DON’T EVEN TRY…
NI NE POKUSAVAJ…
is nothing else
demented illusion
to cast Picasso into Moliere,
My poem
but
of this
character
Me
Pity on him,
Alas !
He doesn’t know
that Guernica is the one and only.
We are them,
we are they
they
who keep repeating themselves !
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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 !
poetryrepairs #233 v17,01:012
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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