<html> <head> <title> ALTERNATIVA - THE ALTERNATIVE, Editor Alexandru Tomescu - Exilul creator - AURORA CORNU </title> <meta name="description" content="ALTERNATIVA - THE ALTERNATIVE, Editor Alexandru Tomescu - Exilul creator - AURORA CORNU, CREMATION"> <meta http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"> </head> <body background="F0F3F0" link="#660000" vlink="#330066"> <center> <table cellpadding="2" border="1" bordercolor="white" bgcolor="white" width="630" cellspacing="1"> <tr><td><div align="justify"> <center><font face="arial" size ="7">AURORA CORNU</font><br> <font face="arial" size ="5">Poet, actric, regizoare, prozatoare</font><p></center> <table width="310" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" align= "left" style="border: 0 solid black;"> <tr><td bgcolor="#F0EFEF"><div align="justify"> &nbsp;<br> <center><img src ="images/AuroraCornuEC.jpg" width="250" height="326" alt="AURORA CORNU"></center><p> <font face="arial" size ="2"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aurora Cornu s-a nscut pe 6 decembrie 1931, n comuna Provica de Jos, jud. Prahova, aparcinnd unei familii de agricultori. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Debuteaz la 14 ani cu versuri (prima poezie  Agitator , i apare n Vocea Prahovei, devenit apoi Flamura Prahovei, din Ploie_ti), fiind considerat o speranc a liricii romne_ti, a generaciei lui Nicolae Labis, cu care a fost coleg la ^coala de Literatur. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Se cstoreste cu scriitorul Marin Preda, n 1954. Dup patru ani se desparte, n urma unei crize de personalitate, dar i acord lui Marin Preda, n continuare o prietenie pe viac. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dup Bienala Internacional de Poezie de la Knokke-le-Zoute, Belgia, din 1965, alege calea exilului, stabilindu-se la Paris. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;ntre anii 1967 si 1978, a colaborat la emisiunile literare de la Europa Liber, realizate de Monica Lovinescu. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;n 1970, unul dintre marii regizori francezi, Eric Rohmer, o distribuie in rolul principal din filmul Genunchiul Clarei (Le genou de Claire). <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A fost cstorit cu Aurel Cornea, inginer de sunet la Jurnalul televizat francez. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aurora Cornu a produs n Anglia un film de autor,  Bilocation , premiat la Psyhic Film Festival New York - Montreal. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;mpreun cu nepocii si, Adrian _i Dan Horjea au ctitorit A_ezmntului Monahal  Sfntul Ioan Evanghelistul _i Cuvioasa Eufrosina din comuna Cornu, jud. Prahova. Sfincirea a avut loc pe 8 mai, 2008. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<b>Volume publicate:</b>  Student Poem, Editura Tineretului, Bucure_ti, 1954 /  Distance Versuri, Editura pentru Literatur, Bucure_ti, 1962 /  La desse au sourcil blanc  , 1984 /  Romanian Fugue in C Sharp. A Novel and Nine Stories , 2003 /  Fug spre centru , Editura Albatros, Bucure_ti, 2005 (traducere de Radu Paraschivescu)<p> </td></tr> </table><center><b> <font face="verdana" size ="4">CREMATION</font><p> <font face="arial" size ="3"> </b><p></center> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In Bucharest, Romania, some winter in the eighties, a terrible cold and snow three feet deep changed people's lives in ways unheard of in places with a more clement climate. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The corpse of the old lady, Agatha, lay rock frozen in her room. She rested there for weeks, covered with a white sheet, waiting for better times when the carnations put on her body would not snap under the fingers of her nice trying to arrange them. There was no need to open the windows to preserve the body; thanks to the Little Nero who ran the country at that time, Bucharest has no heat. Agatha had a sardonic smile, so hideous over false teeth that Olivia hurried to cover it with a napkin. Olivia's mother, Ella, started to hate Agatha, not Agatha herself, but this cadaver they could not get rid of at any cost. Cemetery soil too hard to pierce, they decided to have her cremated. And so did everybody in the same situation, some families having to sleep in the same room with so ironically called "departed".<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the beginning of the situation, Olivia, the niece, managed to get her husband Norel to deal with it. Her father could not cope. He just slept in his room with every item he could gather to put on him, comforters, blankets, coats, even a large plush chair on top of it all. Since his demise as a Minister of Petroleum, he was nursing a severe depression, treated in Romanian style with patience and the foetal position. