{"id":115480,"date":"2011-02-25T07:38:31","date_gmt":"2011-02-25T05:38:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.17047165566933.sritis.lt\/index.php\/2011\/02\/25\/atodangos-198\/"},"modified":"2011-02-25T07:38:31","modified_gmt":"2011-02-25T05:38:31","slug":"atodangos-198","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/2011\/02\/25\/atodangos-198\/","title":{"rendered":"Atodangos"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><b>\u201eNe mano rankose esi, gyvenime&#8230;\u201c<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Tikriausiai n\u0117ra Lietuvoje \u017emogaus, kuris b\u016bt\u0173 nieko negird\u0117j\u0119s apie poet\u0105 Justin\u0105 Marcinkevi\u010di\u0173.<br \/>\n<br \/>Netgi tie, kurie nem\u0117gsta, neskaito poezijos, prie\u0161 dvide\u0161imt met\u0173 pamat\u0117 ir i\u0161girdo poet\u0105. S\u0105j\u016bd\u017eio Atkuriamajame Seime, t\u016bkstantiniuose mitinguose miest\u0173 aik\u0161t\u0117se poetas \u017eadino tauti\u0161kum\u0105, skelb\u0117 meil\u0119 gimtai kalbai, Lietuvai ir jos \u017emon\u0117ms.<br \/>\n<br \/>Ir \u0161tai \u2013 n\u0117ra vis\u0173 mylimo poeto, tauraus \u017emogaus. Poetas i\u0161\u0117jo oriai ir tyliai \u2013 taip, kaip gyveno.<br \/>\n<br \/>O jo gyvenimo kelias nebuvo i\u0161 pat prad\u017ei\u0173 ro\u017e\u0117mis klotas. Kaip pasakojo pats J. Marcinkevi\u010dius, pirm\u0105 savo knyg\u0105 jis nor\u0117jo para\u0161yti apie t\u0117v\u0105 i\u0161 \u0161io pasakojim\u0173 apie Lietuvos nepriklausomyb\u0117s kovas. Bet nebuvo net ant ko ra\u0161yti. Paband\u0117 b\u016bsimasis poetas pats pasidaryti s\u0105siuvinio lapus i\u0161 storo popieriaus nuo cemento ar tr\u0105\u0161\u0173 mai\u0161o, bet ra\u0161ymui tai nelabai tiko \u2013 teko mesti.<br \/>\n<br \/>Ir v\u0117liau, jau tap\u0119s pripa\u017eintu poetu, jis i\u0161gyveno d\u0117l vald\u017eios suvar\u017eym\u0173, kai kiekvienas k\u016br\u0117jas prival\u0117jo atiduoti duokl\u0119 svetimos valstyb\u0117s ideologijai. \u012e ideologinius r\u0117mus spraud\u017eiama poeto siela kent\u0117jo, jai tr\u016bko laisv\u0117s kaip oro.<br \/>\n<br \/>Dar 1981 m. eil\u0117ra\u0161\u010di\u0173 rinkinyje \u201eVienintel\u0117 \u017eem\u0117\u201c, jis ra\u0161\u0117: \u201eKa\u017ekas vis dejuoja many, \/ Dangaus ir \u017eem\u0117s balsu! \/ Pasauly \u2013 kaip akmeny \u2013 \/ \u0160alta, kieta, tamsu. \/ Paremk mane, o \u017emogau, \/ Savimi, tyla, smiltele. \/ Ar gali kas b\u016bti daugiau \/ U\u017e tai, kas yra \u0161alia?\u201c<br \/>\n<br \/>Ne k\u0105 lengviau buvo poetui ir prie\u0161 dvide\u0161imt met\u0173, per pat\u012f Nepriklausomyb\u0117s s\u0105j\u016bd\u012f.<br \/>\n<br \/>Jis mat\u0117, kaip buv\u0119 S\u0105j\u016bd\u017eio vienmin\u010diai v\u0117liau \u0117m\u0117 pe\u0161tis d\u0117l vald\u017eios. Tie \u012fvairi\u0173 partij\u0173 veik\u0117jai steng\u0117si patraukti \u012f savo pus\u0119 tautos mylim\u0105 poet\u0105. Jiems reik\u0117jo jo vardo tarsi v\u0117liavos.<br \/>\n<br \/>Poetui atsisakius dalyvauti ne\u0161variuose politiniuose \u017eaidimuose, j\u012f imta \u012f\u017eeidin\u0117ti, \u017eeminta jo k\u016bryba. \u012e tai poetas atsak\u0117 trumpai: \u201eA\u0161 did\u017eiuojuosi, kad esu lietuvis. Tuo pa\u010diu sakau, kad sunku, tragi\u0161kai sunku lietuviu b\u016bti.