#lue soares

[pondsphuwin]

Ken and Lue in EP. 4

#the way lue fixed ken's hair not only once but TWICE this ep #my heart was soaring #their sweet moments really are IT #chains of heart #haii sarunsathorn #boom raweewit #cohedit #gif 3 #thai bl #bl gifs #bl edit

[cerezawrites]

FFXIV Write 2022 #9 - Yawn

Spoilers for EW - takes place after Tepid, story number 8 for this year, which in turn takes place after 6.0′s ending and before Pandaemonium or the patches.

As Cereza had predicted, getting Gaia out of her room had been exceedingly difficult.  Even with the benefit of food and coffee, the teen was yawning.and barely staying awake, and Ryne wasn’t much better.  Even with the Zun’s help, an amaro ride didn’t seem safe; luckily, a visit to Eulmore had earned her the mayor’s permission to borrow one of the airships, at the cost of the promise to join them for lunch when the errands were over.  

Cereza elected not to ride in the ship itself as it sailed from the Crystarium.  It had space enough, but she thought it safer to patrol the skies; errant Sin Eaters yet flew the skies, and she didn’t want a repeat of the crash landing during the star shower.  Instead, she entrusted the girls to Bec Lug, and the service of a few adventurers she had called in.  Cerigg and Lue-Reeq were on watch with bows, and Traynor was prepared to defend the ship with magics should the need arise.  Giott and Granson sailed as well, but their natures left them more useful on the ground to watch their backs when they landed.  

For her part, Cereza sailed alongside the airship from her manacutter, trying not to think too much about how odd it was that she could call it here.  The culprit for that trick stood on the dashboard of the vehicle, watching the clouds soar.  They’d had their “talking to” with Cereza, and now content with the level of chastisement, had elected to watch the sky as Cereza kept a gaze around them.  

Her eyes drifted back to the airship, and she smiled as she noticed the decorations and trim - work she’d done to help a friend and the city.  A touch of her own handiwork in the ship.  

The skies were fortunately free of threats, and they landed in Nabaath Araeng without issue.  Cereza leapt out of the ‘cutter and went over to the airship, Feo Ul in tow.  Ryne stumbled out, and Cereza helped support her as she got on her feet and walked to the spot where they’d last seen Minfilia.  

Feo Ul flitted around.  “Mmmm… yes yes yes!  I see the touches of her power here.. They match the gift in Ryne - a lovely name by the way - and a bit of something in your own aura, my sapling. Actually a lot of something in you - the aura and that strange seal in your soul….”  

Cereza smiled.  “Her gift.  The Blessing of Light.  The Traveler’s Ward.”  

“Well, whatever it is, it looks like the energies here.”  The red pixie flitted around, leaving sparks for the two to mark the concentrations.  Ryne held her crystal in her hand, tightly, and went to the first puddle of energy.  As she approached, her own aether resonated, and a cloud of energy seemed to glow at the heart of it.  Cereza watched as the energies flowed into Ryne, and felt them align with her own.  As the first resonance completed, Ryne seemed to be a bit more energetic.The process repeated five times, until at last Ryne stood still.  And then, for a brief moment, an outline like an angel seemed to surround her before fading.  She turned to Cereza, and both could feel the change it had wrought.  Even as the full trance faded, Ryne was more vibrant than before.  “It’s done… I’m not sure what I’ll use the extra power for… but I think I’m whole again.”  

Cereza smiled.  “Good.  Then let’s help Gaia, and be done with this.”  

-

The airship landed at the docks in Kholusia, and the team rowed out to the drop point.  Ryne’s energies were obvious, as she helped Gaia down to the shelf under the Tempest.  “The Skimmer won’t be big enough for everyone I’m afraid,” Ryne observed.  

Cereza nodded.  “Luckily, I have an additional option.”  Through her connection to the source, she reached through and drew forth a long brown and black vessel, with massive jets underneath.  “The Lunar Whale.  It’s ability to sail between the star and the moon above is yet untested, but it’s big enough for everyone.”  But only barely… hence why the airship made more sense for the longer flight.”  She nodded at the glowing city in the distance.  “But that’s a short enough ways for this to suffice.”  

The group clambered in, and Cereza’s word proved true.  The vehicle had no true windows, just “monitors,” and no space to boot.  Fortunately, with the speed of the jets propelling them, the journey to Amaurot’s edge went quickly enough.  They disembarked at the elevator going down, but all save the girls and Cereza were in awe at the sight for a long while before they could even move.  Cereza warned them, but there was no real preparing for it.  

Cereza pulled out some glamour prisms, and channeled their images around the team.  “Just to blend in.  And please don’t be offended if they call you children.”  The hunters’ typical garb was replaced by black robes and simple white masks, and Cereza donned the same kind of robe and mask before leading them down to the city.  

A single figure stood waiting at the elevator as it reached the bottom.  The giant shade looked down, and spoke simply, “Hello, my old new friend,” he said in his strange language.  “Ah… but you are not here to catch up, I see.  Logrif’s vessel is hurting?”  

Cereza had to compose herself, the pain of Elpis still raw, but she pushed through.  “I apologize, Hythlodaeus,” she said.  “This is an urgent matter indeed.  But when I am able, I’ll come to join you for that tea.”  

The chief of the bureau of the architect nodded to all of those things, and Cereza explained what they were doing there.  “Ah,’ he said.  “I see… the place you sought would work best for this, yes.  His energies should be strong enough there.”  

-

The illusion in the capitol chamber had long been cleared of fiends, but the fires of the Final Days yet burned in that place.  Luckily, through the weavings within, Cereza was able to guide them to their destination - the point above the star where the Convocation faced the final Blasphemy and, in the distant past, summoned their god.  

Gaia seemed to stir as they reached that place.  Her Ancient memories were never recovered, unlike the other Ascians, but she seemed to remember THIS all the same.  As with Ryne, she took the green crystal and drew upon the wisdom within, and sought the points that provided the strongest energies of Zodiark.  

When she finished, her skin, though still pale, seemed more alive.  Hythlodaeus, who had accompanied them within, nodded.  “That is well.  The damage is repaired.”  

Gaia looked at everyone, and then locked eyes with Ryne, before Ryne jumped at her and embraced her.  Gaia was taken aback by this, but didn’t stop it, and just resigned herself to the embrace.  

-

The others went back to the surface, but Cereza turned around and returned to Amaurot.  She strode the illusion of the ancient world in the garb she had acquired in the past, her hood and mask up to blend in and pay homage to the old ways, and found her way to the meeting place where a single shade awaited her, in the privacy of a small cloister. Though small, she sat in the seat, and removed her hood and mask for her old new friend.  

“That gesture,” he said. “Typically it is a sign of close friendship.”  He wasn’t chastising her, but simply informing her.  

But Cereza smiled. “I know.  And… well.. There’s something you need to know.  I did this intentionally, Hythlodaeus… we’ve met in a way you won’t know because… when he made you, he didn’t remember.”  

The shade’s face was covered, but Cereza could see the surprise.  She could feel the shade’s gaze as well, studying the robe, and the recognition of his own work in it.  “I… see.  Please… tell me this tale, I would know what you have been up to.”  

Cereza nodded, and told her other story.  A trip back in time.  A fateful encounter with Hades and Hythlodaeus as they were back then; the reinforcement of her in the past, his creation of garb, and all else that transpired in their brief friendship - and the memory lost to time, due to the casting of a dangerous magic.  

Hythlodaeus considered her words without judgment, simply listening and taking them in, until her tale finished at the end of the universe, where they gave one final gift to her.  As she ended his part in it, he considered; then the shade reached his hands to his hood and mask, and removed them both.  His visage was perfectly recreated - Cereza had a feeling no other shade here would be that perfect, if they even held such an image under the mask - and Hythlodaeus smiled at her.  

“Your tale is… hard to believe.  But yet you haven’t a reason to lie.  And it lines up with the recollections I DO have, thanks to Hades.  And the robe is proof enough for me.”  He sighed then.  “Still… it’s amazing what you’ve uncovered.  What we never could in our time, and more.”  

Cereza smiled.  “You did so much as well.  I know you’re not him… but you’re all that’s left of him now.  And… one thing I learned was that just because you’re born of creation magic doesn’t mean you can’t be a person.  So… I came here.  Hades is gone now… but you’re here, and I’m here too.  Well… I’m most of Azem, anyways.”  

Hythlodaeus smield, and nodded.  ‘But don’t call yourself that here, please, not with me. Not out of anger or belief it should be a sacred name.  But rather… because that wasn’t your name back then.  You don’t remember, I’m sure.  But you were our friend long before Venat stepped down and elevated you to that seat.  We called you by many names in our time - Hades’ always being more creative - but there was a name we knew you by above all else.”  

Cereza nodded, and waited, as Hythlodaeus formed the word.  “You’re not Azem to me… you’re Apollo.”  

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #*spoiler*

[nofatclips]

Ela é tarja preta by Arnaldo Antunes from the compilation album Rolê: new sounds of Brazil by Mais Um Discos

#music #brazilian music #arnaldo antunes #mais um #mais um discos #betão aguiar #gabriel leite #gabriel spazziani #felipe cordeiro #luê #lue #manoel cordeiro #luê soares #lue soares

[pandaemoniumpancakes]

So saying, on he led his radiant files, Dazzling the moon; these to the bower direct In search of whom they sought. Him there they found, Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions, as he list, phantasms and dreams; Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint The animal spirits, that from pure blood arise, Like gentle breaths from rivers pure, thence raise At least distempered, discontented thoughts, Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires, Blown up with high conceits, engendering pride. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear ouched lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness. Up he starts Discovered and surprised. As when a spark Lights on a heap of nitrous powder, laid Fit for the tun some magazine to store Against a rumored war, the smutty grain With sudden blaze diffused inflames the air: So started up in his own shape the Fiend.

John Milton, from Book IV in Paradise Lost, lines 797-819.

   “Gliding between her raiment and smooth breasts, it winds its way unfelt and, unseen by the frenzied woman, breathes into her its viperous breath [vipeream inspirans animam]. The huge snake becomes the collar of twisted gold about her neck, becomes the festoon of the long fillet, entwines itself into her hair, and slides smoothly over her limbs. And while first the taint, stealing on in fluent poison, thrills her senses [pertemptat sensus] and wraps her bones with fire, and her soul has not yet caught the flame throughout her breast, softly, and as mothers are wont, she spoke, shedding many a tear over her daughter’s and the Phrygian’s wedlock. (Vergil, from Book VII in Aeneid, trans. H. Rushton Fairclough, lines 346-58)

   huic dea caeruleis unum de crinibus anguem/ conicit, inque sinum praecordia ad intima subdit,/ quo furibunda domum monstro permisceat omnem./ ille inter vestis et levia pectora lapsus/ volvitur attactu nullo, fallitque furentem/ vipeream inspirans animam; fit tortile collo/ aurum ingens coluber, fit longae taenia vittae/ innectitque comas et membris lubricus errat./ ac dum prima lues udo sublapsa veneno/ pertemptat sensus atque ossibus implicat ignem/ necdum animus toto percepit pectore flammam,/ mollius et solito matrum de more locuta est,/ multa super natae lacrimans Phrygiisque hymenaeis

   pertemptat sensus atque ossibus implicat ignem

                         ❧

   “And the third of these young ladies? Ah, but suppose/ some sulfur and saltpeter is touched with a spark,/ for such is the explosion of rage that arose/ in her heaving bosom.” (Ludovico Ariosto, from ‘Canto Decimo: 40′ in Orlando Furioso, trans. David R. Slavitt)

                         ❧

“Back stepped those two fair Angels, half-amazed So sudden to behold the grisly king; Yet thus, unmoved with fear, accost him soon:    Which of those rebel Spirits adjudged to Hell Comest thou, escaped thy prison? and transformed, Why satest thou like an enemy in wait, Here watching at the head of these that sleep?    Know ye not then? said Satan, filled with scorn, Know ye not me? ye knew me once no mate For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown The lowest of your throng; or if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin Your message, like to end as much in vain?    To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn: Think not, revolted Spirit, thy shape the same, Or undiminished brightness to be known, As when thou stoodest in Heaven upright and pure. That glory then, when thou no more wast good, Departed from thee, and thou resemblest now Thy sin and place of doom obscure and foul. But come; for thou, be sure, shalt give account To him who sent us, whose charge is to keep This place inviolable, and these from harm.    So spake the Cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible. Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined His loss; but cheifly to find here observed His lustre visibly impaired; yet seemed Undaunted:—If I must contend, said he, Best with the best, the sender, not the sent, Or all at once; more glory will be won, Or less be lost.—Thy fear, said Zephon bold, Will save us trial what the least can do Single against thee wicked, and thence weak.    The Fiend replied not, overcome with rage; But, like a proud steed reined went haughty on, Champing his iron curb: to strive or fly He held it vain; awe from above had quelled His heart, not else dismayed.”

    (John Milton, from Book IV in Paradise Lost, lines 820-61)

#milton #john milton #paradise lost #ithuriel #vergil #aeneid #ariosto #orlando furioso

[pynkhues]

First line tag

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some of your favorite authors!

