Dejan Stojanovic
Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet. ― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun. (New Avenue Books June 13, 2012) Originally published 1999.
Category: Serbian Literature
Aleksandar Ristović,
I don’t care about the flowers, / which I merely invented / to give myself another reason to address you. — Aleksandar Ristović, from “Day-Dreaming in the midst of spring labors,” Devil’s Lunch: Selected Poems. Translated by Charles Simic. (Faber & Faber February 28, 2000)
Milorad Pavić
I could see the bird soaring away. And then I realised there was no more shutting of your eyes to the truth,no salvation in being blindfolded, no dream and reality,no being awake or asleep. Everything is one and the same continuing eternal day and world, coiling around you like a snake. This is when I… Continue reading Milorad Pavić
Milorad Pavić
I could see the bird soaring away. And then I realised there was no more shutting of your eyes to the truth,no salvation in being blindfolded, no dream and reality,no being awake or asleep. Everything is one and the same continuing eternal day and world, coiling around you like a snake. This is when I… Continue reading Milorad Pavić
Milan Djordjevic
My dear Nothing, with love and words I keep trying to breathe life into you. With so much flirting, I’m becoming a part of you. — Milan Djordjevic, from “Love Poem,” Oranges and Snow. Translated by Charles Simic. (Princeton University Press, 2010)
Aleksandar Ristović
About Death and Other Things How strange will be my death, of which I’ve been thinking since childhood: A sedentary old man leaving a small-town library leans to one side and eventually collapses on the lawn. I’ve every reason to believe that I’ll experience what the others have experienced while I climb the stairs carrying… Continue reading Aleksandar Ristović
The Vale of Soul-Making 