Christmas concert –
in the storage closet the ballad
of a little cricket
The supreme elegance of the poem is
felt by its relaxed reading. Nothing is forced or difficult in the formulation.
It is like reading while riding a vehicle some extremely simple announcements made
specifically for not giving you the work of deciphering and directly saying (only)
what there is to say. Without pretensions or unnecessary precious or parasitic
Joining the two parts of the
poem is also, apparently, random. It was just
accidentally that two phrases, otherwise trivial, happened to be side by side. That is a haiku’s refinement, to
give the impression that things were
not planned, that behind them
there is no intent. To give you food for thought without seeming to do so deliberately.
remark - in the
storage closet – accompanies,
locating it, the cricket’s performance. About the Christmas
concert we do not know more,
but it has a certain monumentality
and leads us
to think about a room matched to the
occasion, and to imagine an orchestra accompanied, perhaps, by choirs. But, especially, the feast which is associated to it and that, most likely, occasions
In the closet - in an annex where the things we discard as junk are stored. There, the cricket finds
abode and it
plays, penitently, its monotonous ballad. It is part, together
with its song, of the things we easily get rid of because they are outdated, anachronistic. Just like in Romanian poet’s Topârceanu's
ballad, the cricket is no longer topical, it has become obsolete.
Henceforth, the symbolism of
the two events is always full of contrasts. Celebration sad sad isolation.
Grandeur and decay. Conceit and humility. Civilization
of the artificial and sobriety of
simplicity. Fastuosity and
this getting rid of all these things also sounds
like a desire to get rid of something that upsets and disturbs,
which stands around
us just as
a reprimanding embarrassment.
Making our flawless lives dirty.
(Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)