The traditional end-of-year-survey, year 11

Another year has gone by, another traditional survey comes up. When someone posted it on their then-popular LiveJournal in December 2002, a couple of friends and I did it just for fun. Who’d think this would span an entire decade? Moreover, who’d think it would survive the famed end of the world ten days ago? Read on

Gramps And the New Year Man

For the past couple of days, Gramps has been doubting his own health. She was nowhere to be found, neither he had an idea on where to look for her. He thought that, perhaps, he’s got a couple of screws loose.
After some time, he was sitting down in the waiting room of the Institute Read on

Gramps, Who Knocks on Every Single Door

I’m starting to post translated installments of my “Dedica” (Gramps) stories originally published on my native language blog. The first story has been reworked in order not to refer to myself and the dream the old man first appeared in back in 2000; which I am eventually going to do with the original language version as well.

Ugalj / Coal

This is a rework of the poem that was originally named after the first line; and written in April. I wanted to make it better, so it can be a part of the Cordon Sanitaire series. A fairly common structure is a plus.

Noel Gibson / Noelle Gibson

Odd things come to one’s mind when falling asleep. I don’t know anyone called Noelle Gibson, nor the rest of it makes sense; but let’s say that I was holding the tablet and waiting for my allergy meds to kick in…and this came out of it.

Uspavanka za krevet / Lullaby For A Bed

I spotted an ongoing theme in most of my 2012 poems, at last. Backed by my ugly habit of writing about things as-they-happen; which – for example – turned the poetry from the second half of 2011 into documentation of something that I wasn’t going to succeed at, step by step; I’ve realised most of the recent poems are about seeing the same events and situations from different viewpoints.

Žaklina / Jacqueline

This was written late in March, at the time Picasso’s pottery was exhibited here in Belgrade.
Munjama crtka li crtka leptire ucene
da popuni
njegove bore oko očiju barem do sutra,
Knjige krvare pričama dok ih gutaju,
ali ona
živi život princeze iz bajke,
Žaklina, Žaklina, Žaklina….
…OPET ŽAKLINA. I opet, opet ta Žaklina.
Zatvorila i otvorila kutiju,
da li si, Žaklina,
da li si Read on

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