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P u b l i s h i n g P o e m s b y P e r f o r m i n g
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I organized an interactive performing evening in a former publishing house at one of the most famous modernist skyscrapers of ex-Yugoslawia, The Vjesnik building, once a symbol for journalism in Croatia. With help of the participants we read, recorded, moved through, ate, draw, silenced and staged out my poems that I have been writing since I was 15 years old.
Your words can develop like strings you speak the language of sand and brush the small desert under the water. You gained the fluid of the matter, it is your conversation to the Past. You can walk slowly though your feet are fast and the steps of your words tender. Embrace the waterly music, catch up the floating Sun. |
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I mainly write poetry in my mother tongue, Croatian. To experience some of them click here.
I keep an open call for people
who would love to record reading my poems.
If you wish to do so, just contact me.
I keep an open call for people
who would love to record reading my poems.
If you wish to do so, just contact me.
| revolution_of_being.mp4 |
It is not that you make something happen, but that something happens.
Revolution of being happens by accident.
It is rather letting accident to happen.
Trees float.
Trees are rooted.
Can you at the same time keep the word and lye?
Trees are raptures.
Entrances.
Trees are rather between the trees than the trees.
Who says that tree is a tree? Or that opposite should be the opposite?
Who says that it has been said?
Trees are raptures of reality.
Every threshold is a rapture of reality.
It is easy to recognize that zebra has black stripes on a white background or
that zebra has white stripes on a black background.
The same thing.
From one of the pictures you’ve chosen, create the sight.
Intensity of leaving is intensity of living.
Trees are foggy shadows.
Approachable.
Light as a singing bird.
Gentle as a song of a singing bird.
My feelings are full of my body.
How far can you go?
How far do you go?
How close is yours far-away?
Close-away.
Revolution of being happens by accident.
It is rather letting accident to happen.
Trees float.
Trees are rooted.
Can you at the same time keep the word and lye?
Trees are raptures.
Entrances.
Trees are rather between the trees than the trees.
Who says that tree is a tree? Or that opposite should be the opposite?
Who says that it has been said?
Trees are raptures of reality.
Every threshold is a rapture of reality.
It is easy to recognize that zebra has black stripes on a white background or
that zebra has white stripes on a black background.
The same thing.
From one of the pictures you’ve chosen, create the sight.
Intensity of leaving is intensity of living.
Trees are foggy shadows.
Approachable.
Light as a singing bird.
Gentle as a song of a singing bird.
My feelings are full of my body.
How far can you go?
How far do you go?
How close is yours far-away?
Close-away.
