Plaža pored bolnice Beach by the Hospital 7. međunarodni festival suvremene poezije 7th International Festival of Contemporary Poetry nakladnik publisher Brutal - Udruga za promicanje kulture i umjetnosti Brutal - Association for the promotion of culture and arts (www.brutal.hr) za nakladnika for publisher Silvestar Vrljić urednik editor Silvestar Vrljić lektura i korektura proof-reading and line editing Serena Todesco, Silvestar Vrljić suradnici collaborators Željka Černok, Romana Perečinec, Serena Todesco grafička priprema i naslovnica prepress and cover Lena Telenta
Autor fotografije na naslovnici: Silvestar Vrljić
tisak print Inter nos d.o.o., Zagreb godina izdanja published 2012.
Plaža Beach pored bolnice by the Hospital 7. međunarodni festival suvremene poezije
7th International Festival of Contemporary Poetry
Zagreb, 2012.
Sadržaj Contents
Silvestar Vrljić
Predgovor
Sonja Harter
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Foreword
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Bosse Hellsten
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Davor Mandić
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Pedro Sena-Lino
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Tom Van De Voorde
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Martina Vidaić
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Predgovor Međunarodni festival suvremene poezije doživljava svoje sedmo izdanje, kojim se ova manifestacija pretvara iz upornog godišnjeg odbijanja da se prilagodimo situaciji u kojoj raditi pjesnički festival možda doista graniči s ludilom, u ozbiljnu tradiciju koja i nas u Brutalu pomalo plaši. Da, ta nas tradicija plaši, možda više nego majanska proročanstva o kraju svijeta, koji bi mogao lako pasti u vrijeme festivala. Možda je to stvarno kraj. Šest divnih pjesnika čitat će vam tri dana svoje pjesme, dok se svijet bude raspadao pred našim očima, pa svi sa zatvaranja festivala možemo otići ravno u nebo na neki happy hour, ili gdje god u takvom trenutku odlaze pjesnici i njihova publika. Ako kraja i ne bude i pokaže se da je netko sve skupa krivo izračunao, nećemo se osjećati glupo. Uživat ćemo u odličnoj poeziji, dobro se provesti, pročitati ovu knjigu od korica do korica i zauvijek to pamtiti. Stoga obucite svoju najbolju robu, operite kosu, oprostite se od bližnjih, dođite i budite dio nečega velikog.
Silvestar Vrljić
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Foreword The International Festival of Contemporary Poetry has come to its seventh edition, through which our persistent annual refusal to adapt to a situation where to make a poetry festival maybe does border with madness, has turned into a serious tradition that scares a bit even us in Brutal. Yes, that tradition scares us, maybe even more than Mayan prophecies about the end of the world, which could easily occur during the time of the festival. Perhaps it really is the end. For three days, six wonderful poets will read their poems for you, while the world collapses before your eyes, so that, directly from the closure of the festival, we can all go to heaven, to some happy hour, or wherever poets and their audience go on such a moment. Even if the end does not occur, and it turns out that someone has miscalculated the whole of it, we shall not feel stupid. We shall enjoy excellent poetry, have a good time, read this book from its front to its back cover, and remember all this forever. Thus, put your best clothes on, wash your hair, say goodbye to your close ones and become part of something big.
Silvestar Vrljić
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Fotografija: Renate Harter
sonjaHARTER
Fotografija: Jakob Goldstein
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Sonja Harter rođena je u Grazu (Austrija) 1983. godine. Objavila je dvije zbirke pjesama: barfuß richtung festland (bosonoga prema kopnu) 2005. i einstichspuren, himmel (ubodni tragovi, nebo) 2008. godine. Poeziju je objavljivala u raznim časopisima poput manuskripte i lichtungen te u nekoliko antologija poput Lyrik von Jetzt 2 ili Jahrbuch der Lyrik u Njemačkoj. Pjesme su joj prevedene na francuski, talijanski, španjolski, poljski i hrvatski jezik. Sonja Harter živi kao novinar u Beču, gdje je studirala njemačku književnost i lingvistiku.
Sonja Harter was born in Graz (Austria) in 1983. She has published two poetry collections: barfuß richtung festland (barefoot towards mainland) in 2005 and einstichspuren, himmel (stabing marks, heaven) in 2008. She has published poetry in various magazines such as manuskripte and lichtungen and in several anthologies such as Lyrik von Jetzt 2 or Jahrbuch der Lyrik in Germany. Her poems have been translated into French, Italian, Spanish, Polish an Croatian. Sonja Harter lives as a journalist in Vienna where she also studied German Literature and Linguistics.
