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Professor PhD Mila Alečković about the poetry of Saša Milivojev

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Professor PhD Mila Alečković Professor PhD Mila Alečković about the poetry of Saša Milivojev Had it not been for a fact that I myself am a child of a poet, I may have failed to perceive the talent of a young man who lives faraway from his hometown, yet not far from his ancient archetype. Was Sasha Milivoyev born a poet, or is this what he had become, out of what breadth bears in its trail, that sharpens the senses and adds up all the sufferings, regardless. Milivoyev is simply a poet in the melancholy backdrop of the maker, who is sheltered and strengthened by his verses. Milivoyev knows that with poetry one transcends to timelessness, to infinity, to imortality and namelessness in which we become the twins and transmitters of Chist's words, hence in his "Message After death" he says: And I have died, in antiquity, and noone ached for me. Some rejoiced, young as I was, as I bled on the cross, drenched in blood, in agony. Not a single tear rolled down for me, when they na

PROFESSOR EMERITUS PHD RADE BOŽOVIĆ ABOUT THE VERSES OF SAŠA MILIVOJEV'S "PAIN OF THE WORLD"

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PROFESSOR EMERITUS PHD RADE BOŽOVIĆ Professor emeritus PhD Rade Božović about the verses  of Saša Milivojev's "Pain of the world" A prolonged and warning cry of Saša Milivojev is always and anew prompting us to carefully contemplate the world we are living in. Alas, the world is far too small for a true literate and must be treated planetarly. However, these verses of Saša are not sent forth from Pan's flute, they are wailing from Rumi's Nay, a type of Middle-Eastern flute. And it seems as if, they are once again embodying the warning and worrying words of Rumi "Don't sit under a tree with those that do not understand you, sit only with those who know and understand you. Sit only under a tree that is full of blossoms", from now on.  My Saša, it is hard being a poet in these times, dry and wasted. It is as hard as ascending the Axis mundi , the never-ending, invisible, heavenly pillar. The heavens are soaring and the earth is unyielding. A timber po

Saša Milivojev - SVETSKI BOL

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Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev SVETSKI BOL I u ovom veku R e k e   k r v i   t e k u B o m b e   o djeku j u D e c u   u b i j a j u G l a v e   o d r u b l j u j u M i l i o n i   g l a d u j u B o l e s t i   p r o ždiru A ti pevaš   Drhte vešala Doline leševa U slanim suzama Gnojnim ranama Plen smo vranama   Gnjila creva Gladnim vukovima   Srušena kuća Mali dečak jeca Nad telom mrtvog oca   Srušene škole Hramovi i mostovi Vrište krvavi svatovi   Mali beli sanduci Majčinski jauci Iznad Urana Čuju se bolni urlici U ludilu buncaju pesnici A ti ćutiš   Oči su ti izvadili Kad su ti ćerku silovali Žicom zadavili Braću su ti oteli U podrumu ih mukom mučili Metalnim cevima Prste im lomili Testerama lobanje otvarali Noge kolima rastrgali Udove mačetama odsecali Kožu s leđa odrali Šlepere leševa buldožerima zakopavali Kosti putevima zabetonirali Bunar bez dna telima napunili Priđi bliže Pogledaj dole Beskrajni mrak dubine Da čuješ muk vasione   Nevino oko iskrom svetluca Nemoćno na zemlju pada