\u201c<br \/>\n<br \/>1994 m. pabaigoje, atsiimdamas \u201eSantarv\u0117s\u201c fondo diplom\u0105, poetas su dideliu skausmu kalb\u0117jo apie Lietuvoje \u012fsivyravusias negeroves, \u017emoni\u0173 susiprie\u0161inim\u0105&#8230;<br \/>\n<br \/>Jau po poeto mirties Seimo pirminink\u0117 I. Degutien\u0117 \u012fvertino poeto ind\u0117l\u012f m\u016bs\u0173 visuomen\u0117je tokiais \u017eod\u017eiais: \u201eI\u0161 eil\u0117ra\u0161\u010di\u0173 ciklo \u201e1946-ieji\u201c, i\u0161 \u201eMindaugo\u201c, \u201eMa\u017evydo\u201c ir \u201eKatedros\u201c mes mok\u0117m\u0117s tautos ir valstyb\u0117s istorijos, mok\u0117m\u0117s atpa\u017einti ir i\u0161saugoti \u017emogi\u0161kum\u0105, tauti\u0161kum\u0105 ir kitas vertybes.\u201c<br \/>\n<br \/>Visi pritars, kad tai \u2013 teisingi \u017eod\u017eiai. Paimkime bet kur\u012f poeto k\u016brin\u012f, bet kur\u012f eil\u0117ra\u0161t\u012f \u2013 ir kiekvienas rasime tai, ko ie\u0161kome: meil\u0119, taurum\u0105, \u017emogi\u0161kum\u0105&#8230; Poeto k\u016bryba \u2013 tarsi am\u017einai \u017eydintis sodas, pilnas nuostabiausi\u0173 \u017eied\u0173 ir vaisi\u0173: \u201eSodas nesulaikomai \u017eyd\u0117jo. \/ Nenumaldomai dvasia raudojo.\u201c<br \/>\n<br \/>Prie\u0161 daugel\u012f met\u0173 ra\u0161yti poeto \u017eod\u017eiai taip atitiko jo paskutini\u0105sias dienas: \u201eNe mano rankose esi, \/ Gyvenime, takeli baltas, \/ Vis\u0173 apleistas dvasios guoli, \/ Aik\u0161tingas k\u016bno kliedesy, \/ Dangaus liepsnele nedr\u0105si, \/ Lyg \u0161aukianti, lyg jau nutilus&#8230;\u201c<br \/>\n<br \/>U\u017egeso dangaus liepsnel\u0117 nedr\u0105si, poeto k\u016bn\u0105 priglaud\u0117 \u017eem\u0117&#8230; Ta pati t\u0117vi\u0161k\u0117s \u017eem\u0117, kuri\u0105 jis taip myl\u0117jo: \u201e\u017demele mano saldi, \/ \u017dmogui savo pergal\u0119 \u0161viesk&#8230;\u201c<br \/>\n<br \/>Ta\u010diau poeto balsas nenutilo \u2013 liko jo knygose, jo eil\u0117se ir m\u016bs\u0173 atmintyje. Balsas, pilnas meil\u0117s \u017emogui ir t\u0117vynei.<\/p>\n<p>Vytas DRUNIS<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201eNe mano rankose esi, gyvenime&#8230;\u201c Tikriausiai n\u0117ra Lietuvoje \u017emogaus, kuris b\u016bt\u0173 nieko negird\u0117j\u0119s apie poet\u0105 Justin\u0105 Marcinkevi\u010di\u0173. Netgi tie, kurie nem\u0117gsta, neskaito poezijos, prie\u0161 dvide\u0161imt met\u0173 pamat\u0117 ir i\u0161girdo poet\u0105&#8230;. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"pmpro_default_level":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"NULL \/ NULL","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115480","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","pmpro-has-access"],"featured_image_urls":{"full":"","thumbnail":"","medium":"","medium_large":"","large":"","1536x1536":"","2048x2048":"","post-thumbnail":"","visualnews_post_thumb":"","woocommerce_thumbnail":"","woocommerce_single":"","woocommerce_gallery_thumbnail":""},"author_info":{"info":["admin"]},"category_info":"<a href=\"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/category\/uncategorized\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Be kategorijos<\/a>","tag_info":"Be kategorijos","comment_count":"0","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115480","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=115480"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115480\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=115480"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=115480"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.santaka.info\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=115480"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}