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As of Olivia's husband, after of a sance of beating and torture suffered in his youth, he had abandoned the practical witchcraft he called Psychology (which he felt had deserted him), and had decided " to mount and ride the tiger", and consequently, now, he worked for the Security of the State. He had climbed the ladder to the highest though hidden level. So he proceeded to act on this matter. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He despatched "Little Hand" his trustworthy subordinate, actually the man who had tortured him years ago, to solve the problem. "Little Hand" paid a visit to the director of Crematorium. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This one obviously enjoying the position he was in, explained that he had a long list of deceased waiting for the City gas to come on so the furnace could work. Affability, promises threats seemed only to add his merriment. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Norel had every official in town telephone and plead with the Crematorium director; after a while the man called Norel: <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Please mister professor" (he had become "Professor of Diplomatic Science"), "I beg you, no more calls. I tell you what, as soon as the gas returns, I will call myself and you bring the lady. I will put you first on the list." <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The call came after a good two weeks. The soldiers had succeeded in clearing a path in the snow so trucks could go through the city. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Norel and family took Agatha in the white sheet (there was a short-aged of caskets, also), in rushing on the stairs they got her down and into the army car. It had to be done quickly because the City gas could go off again at any minute. And having been given preference, they were the first to be attended. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the hall there took place a religious service, because Agatha had insisted on having one. The relatives started to relax. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Crematorium personnel took Agatha and deposited her on the hearth of the oven, behind the screen. Soothing music help the assistances to gather their wits and adopt the usual pose. <p><center><font face="arial" size ="2"><b> <img src ="images/AC_CartiPublicate1503.jpg" width="500" height="254" border= "0", alt="Aurora Cornu, din crcile publicate"><p> Aurora Cornu, din crcile publicate <p></center></font></b> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Possessed by a dark curiosity, and having heard that burning corpses execute a kind of dance, Norel went backstage and looked through the furnace window. What he saw where timid flames clinging to Agatha's dress, barely softening the red carnations, hardly touching her skin: not even a roast beef could be cooked this way. The little tongues of the fire leaking the block of ice, the dead woman, finally declared defeat. Norel turn to the director and inquired politely: <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What now?!" <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sweating heavily, despite the cold, the other eyed Norel with irony. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Do not worry, comrade, we never have enough degrees to burn them. We deposit them until spring comes, and then finish them. It is better for the family. Don't let them know".<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But what about the ashes?" said Norel, looking stupidly at the urn he was carrying under his arm. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh, ashes you want, ashes you get!" said the director. He lifts the cover of a barrel. He scooped up a large helping of ashes and filled the urn. With joy returning, he handed the urn to the Norel. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This is for Misses. They better get ashes!". <br> <center><p> * * *</center><p> </tr></td> <tr><td bgcolor="#F0EFEF"> &nbsp;<br> <font face="arial" size ="3"><b> <p><center>POEZII<p></b></font></center> <table width="630" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 0 solid black;"><tr><td bgcolor="#F0EFEF"> <table width="310" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 0 solid black;"> <tr><td ><div align="justify"><center> <font face="arial" size ="2"> <b>Nimeni</b> <p> Cei ce revin din locul lor natal <br> Aduc ei oare o poveste nou<br> Sau plini de farmecul _i vechiul cntec <br> Se scald-n ape vechi <br> Ce nu raspund aici. <p> Inima ca un deal rupt mi-o simceam<br> Imprcit n trei, plus<br> Ca un poem de Omar Kaiam<p> S _tergem, oh, s _tergem<br> Din cartea mincii formele acestea<br> Nu eu iubeam _i nici el nu iubea<br> Ce crud ar fi s ni se cin seama<br> De clipele pierdute, Doamne, Doamne. <br> Dorinca totu_i clar ca o ap<br> Le d o viac puhav de plante <br> Crescute-n mla_tini<br> Apa cnd s-a scurs<br> Srmane