Tagged by: @xstrawmari thank yoouuuu.

1. “No.” (C&C: To Face Unafraid)

2. She doesn’t look like her picture. (Navigate a Broken Path)

3. It goes like this: Elizabeth sneezes. (C&C: Lighthouse Man (I’m all at sea))

4. Lady Elizabeth Boland is of half a mind to retire to her chambers, despite the early hour, when she notices her grandmother’s vase is missing from the buffet in the receiving hall. (What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have)

5. It’s the smallest sound, the tiniest electronic blip, but it’s enough to slice through the fabric of sleep. Enough to make his mind whir, his heart stutter, his eyes snap open to the dark expanse of their bedroom. (C&C: In Lumine)

6. And okay. If the look on Rio’s face is anything to go by, she really needs to pull herself together. (C&C: Just Take Time)

7. “I thought we agreed to take it easy on the glitter?” (C&C: Stupid Cupid)

8. It was something his mother had said to him once – drunk off cheap merlot and good company at the party after his little cousin’s baptism – her long fingers clamped around his chin. (Need a Little Time)

9. The piano music stutters out of the record player, and her father starts to move.(Blue Moon)

10. She smells it. That’s what it always is – that first tug of it. (Cross Your Fingers)

11. She’s still trying to get the attention of the bartender over the soaring sound of the string quartet and the blink of all the other women’s jewellery (which, god, must be worth more than her house and her car combined), when she’s jostled forwards, her chest slamming into the bar in a way that briefly winds her. (Two Shoes)

12. The thing is, underneath it all, underneath the anger and the betrayal and the humiliation and the grief, when it’s all dredged from the riverbanks of her consciousness, the hardened earth of her bones, all that’s left is relief. (Show Me How to Fake It (touch me in the dark))

13. Weird thing is, the place smells like her. (Drive You Mad (wear me out))

14. He can see her through the window. (C&C: Animalia)

15. One of the first things she learns about Rio – one of the first real true things, before they’re even living together, is that he doesn’t sleep. (C&C: Cold Out There (but it’s warm in bed))

16. “And then what?” Aida asks, sitting forwards in her seat, a wide grin on her face, and Beth can’t help it, she chances a look at Rio, who’s just - - rolling his eyes, of course, but also his lips are tugging up – maybe – just a little, despite himself. (C&C: Party Popper)

17. “That’s fourteen hatchbacks sold so far, and three minivans,” Nora says, scrolling through her iPad and ticking off the orders. “Oh! Before I forget, Adam’s asking if we can get any more of the Kia Sedona’s before next week? He’s got another two potential sales.” (C&C: Friar’s Lantern)

18. “Hmmm, I don’t know if I like this,” Annie says, squinting across the backyard as Beth passes her a mug of coffee, moving to sit beside Ruby on the other outdoor setting, following her sister’s gaze out across the yard. (C&C: Louder Now, Help Me Out)

19. At least these days, she hears him. (On a Balcony with Champagne Lips)

20. “I’m just going to – ” (C&C: Break This Spell)

Welp, things I learnt from this is how often I open with a smell, hahaha.

I think my favourites are probably 4 (pirate au), 11 (Two Shoes) and 12 (pornstar au), because I think they’re good scene setters and introductions to tone, atmosphere and context.

This was really fun! It’s so interesting to look at one particular element of your writing across so many different stories like this! Thanks again for the tag! 💖

I’ve been mostly offline today at work, so I have no idea who’s been tagged, so I’m sorry if I’m doubling up, but I’m going to tag @foxmagpie @mego42 @bethsuglywigs and @septiembrre :-)

#fic asks #fic games #there's only a few here i'm cringing at #that's p good! #fun fact: i think on a balcony with champagne lips is one of my most underrated fics #i re-read it recently and i really like it still #i can't believe i wrote it before s3 aired

[blackwinged-soul]

...i may or may not be kin with blue pearl

i’m still trying to sort a fuckton of emotions over here. but uhhh

wwhen the fuck did THAT nexus connection open up

(--just now as far as I can TELL? bd’s been a deep connection since. uhh...? ..........shortly after That will Be All i’m sure. pre-connective “tissue”feels are there because, duh, a lapis laz’i. not close. but... ....Emotional About It.)

.......and i....

,...i ahve.......

....entirely.... too...... many feelings

right now.

(and i, at the very least am really RELATING to b.pearl for some reason, and i don’t know why.)

--

{{ Adding more posts to Keep my Revelations.Journey in Discovering B/lue chronological!

May-Aug 2017 (The Trial, empathy, analysis):

May 29: http://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/161220725682/i-dont-even-know-how-to-talk-about-it-just

I DON;T EVEN KNOW HOW TO *TALK* ABOUT IT

Just! LIKE

The EXPLOSION of POWER.

Did she even MEAN to do that–?! (Like, wishing she’d FEEL it? Or was that an Accident?)

i mean yellow’s look was very reminiscent of a big sister going “another one of these? come on sis we don’t need that”

and she didn’t cry that’s what’s killing me and Creating a Thousand Question MArks here.

i am fucking addicted to learning about the Dimaonds, seriously you have NO idea how i can possibly– how deep it goes– i ahve no diea how to exPLAIN it–

.i just

aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

--

http://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/161221152192

#THERE IT IS THERE'S THE MOMENT THAT FUCKING *SHATTERED* ME INSIDE NAD FROZE EVERYTHING IN MY EXISTENCE, T H E R E   I T   I S, .su wanted, su spoilers, every single fucking frame is just. gods. so... intense.... so emotionally ccharged?????, gah the animation is;;; way too emotion how do they DO that,

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http://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/161223790342/i-think-half-the-reason-i-want-to-rp-blue-is-that

–i think half the reason i want to rp Blue is that analyzing her is an AWFULLY enjoyable thing.

(she’s so expressive? it’s not Hard to know what she’s thinking? or FEELING? And THAT’S where the magic is?)

and it’s so easy ot rELATE to her. like– lapis was exhausting for me to keep up with;; and i don’t know what’s Different about Blue… ;; (…besides being able to Connect more easily, for some reason. I genuinely don’t know Why; I generally don’t Connect with Very Emotional Characters like this… ;;;; )

…but her Current Workings seem clear enough to me.

I learned from trying to rp Lapis that if you don’t know anything, and your Brain / Instincts / Nexus weirdness aren’t giving any Answers, just roll with it. Work with what you DO know.

“Simply avoid Narrating what you Don’t Know About! It’s that easy!”

Aaaand it’ll be HELLUVA lot easier RPing a character when my options are narrowed down. 8F

(…i never get dammed up with writer’s block. I get writer’s FLOOD, and an indecisive ADD brain makes it Impossible to choose Which One to write about. o~o; if i only Know enough to write about one or two things? Well. Bring ‘em on, because I may not be any good at Headcnaon’ing when we have No Substantial Canon to work With on That Particular Subject. But when I’ve got a grain of an idea planted: I can reap an entire motherfucking field.)

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http://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/161225492797/enlightened-introvert-listen-im-not-even

enlightened-introvert:

Listen, I’m not even kidding here. I had this problem in Steven’s Dream, too. When Blue Diamond makes all the other gems around her cry, I literally almost teared up. I think it’s probably the way the tears are drawn (big and gooey, probably would hurt your eyes) that just affects my empathetic mind, but I like to think that Blue Diamond’s abilities are effective in multiple dimensions.

…so, I’m not the only one.

#look i've got THEORIES and it's no scientific fallacy that multiple dimensions seem to interact.re: theoretical physics and quantum physics., (read: the way molecules at tinier levels than neutrons/eectrons seem to vanish out of existence even with the most acute 'scopes.), also: string theory?

--

ask-all-of-homeworld:

Blue Diamond speaking. Sometimes, do you ever feel like you’re shattered WITH her?

...that's what I've been trying to say.

--

mrgeekonthiswebsite:

Holy shit blue diamond is an empath

#~<33333333333, you have no idea how much my soul fucking SOARS at this honestly.

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JUNE 4 http://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/161419121347/reasons-i-relate-to-blue-diamond-and-then-some

Reasons I relate to Blue Diamond (and then some):

- Distant presence. - Contemplative. - Melancholy. - Smiles are small and rare. - Watchfulness. Closely, intently. - Intense sense of justice and Right/Wrong. - Driven by loyalty. - Gentle… until you cross that line. - Immediate severity in my treatment of those I distrust. - Righteous FURY when somebody hurts those I love. - NEEDING time to process my emotions. - Prioritizing emotional well-being over productivity. - Closer to my little sisters than anyone else in the family. - …slightly rasping voice? - Draping, slightly-shapely blue clothes. - Poised elegance. - …until something manages to Affect me Emotionally. - And then, I become Obsessed. - Thinking, analyzing, needing to know the “why”. (Yes, it’s NECESSARY.) - We are not DONE until I UNDERSTAND. - I will not choose my RESPONSE until I understand. - Seriously upset when somebody breaks certain “codes”. - VERY upset when plans are changed by impulsivity. - “Can’t you RESTRAIN yourself?” - “Can’t you let me grieve?” (No, I cannot stop feeling.) - I am going to fight you if you tell me to Get Over It. - Feeling guilt over not doing enough, even when there was nothing I could have done. - Deep, pervasive mourning. (I couldn’t stop crying when Fizzy, my familiar, my first dove, my sweetest bird, died because the family neglected to give him water while I was gone. But largely in private, or with close friends.) - Clinging to reminders of that which was loved, and now is lost. - Not generally bitter. But very specific in my objects of fury. - Fury is a cold, sharp, glaring, and focused, controlled type. - E m p a t h y . (Emotional projection, when it hits me too hard…) - Psychic dream-connection to people like me. (I’m sorry…) - My hair even parts slightly similarly? ?? ??? (Middle-part, bangs forward over brow a bit, then curling against the cheekbone before it sweeps back, and comes over my shoulder from a little ways behind it. Not to mention, long and light-colored naturally.)

- What IS the use of feeling? Does it matter? I am.

#and i'm sure i'll think of more. but........ this was the list i came up with tonight. on little more than a whim

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June 7

Fun fact: My hair does the chest-loop thing when I wear my cloak.

(At a different angle. But especially when I move my head– you know, like you do when you’re watching the street for a vehicle you’re relying on for transportation? My hair pulls out form under the neck seam and tends to gather in front of me for some reason/

I used to compare it to a cybunny (from Neopets).

Now I’m just really freaking amused, and thinking if I ever cosplay her, I’ll just do it with a cloak, some light silver hair-spray-paint, and my own freaking hair.

#rwt nexus #digital mirrorbooking #rwt lapis laz'i

[winterolympicssports2018-blog]

LeBroom: James, Cavs sweep Raptors out of playoffs — again

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LeBroom: James, Cavs sweep Raptors out of playoffs — again

After a season to remember, the Toronto Raptors disappeared Monday in a playoff series to forget — put to the sword yet again by the Cleveland Cavaliers.

In a must-win game with their season on the line, the Raptors were eviscerated. LeBron James and the Cavaliers had their way in a 128-93 blowout win to complete a four-game sweep in the Eastern Conference semifinal.

Cleveland defeats Toronto 128-93, wins series 4-0. LeBron James 29 points and 11 assists. 1:50

Toronto coach Dwane Casey, who has somehow become both a candidate for coach of the year and one facing the firing line, described his team as drained and “emotionally drunk” after close losses in Games 1 and 3.

When push came to shove Monday, the Cavaliers “played the way a championship team needs to play. And we didn’t after the first quarter,” he added.

Casey’s post-game words were damning.

“I thought our guys would come in and compete harder,” he said.

“It’s disappointing,” he added. ‘Because you want to go out fighting, scratching, clawing with your best effort … But you don’t want to go down that way, let go of the rope.”

Toronto Raptors’ DeMar DeRozan attempts to drive on Cleveland Cavaliers’ George Hill. DeRozan was ejected from Game 4 after being called for a flagrant-2 foul. (Tony Dejak/The Associated Press)

It was an embarrassing ending to a series in which Toronto had its chances despite its short time span.

While the Raptors were blown out 128-110 in Game 2, they had plenty of chances to win Game 1 — a 113-12 overtime loss during which the Cavaliers never led in regulation time. And in Game 3, they rallied to tie the game at 103-103 before James’ memorable off-balance buzzer-beater.

There was no drama Monday as Cleveland led by four after the first quarter, 16 at the half and 28 after three.

A dour DeMar DeRozan, who had just eight points in Game 3 and was benched in the fourth quarter, took no solace from the slender margins of playoff basketball.

“It’s life,” said the Raptors guard. “You dwell on what should have happened, what could have happened in life, you’ll drive yourself crazy. The fact of the matter is we’re out, we’re done. We’ve got to get back to reality, come tomorrow, work our butt off this summer and get ready for the next stage.”

Cavs execute game plan 

Fellow all-star Kyle Lowry offered little from the podium, a baseball cap jammed low over his eyes as DeRozan fielded questions.

DeRozan’s miserable series continued Monday as he was ejected for a flagrant foul-2 with 23 seconds left in the third for catching Jordan Clarkson, who was soaring to the basket, on the head with his arm. He finished with 13 points on five-of-11 shooting.

