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SABAHUDIN HADZIALIC : SISYPHUS' STRUGGLE
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MARGARITAS ANTE PORTAS
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MARGARITAS ANTE PORTAS

I am the reconciliation of her dreams But her soul craves peace. the place you are yet to reach, is the place where your hopes stretch. Hope is the last to die With a bit of luck !

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POSYSCRIPT
editor JH

What happens when the multicultural state collapses (as did Hungary after Trianon, India in the 1940s, the Soviet Union under Gorbachev, Yuguoslavia, and its model, Bosnia)? What happens to the people? SANABUDIN HADZIALIC, the last Yugoslav poet laureate, takes up the question of identity in his SISYPHUS' STRUGGLE. No longer neighbors but foreignets in their homeland, citizens today affiliated loosely tomorrow not at all. Individuals, like the places where they live, citizens seek scattered through a jigsaw puzzle of city-states and would-be regional powers. Seeking new criteria for who they are, what purpose do I serve? how they relate to one another. Friendships are strained or broken, normal activity under the old regime becomes suspect, even criminal. As the social matrix falls apart, people struggle repeatedly to re-establish themselves again and again. How? The questions of citizenship in a collapsed muticultural state become questions of individual identity in newly constituted individual-to=individual relationships. But the question goes deeper...to who am I? How does one identify oneself in the new world of trampled identities? SABAHUDIN HADZIALIC takes up the personal aspect of these questions in Who Am I, Part TWO of SISYPHUS' STRUGGLE for poetryrepairs.v17.c05 to be online in May of this year.




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