this, by the human pain and sorrow. And especially by a certain panic.
The words, as shown, are accompanied by an aura of connotations. And, the more their joining is brief, the more vibrant prove their centrifugal tendencies to evoke urgently the most varied contexts.
(Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)