“We wanted to take away DeRozan and we wanted to take away their bench,” said Cleveland coach Tyronn Lue. “I think we did that in this series.”

Lue said playing James with the Cavs’ second unit helped negate the Toronto bench.

James had 29 points, 11 assists and eight rebounds and showed off more than few party tricks with Cleveland turning the screw on the Raptors as the game wore on. He had 15 points in the third quarter to hammer the nail into the Toronto coffin. Kevin Love added 23.

LeBron’s Plan

Jonas Valanciunas led Toronto with 18 points. C.J. Miles had 13 while Lowry had five.

The Raptors defence was shredded with the Cavaliers racking up 100 points in the first three quarters on 63.9 per cent shooting. All five Raptors starters and four of the Cavs starters watched from the bench in the final quarter, the outcome never in doubt. James was the only starter to see action, playing 4:22.

The fans at Quicken Loans Arena celebrated to the sounds of Drake’s “God’s Plan” during a timeout midway through the fourth.

Cleveland shot 59.5 per cent on the night, tying a franchise post-season record. James was good on 12-of-19 shots while fellow starters Love, J.R. Smith, Kyle Korver and George Hill combined for 66 points on 25-of-35 shooting.

Toronto becomes the first top seed to be swept prior to the conference finals since the NBA switched to a 16-team playoff format in 1984.

Deja vu 

The Raptors’ so-called culture reset — sharing the ball and firing three-pointers — resulted in a franchise record 59 wins, second only to Houston’s 65. But it was the same old story in the post-season with no answers for James and the Cavaliers.

Cleveland swept Toronto in the Eastern semifinals last season and 4-2 in the East final in 2016.

The Cavs advance to the Eastern Conference final for the fourth straight season and the eighth time in franchise history (1976, 1992, 2007, 2009, 2015, 2016, 2017). They will face either Boston or Philadelphia.

While Cleveland was up by just four after the first quarter, Toronto came back and led 38-36 — only to see the Cavs pull ahead and keep their foot on the accelerator.

For the second game in a row, Casey changed his starting lineup. Serge Ibaka, who gave way to Fred VanVleet in Game 3, returned to start at centre in place of Valanciunas. Miles also slotted into the starting five with VanVleet back on the bench.

Valanciunas lone bright spot

While Ibaka had five early points, Cleveland had success going straight through the heart of the Toronto defence — often unimpeded. Two early fouls forced Miles to the bench before the quarter was halfway over.

Cleveland was good on 12 of its first 15 shots, mixing in some good defence to pull ahead as the first quarter wore on.

James did not figure in the Cavs’ first 15 points, with his teammates taking up the slack. DeRozan had seven in the first quarter.

Cleveland scored 18 of its first 26 points in the paint, prompting the introduction of Valanciunas, and led 29-19. DeRozan finished the quarter with a dunk to cap a 7-1 Toronto run that cut the Cavs’ lead to 30-26.

With Valanciunas acting as enforcer at one end and scoring at the other, Toronto closed the gap and went ahead 38-36 after a 19-7 run. But an 11-2 Cleveland run orchestrated by James and Korver got the crowd back in it and gave the Cavs a seven-point lead.

Ultimate goal out of reach … again

An Ibaka three-pointer cut the lead to 49-45 only to have the Cavaliers grab the game by the scruff of its neck. James played provider, feeding Love with an audacious behind-the-back pass, as Cleveland went on a 14-2 run to lead 63-47 at the half.

Then it got ugly. Gliding in the air, James increased the lead to 20 at 75-55 early in the third with a double-pump bank shot that had the crowd oohing. There was more to cheer before Cleveland finished with the fourth-highest in points total in franchise playoff history.

History was not on Toronto’s side. Teams that trail 3-0 in a best-of-seven series are now 0-130 in the NBA.

Cleveland has won 10 straight playoff games — and 15 of its last 17 games (regular and post-season) — against Toronto. Cleveland is also 12-1 against Toronto at Quicken Loans Arena since December 2014.

Despite the record regular-season showing, Casey knew tougher times lay ahead.

Casey’s job security

“It’s gratification but you’re not satisfied, that’s the way I like to put it,” he said when the Raptors clinched first place in the East with three games remaining. “We haven’t got to where our ultimate goal is.”

They still haven’t, which means a harsh spotlight may shine on Casey.

Asked about Casey’s job security before the game, Cleveland coach Tyronn Lue said any talk it might be in jeopardy was absurd.

James was also kind in victory, saying the Raptors were “a very well-balanced, put-together team this year.”

But not this series.

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Heaven on a Landslide pt. 3

May 16th, 6:13 p.m. 

Walking home after a job was usually relaxing for Penelope, a time to quietly think as the thud of her boots on the pavement lulled into a trance. But after Dante’s strange behavior, the last thing she wanted to do was think. All it did was leave an uncomfortable pit in her stomach when she tried to think of what he could possibly feel the need to keep from her. 

She sighed to herself, trying to focus her thoughts elsewhere as she attempted to look forward to the new book waiting for her in her room. Something to indulge in to avoid Dante’s absence back home. She knew there was no way he didn’t take the opportunity to head out while she was gone, guaranteeing that she wouldn’t follow him. 

The familiar blue glow of the neon sign greeted her as she unlocked the door. A small part of her hoped her gut had been wrong and she’d open the door to find her precious devil hunter sat at his desk, waiting up for her like he always did and welcoming her with that dumb smile. 

The door creaked open to reveal an empty office, a dull ache spreading through her chest as the worry clawed at her mind. She tried to shake it off as she tossed her keys onto Dante’s desk, knowing she’d regret it later when they got lost in the clutter. She didn’t care in the moment. 

She trudged straight to her room, passing on dinner since the anxiety had stolen her appetite. She flicked on the light to her and Dante’s shared bedroom, the dull ache rising into a stabbing pain in her heart as she became painfully aware of her missing boyfriend. Nights with him out on a job were hard enough without the added worry from not knowing what he was even dealing with. 

She grabbed her book and plopped down on the unmade bed, electing to ignore the way a certain half demon’s scent lingered so strongly in the sheets. She flicked on the ancient TV, hoping to drown out some of the deafening silence. Living with Dante Sparda made her far too used to noise to the point where silence made her uncomfortable. She settled on some cheesy slasher flick, flipping to the first page of her book and settling back into the pillows. 

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Penelope awoke with a jolt when a violent crash echoed from downstairs. Through her haze, she assumed it was Dante back from the job and slid out of bed. She wiped the drool from her cheek as she made her way downstairs, trying to imagine what Dante could’ve possibly broken to make such a loud noise. 

She paused at the bottom of the stairs, her sleep hazed eyes narrowing in confusion at the sight of an empty office. Nothing was out of place, except for a gaping hole in the wall. She walked over to inspect, tilting her head in confusion. Was Dante messing with her? 

“Dant-” another crash came from behind her and she spun on her heel just in time to see a gigantic tendril streaking forward, attempting to embed its razor sharp point into her chest. She narrowly rolled out of the way, suffering a graze on her shoulder and she swore under her breath. 

She vaulted over Dante’s desk, her heart hammering against her ribs as she frantically dug through the mess to find her keys. 

“Fuck,” she hissed when the keys fell from her shaky grip, and she ducked just in time to avoid another spike aiming for her head. She swiped the keys from the floor, calling her sword to her other hand before practically kicking the door down only to stop dead in her tracks at the sight before her. 

The streets were in complete disarray, corpses already littering the streets and the root-like tentacles sticking out of every crevice. And at the center of it all stood a gigantic grey structure towering over the city, the top reaching up into the clouds. Penelope had read enough demonology texts to know what she was looking at, it was just hard to believe that she was, in fact, staring at the Qliphoth. Her heart pounded in her ears, her blood running cold as she realized that had to be what V’s job actually was. Dante was in there. 

That was the only push she needed to get going, hopping on her motorcycle parked in the street and taking off in the direction of the tree. The closer she got to the base of the structure, the more plentiful the roots seemed to be. She did her best to avoid them, swerving just as they darted for her and even killing some with her revolver but they just kept sprouting. 

What little luck she had ran out when one of the tentacles sliced right through her bike, nearly breaking the machine in two and sending her flying forward. A horrible crunch resonated from her back when she slammed harshly into a building, nearly busting a hole through the brickwork. 

“Fuck me,” she groaned, hissing as white hot pain shot up her spine when she tried to stand. She dared another attempt, planting her foot flat on the ground only for it to slip out from beneath her as soon as she put weight on her weakened legs. She growled in frustration when she landed back on her ass, she didn’t have time for this! 

Another tentacle sprang from the ground, light reflecting off its razor sharp point as it pointed at the woman directly in front of it. 

“This is gonna hurt,” she let out a dry laugh, bracing for a hard blow to the chest. 

It never came. 

Penelope watched in bewilderment as a panther exploded into existence mere inches from her, killing the tendril with one swipe of its deadly claws. A pair of tattooed hands hauled her to her feet, and she leaned back against the crumbling wall to ease some of the weight off of her wary legs. She looked up to see her savior was none other than Dante’s mysterious and annoyingly secretive client, who was wearing a surprising amount of concern in his dark eyes. 

“You’re definitely the last person I expected to see,” she said in lue of a greeting, her calm facade fleeting when her face twisted up from the bolt of pain shooting through her legs and up her back. 

“I could say the same to you,” his tone was sharp, almost scolding. “We need to get moving,” he started to walk away, stopping to give the brunette a frustrated glare when she stayed rooted in place. Her purple eyes flicked every which way, the situation sickeningly familiar as she prayed to whatever deity cared to listen that she’d spot a head of white hair. 

She sent a glare into V’s back when he took her hand and yanked her along with him, giving her another hefty dose of pain in her injured back. 

The tattooed man dragged her in the direction of a familiar van, the neon blue Devil May Cry sign the most comforting thing she’d seen all night-despite the fresh blood staining the already dirty white and grey paint. An oddly familiar bird soared past the pair, taking out one of the roots in their path with ease and seemingly disappearing into V’s tattoos. In all of her time spent researching demons for the Order, she’d never seen anything like that. 

The back door of the van suddenly crashed open, drawing Penelope’s attention as a familiar head of white hair peeked out. She cried out in relief at the sight of her son safe and sound, picking up her pace despite the pain coursing through her body. Nero hurriedly stowed Blue Rose and reached out to help his mother inside, the raven-haired man not far behind her. 

The van jolted everyone forward as it took off at a speed that should’ve been impossible for a vehicle of that size. Penelope wasted no time in fussing over her son, grabbing him by the chin and tilting his head every which way to inspect for damage. He had definitely just come back from quite the fight. 

“Mom, please-” he struggled against her death grip as she scolded him for his recklessness. The pair were far too distracted to notice V’s look of pure awe and confusion at finding out Nero was Penelope’s child. 

“Ah, mom, gross!” Nero groaned when Penelope licked her thumb and swiped it over a bit of blood dried on his cheek. He finally managed to wiggle free, wiping the spit from his skin with a grimace. 

“I can’t believe Dante let you come on the job in when you’re not even fully healed! I’m gonna kill him when I see-” Penelope cut off when she noticed the way Nero’s face twisted up at Dante’s name. Her throat grew tight when she looked around the van, finally realizing just how empty it was. She tried to hide the tremble in her lip when she looked to V. 

“Where’s Dante?” 