clipe, putrede, bolnave! <br> </td></tr> </table> <td align="right" valign="top" bgcolor="#F0EFEF"> <table width="310" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 0 solid black;"> <tr><td ><div align="justify"><center> <font face="arial" size ="2"> <b>Adio armelor </b><p> La fntna cea de piatr <br> n-am s mai cobor vreodat <br> a murit n ea o fat <p> A czut n ea visnd <br> s-a mai si strnit un vnt <br> si-a mpins-o sub pmnt <p> Sase luni e persefon <br> rdcini grijind n zon <br> mrind c e afon  <p> Sase luni iese la soare <br> cu brndusi si lcrimioare <br> asteptati-o c rsare- <p> </td> </tr> </table> </td> </tr> </table> </td> </tr> &nbsp;<br> <table width="630" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 0 solid black;"> <tr><td bgcolor="white"><div align="justify"> <p><center>&nbsp;<br> <font face="helvetica" size ="2"><b> <img src ="images/Aurora Cornu n filmul Claire s Knee (1970)_1503.jpg" width="600" height="455" border= "0", alt="Aurora Cornu n filmul Claire s Knee (1970)_1503"><p> Aurora Cornu n filmul "Claire s Knee" (1970)<p> <img src ="images/AuroraCornu_SfintireaManastirii1503.jpg" width="616" height="310" border= "0", alt="Aurora Cornu, Mirela Roznoveanu _i Andrei Sora / Dreapta: Aurora Cornu _i Printele Duhovnic Arsenie"><p> Sfincirea Mnstirii  Sfntul Ioan Evanghelistul _i Cuvioasa Eufrosina din comuna Cornu, jud. Prahova - 8 mai, 2008<br> Stnga: Aurora Cornu, Mirela Roznoveanu _i Andrei Sora / Dreapta: Aurora Cornu _i Printele Duhovnic Arsenie <p> <img src ="images/AuroraCornuNewYork1503.jpg" width="600" height="452" border= "0", alt="Blogul Scriitorilor Romno-Americani din New York la 5 Ani, 2012 - Ana R. Chelariu, Alexandra Conte, Mirela Roznoveanu, Aurora Cornu, Dumitru Radu Popa"><p> Blogul Scriitorilor Romno-Americani din New York la 5 Ani, 2012<br> De la stnga la dreapta: Ana R. Chelariu, Alexandra Conte, Mirela Roznoveanu, Aurora Cornu, Dumitru Radu Popa </b><p></center> <hr> </td></tr> <tr><td bgcolor="#F0F3F0"><div align="justify"><font face="helvetica" size ="4"><b> Despre Aurora Cornu:</font></b><p> <font face="helvetica" size ="2"> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;n vara anului 1958, Aurora l-a prsit (n.n. pe Marin Preda). l prevenise nc de cnd se cunoscuser c, atunci cnd ea va dori s plece, el va trebui s se se mpotriveasc. Aa c a plecat la Sinaia lsndu-i pe masa apartamentului lor din Bucureti un bilet cu doar cteva cuvinte:  Cheile sunt n casa de bani, mult noroc. Aurora . <br> n septembrie 1958, Marin Preda a venit dup ea, la Sinaia. i, potrivit spuselor Aurorei, au trit  cele mai sublime sptmni de desprire pe care le putea visa . n 1965, Aurora Cornu a plecat la Paris. i a rmas acolo. ns a continuat s l iubeasc tot timpul. <h6 align="right">Sorin TUDOR</h6> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aurora Cornu nu face doar un exil politic. Ea pledeaz pentru dreptul de a se mi_ca cu dexteritate pretutindeni: Bucure_ti, Paris, Londra, New York. Exilul Aurorei Cornu este motivat, n primul rnd, de imensa ei curiozitate, _i binenceles, de gustul de aventur _i dorinca de libertate. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cnd n primele zile de azil Monica Lovinescu _i Virgil Ierunca, cutnd solucii pentru a o ajuta s-_i asigure existenca la Paris _i dorind s nu-i rneasc prea mult orgoliul, i-au spus c fetele domnicei Ileana sunt infirmiere, poeta avea s le replice:  Lor le convine, sunt princese. Eu ca fat de cran nu-mi pot permite . ^i nu _i-a permis. Foarte curnd a jucat rolul principal ntr-un film al lui Eric Rohmer,  Le Genou de Claire , apoi a realizat un lung metraj n Anglia,  Bilocation . <h6 align="right">Lucrecia BRLDEANU</h6> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Fr a viza numaidect succesul la Paris, motivacia Aurorei a fost n primul rnd ruperea de Romnia, pentru a putea cltori. De dou ori a fugit de-acas n copilrie, la 11 _i la 13 ani, iar a treia oar, la 14 ani, a reu_it s fug definitiv.  Fuga spre centru , titlul romanului ei, publicat inicial n englez _i aprut ulterior la Editura Albatros, n 2003, sugereaz o dat-n plus dorul de duc _i curiozitatea de a descoperi lumea nscrise n gena scriitoarei. <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;n peregrinrile ei prin lume, Aurora s-a simcit n permanenc pzit _i ajutat. Cnd cel de-al doilea soc, Aurel Cornea, cineastul romn emigrat _i el n Franca, a fost luat ostatec de terori_tii din Liban ca operator al Televiziunii Franceze, Aurora se ruga n fiecare zi pentru el, iar noaptea citea psalmii de cumpn cu prietena ei Vera Lungu. Cu toate astea, o ncercau mari ndoieli. Cnd nimeni nu s-ar fi a_teptat, Aurel a fost eliberat _i a aprut acas n ziua de Crciun, Dumnezeu vrnd parc s-i arate mila _i darul care doar de la El pot veni. Aurel i-a povestit atunci c, n timpul ncarcerrii, a trecut prin aceea_i experienc mistic, punndu-_i toat ndejdea n divinitate. 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