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Mihai Eminescu, 160 years

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Eminescu as I saw in the note of 500 Lei Veronica Micle, Eminescu's lover

The first time that I had notice of Mihai Eminescu was in a tourist office of Romania; I saw a poster with the national money notes and immediately realize that sometimes you can find a handsome face in this unusual places… Eminescu had a real attractive face. When I knew that he is the national poet and belong to the romanticism, immediately I thought in Lord Byron.

Will see.

The second meeting with Eminescu was in a primary school, where were celebrating the 160 anniversary of his birth. I couldn’t understand any poem, but I usually enjoy this type of events, and their attract the curiosity about this romantic man.

Eminescu appears in life:

 

Mihai Eminescu starts to be alive in Ipotesti, Botosani, region belonging to the north of the Rumanian Moldova, in 1850. The real surname was Eminovici; his father was Austrian, but he changed it because one magazine where he wrote poems wanted to make the surname more romanian.

He didn’t finish the secondary studies, preferring another way to build his mind and ideas;  between 16 and 19 years old, Eminescu decided to travel around different places of Romania, visiting Cernauti, Blaj, Sibiu, Giurgiu and Bucarest, where the most of population was romanian. He was really interested in the romanian culture and tried to deep in the knowledge of it. He subsist writing in magazines, doing translations and with little jobs in several theatres.

Youth Period: choosing bohemian life

 

Eminescu’s father tried to put his son in the right way, and promise him to give money for studying in the University of Vienna, but the young Mihai decided to study there… only going there to listen lessons. He refused to the officiallity and the title.

In this atmosphere, he joins in a literary group and spends time studying the most important literature plays of occident.

Love:

 

A romantic life cannot be it without a person to love furiously, and the lucky girl was called Veronica Micle. Veronica was too a romantic poet who got married when she was 14 years with a man 30 years older than her… for her own wish. She knew Eminescu in Vienna, when they were 22 years old and, more or less, they were together until the end. Almost two months after Eminescu’s death, she suicided with arsenic. Love is so dangerous sometimes.

Return to Romania and official own life:

 

When Eminescu was 24 years, he returns to Iasi, in Romania. He works in the library and writing in newsletters and magazines. His material resources was precarious. Three years after, he goes to live in Bucarest, being the redactor-boss of the official conservative party’s newsletter.

If you read about his politic opinion, can find think like this:

“ The capital, that must to be what it is for its nature, it means, a result of work and one of its instruments, is, a lot of times, as individual possession, the result of fault machinations, of the exploitation of the population thought artificial and no long in the time companies, of the stock exchange plays, and of the lies. Economic elements less healthy, industry gentlemen and artist in the talkativeness, grow up so quickly in the high class of Romanian society, in the places that before were reserved for the illustrious lineages or more environment intelligent (…). In all the places, the ancient values died and are changed for a brutal materialism; the century’s culture, beside the poverty of working class, threat the great building of christian civilization. Sakespeare left his place to the buffooneries, and incest and adultery dramas; the cancan throws far away to Beethoven, the great ideas go declined, the gods died.”

So deep declaration of principle.

Death comes:

In the first years of his 30 age, Eminescu stars to have health problems, and he died the 15th of June 1889, in a hospital. I have tried to know how exactly was the illness that kills him, but was not possible. I left in this place, a Eminescu’s poem about the death:

Ode (in ancient meter) Hardly had I thought I should learn to perish; Ever young, enwrapped in my robe I wandered, Raising dreamy eyes to the star styled often Solitude's symbol. All at once, however, you crossed my pathway - Suffering - you, painfully sweet, yet torture... To the lees I drank the delight of dying - Pitiless torment. Sadly racked, I'm burning alive like Nessus, Or like Hercules by his garment poisoned; Nor can I extinguish my flames with every Billow of oceans. By my own illusion consumed I'm wailing On my own grim pyre in flames I'm melting... Can I hope to rise again like the Phoenix Bird from the ashes? May all tempting eyes vanish from my pathway Come back to my breast, you indifferent sorrow! So that I may quietly die, restore me To my own being!

Some eminescuan sentences:

 

 

Education:

 

“Romanian children are heavily with a number so big of signatures and different types, that the teachers included can’t have order in his minds. Children don’t learn nothing in reality, because memory doesn’t keep nothing that didn’t understand before, nothing where the children’s interest and judge didn’t had participation. The only effect of putting in the children’s memory all this information is generate in their aversion of books.”

 

And for the end, philosophy:

                                       

-“The passions make you smaller, the Passion makes you bigger.”

-“Every human is a question putting again in front of the Spirit of the Universe.”

-“Every generous thinking, every big discover, have the origin in the heart and claim to the heart.”

-“In every man there is an infinite queue of men.”

-“Every thing has its own measure in itself.”

Nice to meet you, Eminescu. Ne vedem!

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