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Portugal: un travail d’indépendance médiatique

Je suis allé à une réunion à Lisbonne concernant la flexibilité des médias et c'était aussi très intéressant. Lisbonne abrite la vaste base et galerie Calouste Gulbenkian, considérée par beaucoup pour obtenir le meilleur musée du Portugal, en utilisant ses sélections de sculptures, céramiques et œuvres d'art du monde entier, ainsi que son centre d'art contemporain. Lisbonne propose même d'autres galeries et musées importants couvrant un large éventail d'œuvres d'art, comme la galerie d'art des œuvres d'art à l'échelle nationale; le Musée national des instructeurs, qui possède une belle variété de véhicules anciens; la Countrywide Gallery of Historic Art, qui comprend des expositions exceptionnelles d'œuvres d'art portugaises; la galerie d'art nationale des œuvres d'art du Moyen-âge; la Galerie nationale d'art moderne; la National Tile Art gallery; la Galerie Maritime, qui présente des expositions de nobles galions; la galerie d'art College of Attractive Artistry, qui forme des artisans à la récupération de mobilier, à la reliure, à la restauration de tapisseries historiques et à d'autres grands objets d'artisanat; ainsi que la Casa Fernando Pessoa, un milieu artistique honorant l'excellent poète. D'excellentes galeries et musées sont également identifiés dans tout le pays. Porto, par exemple, a le musée national Soares dos Reis, la galerie nationale des œuvres d'art récentes, qui est située à l'intérieur d'un manoir Art déco rose, ainsi que la galerie de Saint. Francis, qui expose des milliers de crânes de catacombes. La galerie nationale d'art Machado de Castro à Coimbra possède une grande variété de sculptures, et il existe un musée régional à Aveiro. La Collection nationale et la Collection Ajuda à Lisbonne ont de belles séries, tandis que les Archives nationales de Torre do Tombo contiennent des fichiers nationaux utiles. À l'extérieur de Lisbonne, la bibliothèque locale du couvent de Mafra et celle de l'université ou du collège de Coimbra ont une signification traditionnelle. Avant l'innovation de 1974, tous les médias au Portugal étaient censurés. La constitution de 1976 garantit l'indépendance de la presse. Les visiteurs des journaux quotidiens au Portugal sont très limités, en particulier en dehors des centres métropolitains. La nationalisation du marché qui a commencé en 1974 a englobé les principaux magazines de Lisbonne, qui appartenaient à des institutions financières. La reprivatisation progressive a commencé en 1979. Le quotidien Diário de Notícias (fondé en 1864) était le plus long journal portugais le plus estimé. Avec la privatisation, néanmoins, le positionnement de Diário continue d'être poussé. Les principaux quotidiens incluent Público (fondé en 1990) et Correio da Manhã (commencé en 1979), et probablement les articles les plus largement étudiés sont les Expresso réguliers. Malgré la fréquence de soumission de Lisbonne, certains journaux locaux, comme le Jornal de Notícias de Porto, apprécient une large circulation sanguine. Les mots anglais The Portugal Reports sont publiés chaque semaine. Les magazines d'information et d'évaluation à l'échelle nationale et mondiale sont les habituels Visão. En affaires et en finance, la revue Exame et le journal Semanário Económico sont des cadres. Certaines des publications les plus lues sont en réalité un Bola (fondé en 1945), un journal sur les activités sportives quotidiennes, et Maria, un journal régulier pour les femmes. Les médias audiovisuels touchent une partie beaucoup plus importante de la population portugaise que la presse écrite. En 1975, toutes les transmissions radio exclusives, à l'exception du Rádio Renascença, propriété de la chapelle, ont été nationalisées. La méthode de reprivatisation est parallèle à celle relative aux autres entreprises. La transmission radio est couverte par deux systèmes: Rádio Renascença, qui offre chaque encodage national et local, et Radiodifusão Portuguesa (RDP), qui a des centres locaux à travers tout le pays et produit un support mondial (Stereo Portugal). La réforme de la propriété est apparue beaucoup plus progressivement à t. v. la radiodiffusion, qui, en raison de ses débuts, était limitée au Rádio e Televisão de Portugal (RTP), propriété de l'État. En 1991, deux sociétés exclusives - l'une (Sociedade Independente de Comunicação; SIC) financée par le biais d'un groupe de soumission ainsi que l'autre par la Chapelle catholique romaine - ont acquis des certificats d'émission de télévision. Un autre client de télévision personnel est Televisão Independente (TVI). Un certain nombre de sociétés privées de télévision par satellite et par câble offrent un accès à des stations premium et à des sites de réseautage de transmission étrangers moyennant des frais mensuels. L'organisation de presse Lusa offre une couverture d'assurance nationale et communautaire considérable. Retrouvez plus de renseignements sur l'organisateur de l'organisation du voyage entreprise à Lisbonne.

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Entertainment: The warriors are one win away

CLEVELAND — The game was tight late in the second half, and Stephen Curry and Klay Thompson of the Golden State Warriors were playing about as poorly as they could. They both looked as if they were launching the ball into a stiff breeze.

Of all the ominous, no-good, soul-crushing signs for the Cleveland Cavaliers on Wednesday night, that had to be the worst: Two of the best shooters on the planet were unable to shoot straight, and the Warriors were still hanging around. Such is the luxury of their all-world roster.

It was only a matter of time before Golden State emerged victorious, claiming a 110-102 win in Game 3 of the NBA Finals for a three-games-to-none lead in the best-of-seven series. The Warriors can clinch back-to-back championships — and their third title in four seasons — in Game 4 at Quicken Loans Arena on Friday night.

“We had our chances,” the Cavaliers’ LeBron James said.

Kevin Durant led the Warriors with 43 points and 13 rebounds, and his team needed all of his heroics. Golden State also benefited from an unexpected star turn from JaVale McGee, who started at center and finished with 10 points.

Three days after setting a Finals record with nine 3-pointers in Game 2, Curry labored to 11 points while shooting 3 of 16 from the field. Thompson had 11 points. But Curry made a key 3-pointer — his only one of the game — late in the fourth quarter to put the Warriors ahead by four. And after Andre Iguodala soared for a dunk, Durant drained a 3-pointer from 33 feet to all but seal the win.

“That was incredible what he did out there tonight,” Warriors coach Steve Kerr said of Durant. “Some of those shots, I don’t think anybody in the world can hit those but him.”

James did all he could for the Cavaliers, collecting 33 points, 11 assists and 10 rebounds. As far as solo acts go in the NBA Finals, the world is witnessing one of the more extraordinary examples. In Game 3, James actually got significant help from his teammates for a change — help that seemed even more necessary after he twisted his right ankle in the second quarter.

“I twisted it pretty good,” James said.

Kevin Love finished with 20 points and 13 rebounds, and Rodney Hood scored 15 points off the bench.

But still, it did not really matter — not against the Warriors.

“You can’t have miscommunications,” James said. “You can’t have lulls. You can’t have ‘my bads.’ Because they’re going to make you pay.”

. Golden State had an additional benefit in the return of Iguodala, their veteran forward. He had not played since May 20, when he sustained a bone bruise in his left knee during Game 3 of the Western Conference finals. But the talent-rich Warriors advanced past the Houston Rockets without him — albeit in seven games — and took the first two games against the Cavaliers with him on the bench.

But Iguodala is a handyman for Golden State: He does a bit of everything and is also one of the team’s most effective defenders against James. Again, the Warriors were so potent on offense that they could overcome James’ heroics through the first two games of the series. But they knew that having Iguodala back for Game 3 would provide some insurance.

“He just never gets tired,” Kerr said, “even when he’s been out 2 1/2 weeks and hasn’t really been running much at all. He’s still able to play through all of that.”

Iguodala entered the game midway through the first quarter, then collected his first points on a dunk just over a minute later. In his 22 minutes of playing time, the Warriors outscored the Cavaliers by 14 points.

It was also the first game back home for the Cavaliers’ J.R. Smith since his well-publicized foible in Game 1, when he got the score wrong in the closing seconds of regulation and ran the wrong way with the ball. The Cavaliers wound up losing in overtime, and it loomed as one of the more deflating gaffes in recent postseason history — maybe ever.

Afterward, Smith said he was glad that it had happened to him, because he was not sure that everyone would be able to handle the fallout. (Then again, not everyone would make that sort of mistake in the first place. But we digress.)

The result of his error was that the Cavaliers returned to Cleveland in dire need of a win, rather than having a series tied at one game apiece. During player introductions, Smith was warmly received by the crowd. Then, he helped get the Cavaliers off to a strong start.

The Cavaliers made their first three shots, including a 3-pointer and a runner from Smith. Then came James, barreling down the paint after throwing a pass to himself off the backboard. As he rose, he collected the ball and then dunked, in a fluid motion. The roof of the building seemed in danger of blowing away.

The first half, by contrast, was a nightmare for Curry, who picked up two early fouls. Knowing that Curry would be fearful of picking up his third, James kept hunting for pick-and-rolls that involved Curry, trying to get Curry to defend him. James also got into the lane and acted as a facilitator, kicking passes to teammates for open 3-pointers. Cleveland led by as many as 13.

The Warriors were so disjointed that they came out of a timeout in the second quarter and were called for a 24-second violation. Draymond Green spent much of the first half screaming at the officials. Only Durant, who scored 24 points in the first half, appeared capable of keeping the game competitive. The Warriors trailed at halftime, 58-52.

But given the struggles of Curry and Thompson that stretched into the second half — well, Cavaliers coach Tyronn Lue made a logical conclusion afterward.

“You would think you’d win that game,” he said.

But Durant is not an ordinary player, and the Warriors are not an ordinary team. Another coronation is almost complete.

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.

SCOTT CACCIOLA © 2018 The New York Times

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Travis Scott: Hip-Hop&#039;s King of Chaos

We follow hip-hop sensation Travis Scott on tour, as he masterminds wild shows, works on new music in his bus and FaceTimes girlfriend Kylie Jenner.Ahmed Klink/ © Sunday Afternoon

Travis Scott bursts into his dressing room on a scooter, trailing assorted entourage and radiating the rich aroma of good weed. He makes for a catering table lined with Fruit Roll-Ups, Honey Buns, Lucky Charms and – for good measure – two bottles of Don Julio 1942 tequila. He's at the Oracle Arena in Oakland, about to face a sold-out crowd. "Let's get this bitch turnt!" he yells at no one in particular, letting the scooter fall to the carpet. Scott's manager, David Stromberg, brings Scott's attention to a dry-erase board, tucked behind a curtain, where a basketball play has been diagrammed in marker. Oracle is home to the Golden State Warriors, and Stromberg says that the Cleveland Cavaliers used this space as their locker room during the finals in June. The diagram, titled "BRON ISO," contains LeBron James–centric directives such as "KYRIE PASS IT" and "JR GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY." "This is, like, the last thing Tyronn Lue wrote," Stromberg says, referring to the Cavs' coach. Scott, taking it in, laughs hard. " 'Get the fuck out the way!' " he cries.

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He's winding down a 20-show tour opening for Kendrick Lamar. Originally from Houston, Scott rolled into the Bay Area early this morning, following a show in Vancouver. He spent all of today holed up on his bus, he tells me, working on new tracks that might wind up on his next album: "Just chillin', recording. Formulating a story, the picture I'm trying to paint. It's fun making music on the road – I got a whole studio bus." He plops down on a couch, gets lost in his phone. "The energy's been a little strange show-to-show on this tour," Stromberg says. "I mean, Travis brings the energy, but there's been seating at every show. He wants to get his fans onstage and get them to stage-dive – but there's chairs." He theorizes that "it's a numbers thing – I think you can sell more tickets when you do seats than when you do general admission." Scott says, "I can't speak to that," but confirms that he prefers the unmanaged vibe of a big, chair-free pit, where crowds can more readily cut loose: "Pffft," he says. "I'm never doing a tour with seats again." "Travis' fans are a little younger," Stromberg continues. "Kendrick's are a little older, and they're here for" – he throws up air quotes – " 'real hip-hop.' "

Stromberg is drawing a distinction between Lamar's dense, classicist virtuosity and what Scott does best, which is different: deliver simple, beguiling phrases about partying and drugs in an Auto-Tuned singsong over hard-edged, low-lit beats. It's a style you hear everywhere in hip-hop these days, from Migos to Future. It's also a style that Scott – whose debut mixtape, Owl Pharaoh, came out in 2013, the same year he worked behind the scenes with Kanye West on Yeezus – helped pioneer.

Scott has been on a roll ever since. He's dating Kylie Jenner. (And, it turns out, having a kid with her, according to TMZ reports published after our interview.) He has co-written or co-produced songs not only with West but also Rihanna (whom he's also rumored to have dated) and Madonna. His albums Rodeo and Birds in the Trap Sing Mc-Knight mix pop impulses – honeyed, hypnotic hooks – with irregular structures and droning flows that verge on avant-garde. Both are platinum, and they've both produced platinum singles, like the narcotic "Antidote" and the Lamar-assisted "Goosebumps."

Scott has also become known for a live show so raucous that – if you believe law enforcement, anyway – it's literally criminal. He was arrested this past May, after a show in Rogers, Arkansas, on charges of inciting a riot for encouraging fans to rush the stage. Police say that several people were injured, among them a security guard and a cop. (Scott, who pleaded not guilty, faced similar charges in 2015 following a concert in Chicago.) Shortly before the Arkansas show, Scott encouraged a fan at a New York concert to jump down from a second-floor balcony, before ordering audience members to form a human net to catch him. A different fan fell from the third-story balcony and reportedly wound up with a broken leg, but charges weren't filed.

When I ask Scott if the Arkansas incident has changed his behavior onstage, he answers without a moment's thought. "It hasn't," he says. "People gotta understand, sometimes shit gets out of control. I'm not trying to cause no harm – I just perform." He thinks for a second, then muses about a potential solution: getting even more popular than he already is. "I think I just gotta get into bigger spaces, have more space to get it in. Try to prevent some of that shit. I just wanna bring the stage to, like, the masses. I feel I have a show for the masses. It's probably at a point now where your uncle might know Travis, you know?"

Scott with girlfriend Kylie Jenner.Bob Levey/Getty Images

On one hand, Scott has taken such troubles as a publicity opportunity. After the Arkansas arrest, he sold fans a limited-edition T-shirt printed with his mug shot and the slogan "Free the rage." (Scott likes the word "rage," whether he's describing a cathartic onstage outlet or calling his devotees "ragers.") But there's an element of the negative attention that he doesn't like, too. "I wanna be recognized for some of the good shit I do," he says. Such as, he goes on, the enormous animatronic eagle that he had commissioned for his live shows, which looks a bit like a Henson creation, and which he rides above the stage, wings beating. "Man, I got a flying bird out here!" he says. "Name someone that's 25 doing that shit."

