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ISTI SAN

Uhvatio te san moje smrti i ne ustaješ od snova Ako... U javi Ima samo bola očiju od usporenih kretnji Živih boja detinjstva koje se slivaju uvis bez oblika I svaki drugi je lud u svojoj vrsti i mali Jezovito jauče Oblaci menjaju smjer Kiša Ako... Igra jazz muzika u limenim glavama i navodnjava gljive One se nemilosrdno množe na površini glave Kosa je otpala I dalje spavaš na fotelji koja vonja na mačju mokraću Ako... Ko zna čiju mi mokraću mirišemo i čiji karijes žvaćemo svaki dan Tek pokatkada ličimo na sretno dete na leđima delfina Ti... Iz gotskog dvorca...

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DALEKO

I Videla sam okamenjene osmehe luda Kako na njihovim licima masni crvi rastu Gusenice tenkova bučnih nad glavom Bežala sam od jezika lutki Daleko... Osetila sam miris kuvanog jela od Orka Sa mirisom poruba i jarčevom pesmom slaveći Lov na decu i kupljena srca Bežala sam od melodije klanja Daleko... Čula sam urlike žena u orgijama templara tresnutih Na raščupanoj kosi grožđe opijanja je palo Izložbe silikona na revijama nagrada Bežala sam daleko od dijadema Daleko... Ispiranje vrana pod pepelom priviđenja iškrabanih Reči ispljuvane...

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RED BALLOON

Jednog ćeš dana na zemlju pasti Ispuhan balon škrabasto dezorijentiran Ako te nađem obešenog o neku granu samoće Pokloniću ti dah do savršene okruglosti I svezaću te kao kolajnu s vrpcom mira I videti te kako ustaješ s mojim dahom Tamo gde te čeka fešta razmaženih sunaca

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LUCID DREAM

Bila sam samo dete Na leđima mi nacrtaše kuću kao grb Otvorenih prozora i s dimnjakom Koji je dimio iznad moje glave Kornjača hoda... Kornjača hoda... Zelenooki blede u gradskim portretima Bledila se umnožavaju svakim danom po zidovima sivim Mitovi poraza u ljudima zamišljenim Osvećeni na zidnim ikonama posmatraju žive Živi teku Živi teku Živi na asfaltu sade eksere Kako bi pričvrstili poraze na zidnom vremenu Slike bežanja na tavanu neba obešenog U drevnu budućnost mora se potapaju Potapaju Potapaju Zamrznute duše na mojim...

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Farewell to Belgrade

Three times I kiss you farewell, Belgrade. Once for your brimming streets and crumbling houses, your defiant greenery and sooty walls, your buses, trams, monuments, slopes and stairs. Once for for your busy, beautiful crowds, walkers, drivers, talkers, smokers, drinkers, shouters. Once for your larger-than-lifeness, your tucked-away brutality, your childish, glorious friendliness and all the promises that circle your skies like a everlastlingly turbulent flock of jackdaws. Three times I kiss you farewell, Belgrade, wondering ”Will there be a revelation when the final moments are taken...

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Going underground

Just like Blacky in the Kusturica movie, I have now experienced Belgrade from underground. An excellent tour which explained the complicated story of a city that has been a military target in over in 115 wars and destroyed 44 times.  

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War museum, get-together & tripice

The war museum in Kalemegdan is–not surpringsingly–a labyrinth of corridors and display cases where Ex-Jugoslav and Serbian history is exhibited in all its spectacular complexity and brutality. Our head spun after trying to follow this confusing and often disturbing story, told by artifacts like an Illyrian spear, a Byzantine helmet, a janissary uniform, a German incendiary bomb, a chetnik hat, a partisan machine gun, a Croatian AK-47, an Albanian mortar, a NATO graphite bomb. It was a relief to leave the stale air of the museum and stand on the sunflooded ramparts of Kalemegdan...

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Giving lecture about science communication

It may seem peculiar that my assignment this morning was to give a lecture at the Faculty of Biology: three hours about science communication in the library where portraits of stern professors from times past looked down at me and the students. Actually, this was the seed from which my entire visit grew and was planned before I even heard of the Kuća Za Pisce program. (More about this stuff here.)  The individuals involved know how grateful I am for the efforts they made to create this opportunity for me. Here am I on my way to the lecture. This photo is a great representation...

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