There's something childlike about Scott. The Rodeo album art and the music video for his single "90210" featured a poseable Travis Scott action figure. (In an un-childlike detail, it engages in some graphic action-figure boning before the video's through.) You can buy the action figure yourself, although the original run sold out, which means shelling out hundreds of dollars for one on eBay.

Scott says he was inspired to make the animatronic bird after he paid a visit to Legoland in San Diego. He's a big theme-park fan, to the extent that he's also been to the Denmark Legoland and titled his next album AstroWorld after a now-defunct park he used to visit in Texas. "It had a Dungeon Drop, Greezed Lightnin', Superman," he recalls. "It was a way of life – fantasies, imagination." AstroWorld doesn't have a confirmed release date yet, but Scott says that whenever the accompanying tour happens, he wants his concerts to double as bona-fide amusement parks, with rides encircling him as he performs. "I don't know why it hasn't been done already – I think people just don't do shit. Who makes stages these days that are cool?"

Scott was born Jacques Webster – his stage name was inspired by an uncle – and grew up in Missouri City, a middle-class Houston suburb. His father was an entrepreneur, his mother an Apple employee. When Scott was three years old, his dad bought him his own drum kit, which he played, as well as the piano, before quitting the latter, deciding that it couldn't help him get girls, whereas drum skills, which translated to beatmaking, would. As he puts it, "I was trying to fuck bitches, make beats, get fresh."

In high school, Scott acted in a local theater troupe. "I was a thespian, bruh," he recalls. "I was in this play Kiss Me, Kate – you heard of that? I did Oliver! I love that type of shit. I love drama." Scott's current DJ, Chase B, tells me they have been friends "since we were nine," adding that Scott "was a super-creative kid. When he acted in plays, he would always be the lead – that charisma was already showing through."

Scott's mug shot from this arrest in May.Rogers Police Department

Today, Scott directs his own music videos, a predilection he ties to a lifelong love of auteurs like John Hughes, Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez. "My favorite movie was The Breakfast Club," Scott says. "You ever seen Spy Kids? Nigga, that shit is crazy." When it came to music, his early hip-hop influences were flashy New Yorkers like Mase and Cam'ron. They gave way to Kid Cudi and West, who pushed contemporary hip-hop's emotive and melodic quotients into overdrive and eventually inspired Scott to bring grit, pain and darkness to his own music. (He also lists Portishead, Björk, Coldplay and the Sex Pistols among his favorite acts.)

Describing a category-busting creative ambition today, Scott says he wants to try his hand at architecture. He has a dream of studying it at Harvard. Which architects does he admire? "I honestly check for no one," he says. "I'm a master of my own imagination. I go off my own shit. I'm not into deep study – all that, like, reading? That's how shit ends up looking like someone else's shit." He smiles. "You ever see pictures in your head? I be having that all day. It's like a museum. That's why I don't do too many drugs, because my brain would explode. I'm my own drug. If I bleed and someone licked my blood, it's like liquid MDMA – know what I'm saying?"

You get a sense of what he's talking about when he takes the Oracle stage tonight, mounting his eagle and soaring high above the crowd, and shrieking, "My name is Travis Scott, and I like to fucking rage!" Stromberg, standing beside me in the center of the floor, says that in their ideal version of the show "the bird would be flying directly over the crowd," though the insurance logistics have proved insurmountable. Still, Scott likes pushing up against the constraints he's been given: "Security, we not stopping the fans from having fun tonight!" Scott bellows. "It's time to stand on top of these motherfucking chairs!"

Back in his dressing room some 45 minutes later, he tears his sweaty T-shirt off and stalks the floor, revved up. He walks over to a fridge, cracks a Powerade and chugs it. Stromberg pops his head in the doorway to announce a visitor. "Jack Dorsey, the CEO of Twitter, would like to say hi." Dorsey, dressed in a Bieberish ensemble of skinny jeans and extra-long T-shirt, enters. "I didn't think I'd ever meet you," Scott tells him.

"f I bleed and someone licked my blood, it's like liquid MDMA," Scott says.Christopher Polk/Getty Images

"Thanks for your music – and for using Twitter," says Dorsey.

"What you got going on tonight?" Scott asks.

"This," Dorsey replies.

"Nigga, Kendrick be going brazy," Scott observes.

"... Yes," Dorsey tentatively agrees.

After Dorsey leaves with some complimentary merch, Scott FaceTimes Jenner. The two have kept the details of their relationship under wraps, but butterflies seem to be part of it: They both got matching butterfly tattoos; his newest single, which makes numerous seeming allusions to Jenner, is called "Butterfly Effect"; and he recently bought her a reported $60,000 diamond chain, shaped like the insect, for her birthday.

Her face pops up on his iPhone screen, nestled into a pillow. "I just got offstage," he tells her. "I miss you. I love you."

"How was it?" she asks. "Good. I'm tired. I smoked a lot of weed."

Members of Scott's entourage start loudly poking fun at Stromberg – apparently there was some sort of pushup challenge earlier, and some of the guys have jokes about his abilities. The clowning distracts Scott, who puts Jenner on mute so he can more fully partake. "Did you put me on mute?" she asks. "Nah, I didn't put you on mute – it was just a sound delay," he says, chuckling. Someone likens Stromberg's pushup style, absurdly, to that of Mr. Potato Head, at which point Scott cracks up, falls to the floor, drops the phone, keeps laughing – and then seemingly forgets about the call. A minute later, he stuffs the phone into his pocket. I can see that Jenner is still connected. He directs his crew to the tour bus. It's a nine-hour drive to Las Vegas, site of tomorrow's show. "Let's roll out!" Scott cries, and they're gone.

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128 de ani de la moartea lui EMINESCU

  de Ion Ionescu-Bucovu

  În larga deschidere a timpului Eminescu este o efigie a spiritualităţii româneşti în milenara ei devenire. Harul eminescian a avut de străbătut un drum anevoios, până la tragic, între anii acumulărilor şi formaţiei filozofice şi ştiinţifice, apoi chinuiţii şi ameninţaţii ani de slujbaş, în sfârşit, neînduplecaţii ani care i-au măcinat existenţa fizică, în ultima parte a vieţii, prăbuşindu-l definitiv. Cred că Eminescu-omul, viaţa lui, e greu de descifrat după 128 de ani de la moarte.. Mai bine să lăsăm mărturiile contemporanilor care l-au cunoscut să vorbească. Deși mărturiile lor au pus preț mai mult pe cancanuri, scoțând în relief partea exotică a vieții lui. El nu a apărut pe un sol arid. În familia lui era o efervescenţă culturală. Se vorbeau câteva limbi, căminarul avea o bibliotecă bogată. Şi mai presus de orice voia ca fiii lui să înveţe carte. Apoi mamă-sa iubea folclorul, le spunea basme, le cânta şi îi încânta cu snoave, proverbe şi eresuri. Şi copilul Eminescu a îndrăgit natura Ipoteştilor, pădurea, lacurile, dealurile, câmpul, ciobanii,  prisăcarii, ţapinarii. Apoi la Cernăuţi a avut norocul să dea peste un om al lui Dumnezeu care i-a îndrumat primii paşi spre o lectură solidă. E vorba de Aron Pumnul, profesorul lui de limba romăna la care stătea în gazdă. Aici l-a numit şi bibliotecar peste biblioteca gimnaziştilor. Primele poezii ale înaintaşilor le-a citit şi răscitit din ,,Lepturariul” lui Pumnul şi acum se îndrăgosteşte de poezie. Boliac, Cârlova, Alexandrescu, Eliade şi mai presus de toţi, Alecsandri, sunt mentorii lui de la care va fura rime, ritmul, teme şi le înoieşte, trecându-le prin personalitatea lui. Ca dovadă că după ce profesorul moare, Eminescu nu mai e interesat de gimnaziu şi pleacă aiurea hoinărind cu trupa de actori prin ţară.  Acum înfloreşte erosul. Era la vârsta când iubirea dă în floare. Iubirea şi aventura pun stăpânire pe el. Colindă ţara cu trupele de actori, se emancipează, discută cu artiştii, devine chiar artist în ,,Răzdvan si Vidra”, jucând rolul ciobanului. Un rol de seamă în viaţa lui l-a jucat revista ,,Familia” a lui Iosif Vulcan. Aici publica primele poezii, fiind elogiate de ziarist. Apoi Viena, centru cultural al Imperiului Cezaro-Crăesc, îl primeşte cu braţele deschise. Acum ia contact cu filozofia timpului prin profesorii renumiţi ai Universităţii vieneze. Şi ceea ce este hotărâtor pentru el, publicarea în revista ,,Convorbiri literare” a primelor creaţii de valoare: ,,Venere şi Madonă” şi ,,Epigonii”. Iacob Negruzzi îl informează imediat pe Titu Maiorescu despre frumoasele creaţii ale necunoscutului poet. Un capitol aparte din viaţa lui este epoca veroniană, femeia care-i captivează toate simţurile şi scrie cele mai frumoase poezii de dragoste din literatura română. De aici încolo incepe calvarul. Venind în ţară este supus unor vicisitudini politicianiste. Mutându-se în București de la Iași, intră în vâltoarea politicianistă. Participă zilnic ca ziarist la Camere, fiind martor la toate luptele politice ale timpului. Dar ,,Timpul” devine tribuna lui de luptă împotriva tuturor nenorocirilor care cuprinseseră această ţară. Articolele lui de la ,,Timpul” încep să deranjeze atât pe ciocoii de la Junimea, regalitatea, cât și stăpânirea austro-ungară care pune pe urmele lui o sumedenie de spioni. De aceea toți care i-au lăudat poezia lui în timpul vieții, n-au zis un cuvânt despre activitatea lui jurnalistică. Aşa zisele pete gri din viaţa lui au fost discutate şi paradiscutate. O teoria actuală este așa-zisa conspirație împotriva lui Eminescu. S-au scris peste 15 cărți pe acestă temă. În rezumat iată conținutul conspirației:           „Pur şi simplu lui Eminescu i s-a înscenat „nebunia”. În dimineaţa zilei fatidice de 28 iunie 1883, soţia lui Slavici, gazda lui Eminescu, îi scrie lui T. Maiorescu (pseudo-protectorul) că acesta ar fi înnebunit. În aceeaşi zi, pe la ora 6.30, însoţit de ing. Simţion (un apropiat de-al său), Maiorescu se deplasează la ospiciul privat al doctorului Suţu (Soutzo) şi convin cu acesta ca Eminescu să fie internat aici, pentru o lună de zile, pentru a-l atrage în cursă, îi scrie un bilet, chemându-l să-i facă o vizită. Ajuns la Maiorescu, Eminescu este trimis, cu o birjă, acasă la ing. Simţion, sub pretextul transmiterii unui bilet. Aici este aşteptat de haidamacii doctorului Suţu, urcat într-o dubă şi dus la ospiciu. “Acolo, nu va mai fi gazetar, ci numai un biet smintit. Planul fusese îndeplinit cu succes. Gazetarul Eminescu era “ocrotit” într-o casă de sănătate.” (C.L. Cernăianu) Legendarea nebuniei poetului, în conformitate cu punctul al doilea din planul acţiunii de lichidare a sa, comportă, însă, mari defecţiuni şi nu subzistă la o analiză cât de cât pertinentă, deoarece Maiorescu iniţiază acţiunea de internare în ospiciu, fără a se convinge personal dacă poetul a înnebunit sau nu şi stabileşte o anumită perioadă a şederii sale în ospiciu. În conspiraţie intră şi un ziarist şantajist şi aventurier, posibil agent al poliţiei. În fatidica zi de 28 iunie Mihai Eminescu, presimţind că va fi arestat la sediul societăţii secrete pleacă la Capşa, un local de lux din Bucureşti. Aici i se întinde o cursă de către jurnalistul Grigore Ventura. La Capşa, conform declaraţiilor lui Ventura, Eminescu ar fi început să ţină un discurs „politico-socialo-national” înfierbântat, ar fi scos un pistol, ar fi ameninţat-o pe soţia patronului şi ar fi strigat „la toate aceste nu-i decât un leac. Să îl împuşc pe rege!”. Ventura, în loc să îl calmeze, îi ţine isonul, ca un agent provocator, şi îi propune să meargă împreuna la palatul Cotroceni. Ajunşi acolo află că Regele nu este în Bucureşti. Pe drumul de întoarcere, Ventura îl duce pe Eminescu la băile publice Mitraşevski, îl lasă într-una din camere şi apoi alertează Poliţia că un nebun s-a închis în baia publică. Îi cheamă la faţa locului pe alţi doi membri ai Societăţii Carpaţii, Siderescu şi Ocăşanu. Ciudat că cei doi au cu ei o cămaşă de forţă. Intră în baie, îl imobilizează pe Eminescu şi spre orele 19 îl duc la stabilimentul Suţu, unde avea deja rezervat un loc de dinainte. Din această dată începe „odiseea” nebuniei lui Mihai Eminescu. Dr. Şuţu îl internează pe Eminescu în lipsa unei cereri scrise de admitere, care să cuprindă datele personale şi domiciliile poetului şi ale petiţionarului. Acelaşi dr. Suţu acceptă internarea, fără un act medical subscris de doi medici, nu înştiinţează administraţia specială asupra internării, nu solicită constituirea unei comisii de medici care să-l examineze pe pacient şi nu întocmeşte buletinul medical. Un simplu bilet de mână, scris de dr. Suţu, la 5 iulie 1883, rămâne drept certificat medical, înscris sacru, de necontestat, deşi diagnosticul iniţial este schimbat de alţi medici, iar pacientul este tratat pentru altă boală decât cea declarată de dr. Şuţu. Pentru a nu putea fi eliberat din ospiciu, Maiorescu pleacă în străinătate chiar în ziua internării poetului, astfel că rudele şi prietenii nu-l pot vizita şi nu se pot interesa de soarta sa. După tratamente aflate în pază şi otrăvit cu injecţii cu mercur la Viena, Iaşi şi Odessa, Eminescu revine în ţară „calmat”. El îşi reia activitatea poetică şi e numit chiar pe post de bibliotecar la Iaşi. Vlahuţă îl vizitează şi-l consideră perfect sănătos şi în puterea creaţiei. În ciuda teoriilor lui Titu Maiorescu şi apoi a lui George Călinescu că poetul nu a mai scris după 1883, datorită „nebuniei” sale, este fals. Eminescu a continuat scrie poezie şi proză. Evită jurnalismul din motive demne de înţeles. Eminescu nu a fost nebun şi nici bolnav de sifilis aşa cum spun unii medici care l-au consultat. Moartea poetului survine în urma lovirii cu o piatră în cap pe 15 iunie 1889 din partea unui pacient nebun în azilul unde era internat. Reanalizarea recentă a autopsiei de catre doctorul Vladimir Belis, specialist în medicina legală, şi a doctorului Ovidu Vuia, neuropsihiatru, s-a dovedit ca bolile lui Eminescu nu erau decât simple fabulaţii, o modalitate de a acoperi necesitatea suprimarii acestuia. După un studiu care s-a intins pe parcursul câtorva ani, dr. Ovidiu Vuia scrie: “Concluziile mele, ca medic neuropsihiatru, cercetator stiintific, autor a peste 100 de lucrari în domeniul patologiei creierului, sunt cât se poate de clare. Eminescu nu a suferit de lues şi nu a avut demenţă paralitică”. Creierul sau, în greutate de 1490 de grame, “uitat” ulterior intenţionat la soare avea să fie dovada falsităţii diagnosticului de sifilis, întrucât această boala consumă materia cerebrală. În acea tristă zi de 15 iunie 1889, Titu Maiorescu avea să scrie în jurnal: “Pe la 6 ore a venit Stemill si Vitzu la mine sa-mi spuna ca astazi pe la 3 ore a murit Eminescu în institutul de alienaţi al d-rului Suţu, de o embolie”. „Nebunia” şi moartea lui Mihai Eminescu sunt creaţia unor interese politice majore ale statului român, care a încheiat în septembrie 1883 o alianţă secretă cu Austro-Ungaria şi Germania, prin care se prevedea eliminarea politicienilor şi scriitorilor români, care se opuneau proiectului de alianţă „contra naturii” a lui Carol I şi doreau un război pentru eliberarea românilor asupriţi din Ardeal. Mihai Eminescu a fost făcut „nebun” şi apoi ucis pentru că şi-a dorit unirea tuturor românilor într-un singur stat „de la Nistru până la Tisa”, fapt ce a deranjat marile puteri ale epocii şi protipendada politică de la Iaşi şi Bucureşti. Mihai Eminescu nu putea fi târât într-un proces public că a dorit să-l asasineze pe Rege sau să fie expulzat că dorea unirea cu Ardealul, pentru că altfel indigna opinia publică românească până la revoltă. Atunci, Regele, Titu Maiorescu – „asasinul moral” al poetului – şi Poliţia au înscenat „nebunia” lui Eminescu, incluzând în complot o serie de medici, ce făceau parte din organizaţii oculte sau discrete, subordonate intereselor de stat ale lui Carol I şi ale unor lideri liberali sau conservatori.” Credem însă că lucrurile nu stau chiar așa. Boala lui Eminescu nu a venit din senin. Ființa poetului a rezistat treizeci și trei de ani, fiind supusă incandescenței bolii și marilor combustii ale muncii sale creatoare. Încă de la vârsta de 18 ani, pe când era la Viena el era conștient că „nu mai poate fi fericit în viață”, stătea zile întregi închis în casă, acuzând dureri de cap, de urechi, de stomac. La Universitate din Berlin se plângea adesea de „dureri de genunchi ” Să fi fost toate acestea rezultatul luesului matern de care vorbesc mai toți apropiații săi ? Poetul își cunoștea boala, îi știa cauzele și-i studia efectele asupra sa. Când doctorul Kremnitz, la un consult al lui Eminescu, căruia îi apăruseră ulcere pe picioare, îi spune că n-are nimic, a făcut o mare greșeală. Încă de acum trebuia sfătuit să ia măsuri preventive, adică o dietă severă, fără abuz de tutun, cafea și alcool, fără surmenaj intelectual etc. Nimic din toate astea nu i-a fost prescris și poetul a continuat să ducă o viață dezordonată cu mâncare pe apucate, cu o muncă istovitoare, cu nopți albe, cu exces de tutun, cafea și, când se ivea situația, și cu alcool. Între 21 ianuarie și 11 februarie 1883 doctorul Kremnitz, la recomandarea lui Titu Maiorescu, îl internează la Spitalui Brâncovenesc, fără mari rezultate. Poetul simțea că ceva nu e în regulă cu el, cu o mare scârbă de viață striga în poeziile sale că „organele-s sfărâmate și maestrul e nebun”. Anu 1883 a fost fatal pentru poet. Simțind că nu mai poate sta în singurătate, se mută la Ioan Slavici, întemeindu-se pe prietenia lui. Slavici îl înștiințeazî pe Maiorescu că mihai Eminescu are „manifestări ciudate”. Pe 5 iunie pe o caniculă îngrozitoare, când Mihai Eminescu pleacă la Iași la sărbătoarea dezvelirii statuii lui Ștefan cel Mare, el se manifestă și mai ciudat. Nu-și mai citește „Doina”, iar în bojdeuca lui Creangă a scos un revorvel, spunându-i gazdei, la culcare, că i-e frică de „canalia liberară” Venind la București, boala se accentuează. Maiorescu chiar notează în Însemnările lui zilnice pe data de 23 iunie 1883 : „ Și Eminescu, care devine din ce în ce mai alienat.” Fără a lua vreo măsură cu el, Constantin Simțion îl antrenează la băutură pe 25 iunie, chefuind până la miezul nopții, făcând rămășaguri aiuritoare. Acum intră în conflict și cu gazda, soția lui Slavici, pentru comportamentul lui ciudat, care  striga, vorbea singur, se plimba prin cameră. Ceea ce o face pe Ecaterina Magyarossy să scrie lui Maiorescu : „D-l Eminescu a înnebunit. Vă rog faceți ceva să mă scap de el, căci e foarte rău.” Pe 28 iunie 1883 Eminescu este închis la stabilimentul băilor, încuindu-se pe dinăuntru. „Am fost siliți să-l îmbrăcăm în camisonul de forță și astfel l-am condus la Institutul Caritatea…” ( T. Maiorescu). Filmul bolii lui Eminescu acum ia forme paroxistice. De la medici psihiatri până la eminescologi de ocazie și-au dat cu părerea despre boala lui Eminescu. Unii au politizat-o de-abinelea punând-o în legătură cu conspirația masonică și cu poliția hamsburgică care au vrut să-l termine pe poet pentru atitudinea lui politică și pentru articolele pe care le scria în Timpul, care erau un fel de pericol pentru Imperiu. Să fi fost toți prietenii lui Eminescu și doctorii care l-au consultat un fel de conspiratori secreți ai poliției hamsburgice ? Nu-mi vine a crede. Eminescu putea să fie înlocuit de la Timpul și să i se închidă gura și altfel, nu neapărat făcându-l nebun. La 5 iulie 1883 doctorul Șuțu elibera un certificat medical cu următorul diagnostic : „Subsemnatul doctor în medicină atest că d-l Eminescu adus în căutarea Institutului Caritatea din București la 28 iunie 1883 de către Onor Prefectura Capitalei este atins de alienație mintală în formă „manie acută”, stare care reclamă o căutare serioasă în un stabiliment special.” Tratamentul doctorului Șuțu s-a dovedit ineficace, fiind un tratament empiric. De-abia în toamnă pe 2 noiembrie 1883, un prieten al lui, Chibici, fost coleg de școală, pleacă cu Eminescu la Viena și-l internează la sanatoriul Obersteiner de la Ober-Dobling de lângă Viena. Boala lui Eminescu pricinuiește un mare rău și tatălui său, care-i grăbește sfârșitul pe 8 februarie 1884, iar pe 7 martie 1884 la Ipotești moare și fratele său, Niculae, care s-a sinucis „prin împușcare”. La acest sanatoriu Eminescu pare a se simți mai bine. Dieta severă și tratamentul clinic, aplicat de doctori, restabilesc starea bolnavului. Acum Eminescu se interesează de lada de manuscrise și de viitorul lui. După ce iese din sanatoriu, Chibici face o excursie cu el prin Italia, care nu i-a fost de bun augur. El voia să vină acasă  la „mămăliga strămoșească”. Cum prezența sărbătorilor de Crăciun se apropia, Titu Maiorescu se grăbea să scape de poet, trimițându-l la Iași ca bibliotecar al Universității cu un salariu de 289 de franci „care se vor realiza din cotizații”. Acest lucru nu se realizează, este numit subbibliotecar de formă, așteaptă un post de revizor care nu mai vine. Boala își urmează cursul inexorabil. Știrile din anii agoniei ieșene sunt triste. Acum abcesele picioarelor supurau, făceau cruste și-i produceau mâncărimi de nesuportat. La 1 august 1885 pleacă la Limanul de lângă Odesa unde stă cca două săptămâni, fiind renumit pentru nămolul lui care făcea minuni. Întors de la Odesa, poetul îți reia viața la Iași, mutându-se dintr-o locuință în alta, ca subbibliotecar „liberează cărți fără să le noteze în registru, cheltuiește toate depozitele de bani ce i se lasă pentru cărți” (Miron Pompiliu)

Eminescu devine agresiv pe stradă, necontrolat în atitudini, și este internat la bolnița de la Neamțu între 9 noiembrie și 9 aprilie 1887, unde este supus unui tratament empiric  pentru liniștire. Pentru moment își revine iarăși și este luat la Botoșani de sora lui, Henrieta. Acum se inițiază „liste de subscripție” pentru poet iar Henrieta anunța că poetul se simte mai bine. Pe 12 aprilie 1888 Veronica Micle vine la Botoșani, îl rupe pe Eminescu de Henrieta, împotriva voinței ei, și-l duce la București, cu scopul de a fi sub controlul ei și al medicilor. Interesant că acum Eminescu participă la spectacole de teatru, se plimbă pe stradă cu Veronica și cu alți amici, cum ar fi Alexandru Vlahuță. Eminescu a avut și decepții în familia lui. Pe când Eminescu era internat la Sanatorul Oberdoblind din Viena, tatăl lui, Gheorghe Eminovici, la vârsta de 72 de ani, murea în frig în odaia băieţilor din Ipoteşti pe o saltea de paie putrezită din cauza incontenenţei urinare, după o lungă afecţiune „genitourinară” (cancer la prostartă), sub îngrijirea lui Nicolae, care în ultimul timp gestiona şi treburile  moşiei. De altfel în 1883 Nicolae îi scria lui Mihai: „Tatei i-i mai bine; mai mult smintit la minte, după tipicul său…”  La înmormântarea tatălui s-au găsit 600 de lei sub pernă, probabil pitiţi de bătrân pentru cele trebuitoare la înmormântare. Gheorghe Eminovici a avut o înmormântare săracă, avându-i la cap doar pe Nicolae, şi Henrieta la care se adaugă şi fiul lui cel mai mic, Matei, chemat cu telegramă. Şi Nicolae dădea semne de alienaţie deoarece Gheorghe Eminovici în iunie 1883 îi scria lui Mihai, neştiind că şi el dădea aceleaşi semne: „Mi s-a urât cu viaţa, fă ce faci şi vino de-l ia, ca să-l duci în vreo casă de sănătate.” Tatăl poetului fusese un om deştept şi dârz, care a luptat cu viaţa. Fiu de ţărani, după spusa lui Matei, fiul lui, cu puţină învăţătură şi cu un car de minte, îşi face ucenicia ca scriitoraş pe la diferiţi moşieri, stabilindu-se la boierul Balş, urcând repede gradele sociale de la sulger la căminar, sărind peste gradele de clucer, polcovnic, medelnicer, stolnic şi paharnic, costându-l o căruţă de bani. Toată viaţa lui a fost un idealist, înglotat în datorii, cumpărând pământ şi judecându-se pentru te miri ce. Iată ce scria poetul despre tatăl lui unui prieten, probabil prin 1871 sau 72: „Nu ştii ce tată am. Sărac şi împovărat de o familie grea- e cu toate acestea înzestrat c-o deşteptăciune atât de mare, încât ar putea servi de protopop pentru acest viciu, după părerea mea cel mai nesuferit din lume. Măritându-se sora mea, el i-a promis 2000 de galbeni (…) ceea ce nici nu are, nici poate realiza (…) şi bătrânul meu e ca şi ruinat… Am fraţi mai mari şi mai mici decât mine, fără posiţiune-n lume- şi asta nu din cauza lor, ci numai din a deşertului, care voia a face din fiecare din ei om mare, şi sfârşind prin a-i lăsa cu studii neisprăvite, risipiţi prin străinătate, fără subzistenţă, în voia sorţii lor. O familie grea, îngreuiată încă prin deşertăciunea îndărătnicului bătrân…” Acum apare şi teama că vor pierde Ipoteşti căci în altă scrisoare el zice: „ Nu am prejudicii şi cu toate astea mi-ar părea rău, dacă ţarina aceea, unde zace ce-am avut mai scump în lume ( e vorba probabil de Casandra, prima lui iubită), ar încăpea în mâini străine…” În familia Eminovicilor durerile se ţineau lanţ. Ilie, elev în clasa a doua la Şcoala de medicină şi farmacie din Bucureşti a murit la Spitalul Oştirii „azi noapte, pe la orele cinci” în 22 decembrie 1863 bolnav de gastro-enterită. A fost înmormântat la 31 decembrie 1863, în cimitirul bisericii Visarion, fără ca vreun membru al familiei să participe la înmormântare,  cimitir desfiinţat între timp prin extinderea Cişmigiului. Eminescu i-a însăilat şi câteva versuri: „Mort e al meu frate Nimeni ochii n-a închis                                                                                                În străinătate. Poate-s deschişi şi-n groapă. Dar adesea într-al meu vis, Ochii mari albaştri Luminează un surâs, Din doi vineţi aştri” În sufletul poetului se cuibărise în acest timp şi altă durere pe care o ţinea secretă. Peste trei săptămâni moare şi iubita lui, Casandra, de la Ipoteşti, la 20 ghenar 1864 care fusese îngropată în cimitirul bisericii din Ipoteşti şi la care participase şi poetul, închinându-i ulterior nenumărate versuri. Şerban, bolnav de plămâni şi de tulburări mintale, murise la Berlin la 29 noiembrie 1874 la 33 de ani, lăsând în urmă mari datorii de înmormântare, Iorgu în 21 septembrie 1783 se împuşcase nebun la Ipoteşti la 29 de ani, acum o luase şi Nicolae razna. Matei, ultimul fiu, şi cel mai longeviv dintre fraţi, neplăcându-i cartea, s-a hotărât să plece voluntar în armată. La 26 ianuarie 1876, Mihai cerea un concediu pentru boala maică-si: „Având caz de boală grea în familie, rog acordarea unui concediu de zece zile, Eminescu” Poetul Mihai Eminescu asistase neputincios şi la moartea maică-si  pe 15 august 1876  la Ipoteşti, chemat urgent de la Iaşi de tatăl lui. Auzind veşti triste şi de taică-său, E. Ocăşanu ne relatează că numai cu o săptămână înainte de prăbuşirea lui Mihai,  Eminescu i-a declarat: „Eu mă apropii, cu paşi repezi, de nebunie; să aveţi grijă de mine…” De aproape patru ani, poetul avusese presimţiri negre cu privire la pierderea Ipoteştilor şi la ruinarea familiei. În ultimii trei ani Emionovici avusese mari cheltuieli cu înmormântarea lui Iorgu în 1873, cu 3000 de fiorini cheltuiţi de Aglaia şi Henrieta la băile de la Teplitz, sumă ce echivala cu venitul total al Ipoteştilor pe doi ani, apoi călătoria lui Eminovici la Praga să-şi găsească fetele, banii trimişi, după moartea lui Şerban la Berlin, botezul şi cumetria unui copil al Aglaiei, cheltuielile cu boala Ralucăi, plus cheltuielile casei. Înainte de moartea Ralucăi, Eminovici se împrumută de 1200 de galbeni punând garanţie Ipoteştii şi semnând ca chezaşi Matei, Henrieta şi Aglaia. Banii au fost cheltuiţi cu înmormântarea Ralucăi şi cu obligaţiile faţă de Drogli privind zestrea promisă. După o judecată cu ginerele, moşia Ipoteştilor la 10 februarie 1878 a fost vândută silit, adică 412 hectare de pământ, pădurea şi toate acareturile, s-au vândut cu preţul de 8200 de galbeni austrieci. Din acestă sumă, cumpărătorul Marinivici, mare negustor în Botoşani, a dat la facerea actului 2000de galbeni, restul achitându-se la 1 mai 1878, adică încă 2000 de galbeni, iar 4200 de galbeni achitându-se la 1 noiembrie 1878. Deşi cumpărătorul Marinovici a devenit proprietarul Ipoteştilor, chiar din momentul semnării actului, Gheorghe Eminovici a fost tolerat a se bucura în continuare, de toate veniturile moşiei, afară de pădure, până la data de 23 aprilie 1879. După înţelegerea cu Marinovici, Gheorghe Eminovici a rămas să exploateze moşia, împărţind veniturile între amândoi. După vânzarea Ipoteştilor, Mihai Eminescu s-a simţit ca un dezrădăcinat, de fiecare dată când venea la Ipoteşti se credea un străin, obligat parcă să-şi ceară voie de la cineva. O dată cu vânzarea Ipoteştilor, se spulberaseră visurile copilăriei: „Unde eşti copilărie cu pădurea ta cu tot?” Mormântul Casandrei devenise pentru el pierdut, deşi chipul ei era încă viu în memorie. Fiind bolnav, bătrânul Eminovici la sfârşitul lui mai 1881 a mers la Bucureşti ca să-şi vadă feciorul şi să  consulte nişte doctori, pentru tratamente medicale. Acum îi cumpără lui Eminescu haine, un ceasornic de aur cu lanţ care l-a costat  40 de galbeni şi-i mai lasă şi o sută de galbeni, partea lui de moştenire din averea părintească. Membrii familiei s-au zbătut cât au putut să repare greşala cu vânzarera Ipoteştilor. Ei voiau să răscumpere moşia, după iniţiativa pornită de Eminescu. „Să mă însor- zicea el- ca să pot răscumpăra Ipoteştii sau să împrumut bani de la Hristu. Avans să dea bătrânul, oricât ne-ar cere. Restul să se ia de la creditul funciar. Dobânzile la credit şi ratele lunare să le plătesc eu.” Era un vis al lui, amestecat cu primele semne ale nebuniei. Când Mihai s-a îmbolnăvit în august 1883, bătrânul merge iar la Bucureşti să se întâlnească cu Mihai, dar poetul cu mintea rătăcită nu l-a mai cunoscut, lăsându-i lui Maiorescu toate grija materială şi morală pentru viitorul poetului. După trimiterea poetului la Oberdobling la Viena, Maiorescu îl înştiinţează pe Gheorghe Eminovici printr-o scrisoare de starea poetului. Dar bătrânul, împovărat de griji şi doborât de boală, moare pe 8 ianuarie 1884. Se ştie că în martie acelaşi an se împuşcă şi Nicolae, lăsând grija casei pe Henrieta, care venise de la Botoşani în aceste împrejurări tragice. Momentul cel mai dramatic din ruinarea definitivă a Eminovicilor la Ipoteşti, l-a arătat Henrieta într-o scrisoare- răspuns către Titu Maiorescu care se mira de indiferenţa familiei la vestea îmbolnăvirii lui Mihai, necunoscând tragedia prin care trecea familia. „Sunt deja două luni trecute -zicea Henrieta-  de când au murit tatăl meu. La înmormântarea lui au fost de faţă şi fratele meu, locotenentul Matei, din Râm. Sărat; după înmormântare, în loc ca să facă fratele meu o catagrafie, el a început a vinde în dreapta şi în stânga toate obiectele mobile şi imobile, sub cuvânt că el va lua pe fratele său Niculai la sine, la 15 marţi. El au vândut toate vitele, la nr.27, mobile din casă, 5 stoguri de fân, trei vagoane de popuşoi, făcând trei părţi adică: lui, Niculai şi lui Mihai, luând cu sine banii şi toate hârtiile de valoare, mai ales obligaţiile de 6000 fr. Şi biblioteca lui Neculai, de mare valoare, zicând că el a sprijinit pe amândoi fraţi, şimai multe lucruri au făcut, care, deşi am o creştere de tot simplă, nu ţi le pot scrie; şi întrebat de mulţi din familie de ce el o face, răspunse că el va păstra pentru Mihai şi pre Nicu îl va lua la dânsul. Spre a vă încredinţa că vă scriu adevărul, o pot dovedi prin un înscris, ce au lăsat el însuşi, precum şi martori, mătuşile şi toţi casnicii în fine, satul întreg. Deci eu vă rog din inimă şi suflet a vă adresa fratelui meu Matei, care este obligat a-l ţine, luându-i toată partea lui. Eu sunt singură şi pribeagă, deoarece în Ipoteşti au intrat deja posesorul cel nou şi eu mă văd nevoită a mă depărta, pe lângă o mătuşă, la mănăstire…” Acesta este calvarul prin care treceau Eminovicii. Matei şi-a luat partea leului şi a plecat. Henrieta nu a fost primită de mătuşa ei la Agafton. Un farmacist Ion Franck din Botoşani, s-a simţit obligat, ca naş al lui Gheorghe Eminovici, primind  suma de 5000 de franci ca împrumut, s-o ia pe Henrieta la Botoşani, aşezând-o într-o casă cu chirie. Din dobânda primită, Henrieta trebuia să-şi achite chiria şi hrana zilnică. După plecarea Henrietei la Botoşani, gospodăria Eminovicilor a trecul pe la mai mulţi proprietari. În 1887, dup ce Eminescu vine de la Mânăstirea Neamţului, dă pe la sora lui pe la Botoşani, rămânând aici o mare perioadă de timp, făcând apel la mila urbei pentru întreţinere, până îl va lua Veronica Micle la Bucureşti. Pe 16 iunie 1889 moare şi Eminescu la Bucureşti, fără a avea pe nimeni la cap din familia lui. Apoi urmează sfârşitul Veronicăi Micle la Văratic pe 4 august 1889, otrăvită. La 14 octombrie 1889 moare şi Henrieta la Botoşani de o congestie cerebrală, fiind asistată doar de Aglaia, sora ei mai mare. Matei a lipsit de la înmormântare. A avut o înmormântare săracă, cu un număr restrâns de rude şi prieteni. Sicriul ordinar cu corpul neînsufleţit a fost dus la cimitirul Eternitatea într-o birjă cu un cal. După moartea ei, Ion Păun Pincio a văzut într-o dimineaţă pe Strada Teatrului din Botoşani nişte obiecte scoase la licitaţie: „o canapea, vreo două sofe, niscaiva cărţi şi câteva lucruri, toate vechi, toate hârbuite, care grăiau lumii de sărăcia, de mizeria” în care a trăit Henrieta Eminovici, sora poetului. Singurii supravieţuitori ai poetului au rămas Aglaie Drogli, căsătorită între timp cu Gareiss von Dollitzsturm, Aglaia a fost al optulea copil, născută la Ipoteşti la 7 mai 1852, la doi ani după Eminescu, căsătorită întâi cu  Ioan Drogli, profesor, cel care i-a ruinat prin zestrea cerută, apoi cu un ofiţer austriac von Dollitzsturm, decedând la 30 iulie 1900 Matei Eminovici, căpitanul, care a murit la o vârstă destul de înaintată la 14 decembrie 1929 şi a fost înmormântat în cimitirul din Bistriţa- Năsăud. De altfel cele mai multe date despre poet le-am obţinut prin amintirile lui care au trecut la fiul său Victor Eminescu pe care l-am cunoscut personal prin 1953 la Şcoala Pedagogică din Câmpulung, când venea împreună cu eminescologul Augustin Z.N.Pop să ne povestească despre viaţa lui Eminescu. Acesta a fost tragedia unei familii care a dat pe cel mai mare poet al nostru, Mihai Eminescu. Înainte cu un an de momentul fatidic al căderii nervoase de la 28 iunie 1883, Eminescu îi scria bunului său prieten Zamfir Constantin Arbore,iredentist şi redactor la ziarul ”Românul”, despre această intimă dorinţă de a se călugări. ”Ştii ce, dragul meu, hai să demisionăm, tu de la ”Românul”, eu de la ”Timpul”, şi hai să ne călugărim, căci nu suntem făcuţi să trăim între lupi. La mănăstire, în chiliile solitare, să scriem letopiseţe în cari să înşirăm tot ce îndură nenorocitul neam românesc, pentru ca să se ştie cât amar a suferit românul cât a trăit pe acest pământ”, îi scria poetul prietenului său în 1882.             –

În noaptea de 15 spre 16 iunie 1889, spre zorii zilei( după unii la orele 4), firul vieţii poetului Mihai Eminescu s-a rupt, nefiind asistat nici de medici, nici de familie, la sanatoriul Caritas din Bucureşti. Moartea s-a produs în somn, după o scurtă luciditate, când poetul raportase tânguitor doctorului de gardă, prin vizeta uşii de metal, că se simte năruit. Medicul l-a sfătuit să se culce, după ce i-a dat un pahar cu lapte. Pe 17 iunie 1889, într-o sâmbătă, a avut loc înmormântarea poetului. Corpul neînsufleţit al poetului a fost adus la biserica Sfântul Gheorghe cel Nou. La orele 16,30 s-a cântat prohodirea de către un sobor de preoţi în frunte cu preotul Bărcănescu, ,,în al cărui cântec se vedea durerea pentru pierderea unuia dintre cei mai buni prieteni”.  Lăcaşul bisericii, curtea şi împrejurimile erau înţesate de lume: ziarişti, intelectuali, profesori, studenţi, orăşeni, etc. O durere cumplită cuprinsese întreaga adunare. Corpul poetului era întins pe catafalc, avea ,,mustaţa neagră şi barba neagră şi puţin crescută”, ,,…capul şi aproape fruntea întreagă îi erau învelite într-un bandaj negru”

Catafalcul era înconjurat de coroanele ziarelor ,,Naţionalul” şi ,,Constituţionalul”, a revistei ,,Fântâna Blanduziei”, trimisă de tinerii redactori, a Academiei Române, a societăţii ,, Tinerimea română”, a societăţii universitare,,Unirea”, iar în partea dinspre altar o imensă coroana a Pesei şi la capul lui pe pânza neagră volumul lui de ,,Poezii”. Cuvântarea de adio trebuia ţinută de Laurian ,în numele prieteniei gazetăreşti, dar, pentru că n-a venit la timp, cuvântul a fost rostit de Grigore Ventura, prim redactor la ,,Adevărul”. Trecem pe lângă acest disurs improvizat care-i elogia opera, amintind doar frazele: ,,Acel ce zace aici înaintea noastră n-a fost al nimănui, ci al tuturor românilor. Nici noi conservatorii, nici junimiştii, nici liberalii n-au dreptul a revendica pe Eminescu, ca fiind numai al lor” De la biserică, cortegiul pleacă spre cimitirul Bellu pe următorul traseu, urmat de o mare de oameni: Universitate-Calea Victoriei-a coborât pe Calea Rahovei, a urcat câmpia Filaretului şi pe Calea  Şerban Vodă către Cimitirul Bellu. Nu a rămas nicio fotografie a înmormântării, singurul document care a fixat în tuş evenimentul a fost un desen al lui Jiquidi-tatăl, în momentul opririi cortegiului în faţa Universităţii. În imediata apropiere a dricului tras de cai se observă mergând pe jos Mihail Kogălniceanu, Toderiţă Roseti( fratele Elenei Cuza), Titu Maiorescu, Lascăr Catargiu, gazetarul Grigore Ventura, Traian Demetrescu, nedespărţitul prieten, Alexandru Chibici- Râvneanu, doctorul Ion Neagoe, tineri studenţi, intelectuali, profesori universitari, elevi, orăşeni. În faţa statuilor lui Eliade Rădulescu şi Mihai Viteazu sunt înfăţişaţi numeroşi elevi şi studenţi cu capul descoperit, aduşi de dascalii lor. În faţa Universităţii profesorul Dimitrie August Laurian a ţinut o cuvântare care a omagiat în cuvinte vibrante viaţa poetului, după care a luat cuvântul Gheorghe Calmuschi, un student botoşenean. Profund mişcat, Calmuschi s-a adresat direct poetului cu un discurs vibrant cu o voce tânguită, înecat în lacrimi, amintind de toate suferinţele poetului. După impresionanta lui cuvântare, care-i robiră pe toţi câteva minute, se stârnise un murmur de admiraţie în toată mulţimea. Studentul vorbise ca un adevărat orator. În timp ce convoiul mortuar  urca dealul Filaretului, se făcuse aproape seară. Începuse o bură de ploaie măruntă, semn că şi cerul vărsa lacrimile lui la durerea morţii poetului. Undeva spre apus, soarele, printre nouri, îşi arunca ultimele raze roşietice peste cimitirul Bellu. .Ajunşi pe aleea înmormqntării, au pus sicriul jos, şi după o scurtă slujbă, ă vorbit doctorul Neagoe, unul dintre foştii prieteni de pe vremea studenţiei de la Viena, aducându-i un ultim omagiu. Studenţi  Şcolii Normale, şase la număr, au luat pe umere sicriul şi l-au dus lângă groapa săpată proaspăt sub un tei; patru dintre ei l-au coborât uşor în hăul pământului. Maiorescu cu câţiva prieteni au aruncat primii bolovani care au sunat straniu peste cutia de brad, care-i purta rămaşiţele pământeşti ale poetului. Aşa s-au terminat ultimele clipe legate de viaţa poetului. Ca o ironie ă sorţii, înmormântarea poetului fusese făcută cu cheltuială din chetă publică. Iată şi lista contribuabililor: T. Maiorescu……….100 lei; Alexandru Djuvara…60 lei; J. I. Socecu…………40 lei; Teodor Rosetti……..60 lei; Dr. Neagoe…………40 lei; D. Cepescu…………20 lei; Ioan Colţescu………20 lei; Profesor Mândreanu 20 lei; Dr. Mihaiu…………10 lei; Kogălniceanu…….120 lei- în dreptul lui nu este explicaţia daca i-ă plătit .        Dr. C. Felix…………20 lei Total………………..390 lei; deci Kogalniceanu ( marele Kogălniceanu !) nu a  plătit! ,,Să doarmă în pace necăjitul suflet, avea să-i ureze fostul său prieten, Caragiale, care se simţea vinovat pentru şicanele sentimentale pe care i le provocase- Ferventul budist este acum fericit: el s-a întors în Nirvana.” La moartea lui Eminescu nu s-a făcut nicio fotografie, fiul lui Jiqvidi, participant la înmormântare, a făcut această ilustrată în peniţă. În urma mulţimii care l-a însoţit până la mormânt, o trăsură închisă îi uma calea având-o pe Veronica, ferită de ochii lumii, pe capra din spate. Prezenţa ei fusese foarte discretă atât la biserică cât şi la mormânt. Ştia că lumea o ura, mai ales protipendada care participa la înmormântare. Femeia plânsă, îmbrăcată toată în doliu, a aşteptat până s-ă retras lumea şi, singură, în faţa reavănului mormânt, îi jura lui Eminescu că peste cincizeci de zile , se vor întânli pe meleagurile veşniciei, va fi şi ea lângă el. Timp de două săptămâni, aproape zilnic se ducea la mormântul lui şi-i punea câte-o floare pe pământul reavăn. De altfel, ştiindu-l foarte bolnav, Veronica Micle în anul 1887 se mută la Bucureşti cu dorinţa de a-l ajuta şi de a fi lângă el. Prin aprilie 1888 se repezise la Botoşani  şi-l convinsese pe poet să vină la Bucureşti.  Îşi măritase fetele şi acum avea timp destul să se ocupe de sănătatea lui. De multe ori erau văzuţi împreună în lumea artiştilor, la teatru sau la alte spectacole. Există şi o fotografie cu ei amândoi în mijlocul artiştilor de la teatru. Din păcate Eminescu n-a ascultat-o şi şi-a grăbit moartea. Curios că exact în noaptea când a murit el, a avut un vis urât, s-a sculat şi Veronica Micle i-ă închinat o poezie, prevestind marea catastrofă:,, Raze de lună-Lui” ,,Ce n-ar da un mort din groapă pentr-un răsărit de lună! Ai zis tu şi eu atuncia, când pe-a dorului aripe, Duşi de al iubirii farmec,- privind cerul împreună- Noi visam eternitatea în durata unei clipe” E posibil ca intriga nenorocită ţesută în jurul ziaristului Eminescu de slugile Imperiului Austro-Ungarsă se fi suprapus cu boala lui, făcându-l nebun. Apoi injecţiile cu mercur erau metode empirice la acea dată în medicină. Să fi fost societatea ,,Carpaţi” cauza care cerea Ardealul, mobilizând mii de români? Sau fulminantele lui articole din ,,Timpul” împotriva Imperiului? Să fi acţionat unii dintre junimişti ca spioni ai imperiului? Sau Maiorescu să fi jucat un rol dublu? Pe deoparte să-l ajute pe Eminescu şi pe de altă parte sa-l incrimineze?Eu nu ştiu cum s-au suprapus nişte coincidenţe peste viaţa lui. Cum se face că pe 8 iunie 83 e luat pe sus şi băgat în ospiciu şi imediat pe ziua de 28 iunie 1883 Austro-Ungaria rupe relaţiile diplomatice cu România, Bismark ameninţă cu războiul, executând manevre militare în Transilvania iar presa maghiară ameninţă cu anexarea Valahiei. Medicul Ovidiu Vuia susţine că până în 1883 Eminescu a fost psihic normal, nu a prezentat semne de lues ereditar, în 1872 a avut o hepatită, mai târziu o enterocolită, urmată de o artrită, boli care n-au avut nicio legătură cu infecţia luetică. Încet-încet Eminescu își dăduse seama că este părăsit de prieteni. Pe Maiorescu îl face smintit ( vezi celebra Ex. Min. Tit. Maiorescu), junimiștii îl ocolesc, Slavici se depărtează și el sub diferite pretexte, doctorul Bardeleban, medicul curant al regelui și soțul lui Mite, ducea vești despre el nu tocmai potrivite reginei. De aici și furia lui Eminescu pentru rege. Semnalul este dat de celebra ,,Mai potoliți-l pe Eminescu!” a lui Carp. Trebuia cu tot dinadinsul înlăturat de la ziarul care devenise un potențial pericol. Și așa-zisa nebunie a lui a căzut ca o mană cerească . După 1883 viaţa lui pendulează între reverie şi durere. Între 1883 și 1889 biografii lui scot în evidență mai mult latura lui ,,bolnavă”.Dacă ne-am apleca cu mai multă atenție asupra acestei perioade am constata că Eminescu a avut mai multe clipe de luciditate decât de reverie. Cum se face că dus la Viena cu escortă polițienească la sanatoriul Oberdobling, fără nici un tratament, în câteva zise își revine și vorbește cu doctorii filozofie, despre vechimea limbii noastre, recită versuri, de asemenea este invitat la masă, purtându-se ca un om normal. Același lucru putem spune despre el și când este internat la Odesa. Aici se comportă normal, scrie scrisori în țară, vorbește cu doctorii, este invitat la masă etc. El a continuat să  scrie și poezie. Dar n-a mai avut lădoaiele lui să-și păstreze ciornele, sau caietele lui, hârtia scrisă, mototolită, fie s-a pierdut, fie a fost aruncată la gunoi. Dar când vine în țară și i se administrează injecțiile cu mercur, cade în reverie, îmbolnăvindu-se mai rău. Sau acele tratamente empirice cu apă și funii ude, ca pe timpul evului mediu. Și mai rău, cum îl bagi între niște nebuni clinici, unde este lovit de alt nebun, Petre Poenaru, cu o piatră zvârlită în cap. Vă închipuiți ce calvar? Mai degrabă Eminescu a suferit o mare depresie sufletească, văzându-se înlăturat de la Timpul, ziarul lui de suflet, unde și-a pus în joc toată pasiunea lui jurnalistică. Văzându-se fără un venit care să-i asigure un trai normal, Eminescu, s-a înstrăinat, a căzut într-o apatie iremediabilă. La toate acestea s-a adăugat și refuzul lui Maiorescu de a-i încuviința căsătoria cu Veronica Micle. Dacă această căsătorie avea loc, poate soarta lui era alta. Eminescu este şi rămâne zeul tutelar al românilor. Asemenea Luceafărului, el a apărut pe bolta literelor româneşti la o răscruce de drumuri şi de timpuri. Totul se rezumă la cuvântul modernizare. Modernizarea limbii, ieşirea ei din ciunismul şi pumnismul timpului, aplecare spre producţiile populare, spre limba poporului care se articulează cu limba literară. Vine apoi Junimea care ridică limba din marasmul producţiilor de duzină şi-i scoate la iveală pe Slavici, Caragiale, Eminescu şi Creangă. Nu întâmplător unul e romancier, altul dramaturg, altul poet şi ultimul povestitor. Patru genuri în care literatura română excelează. Complexitatea proteică în opera lui Eminescu te întâmpină pretutindeni. El caută mereu ,, cuvântul ce exprimă adevărul” într-o fugă melodică fără precedent. Ridică erosului cele mai frumoase versuri din literatura română. Eminescu descopere lumea așa cum este, aceasta este revelația noastră când îi citim opera. Fenomenul Eminescu a fost unic, de la el încoace poezia se scrie altfel. Ba chiar putem să spunem că adevărata poezie începe cu Eminescu.

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