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zrnato, šumno: tvoja mi slika (centimetar po centimetar) pada u širom otvoreno lice. ne mogu čekanje odbrojati na jednoj ruci, i crno-bijele noći. dešifriram svaki pokret, tvoja slika, zrnata, do posljednjeg trenutka, mogu odbrojati prste, noći bijele, imaš kožu, nos i: nemoguću kosu.
Prijevod s njemačkog: Romana Perečinec
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sonjaHARTER
grainy, hissing: your picture falls (centimeter by centimeter) in my wide open face. I can’t count the waiting on one hand, black and white the nights. I’m decoding every move, your picture, grainy, up to the last moment, I can count the fingers the nights white, you have skin, nose, and: impossible hair.
Translation from German: Sonja Harter
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Fotografija: Alska Hellsten
BOSSEHELLSTEN
Fotografija: Pia SirĂŠn
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Bosse Hellsten rođen je 1978. godine u Kokkoli (Finska), gradu teške industrije i nogometa. Bio je golman za GBK i radio je u tvornicama. Studirao je filozofiju, pa se zaposlio kao vožač, zatim novinar, pa kao vratar kafića. Neko je vrijeme također bio nezaposlen i živio na zatvorenoj željezničkoj stanici negdje usred Finske. Tamo je napisao i svoju zadnju knjigu. Sada živi i piše u Helsinkiju i ima dvoje djece. Napisao je dvije zbirke pjesama Tango för babianer (Tango za pavijane) 2005. i Solen dånar på (Veliko tvrdo sunce) 2011. godine. Piše i kratke priče, a poeziju je objavio u raznim antologijama i časopisima.
Bosse Hellsten was born in 1978 in Kokkola (Finland), a town of heavy industry and football. He played football as a goalkeeper for GBK and worked at the factories. He studied philosophy and then went on to work as a driver, a journalist and a doorman in a bar. For some time he was also unemployed and lived at a closed-down railway station somewhere in the middle of Finland. He wrote his latest book there. Now he lives and writes in Helsinki and has two children. He has written two poetry books: Tango för babianer (Tango for Babboons) in 2005 and Solen dånar på (Big Hard Sun) in 2011. He also writes short stories and published poetry in various anthologies and magazines.
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Stari pavijan Stari pavijan gleda zalazak sunca sa sjetom samo jedan život a onda nikada nikada više. Čitam ove retke i imam razna pitanja npr. tko ih je napisao. Jedina ovdje koja zna švedski je Eija a ona je mrtva.
Prijevod sa švedskog: Željka Černok
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BosseHellsten
The old babboon The old babboon watches the sunset with melancholy only one life and then never never again. I read these lines and various questions present themselves: for example, who wrote them? The only one here who speaks Swedish is Eija but she is dead.
Translation from Swedish: Ĺ˝eljka ÄŒernok
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Fotografija: tata
DAVORMANDIĆ
Fotografija: Ognjen Alujević
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Davor Mandić rođen je 1976. godine u Puli, gdje je završio studij hrvatskog jezika i književnosti na Filozofskom fakultetu. Urednik je poezije u časopisu Re. Objavio je zbirku pjesama Mostovi (Hrvatsko društvo pisaca, 2009.). Piše kratke priče, poeziju, eseje i kritike.
Davor Mandić was born in 1976 in Pula (Croatia), where he obtained a degree in Croatian language and literature at the Faculty of Philosophy. He is a poetry editor for the magazine Re. He has published a poetry collection entitled Mostovi (The Bridges, Croatian Writers Association, 2009). He writes short stories, poetry, essays and criticism.
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DAVORMANDIĆ
*** Zašiljio sam kičmu s jasnom željom da napišem nemoguće je ne primijetiti lopoče što rastu prema dolje Tarzan je doduše pao s lijane i slomio nogu pa kako to da si tako slijep pored 10 prstiju srsi bi me prošli kada bih imao čime to napisati sutradan je bio novi sutrašnji dan na novom radnom mjestu konačno sam u pauzi za kavu našiljio jedan prst i njime malo po malo počeo kopati tunel u slobodu.
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*** I acuminated my spine with a clear desire to write the impossible is not to notice the nenuphars that grow downwards however Tarzan fell from liana and broke a leg so how come you’re so blind when you have 10 fingers I would get the chills if I would have anything to write it with tomorrow was a new day to come in a new working place finally on a coffee break I sharpened one finger and with it little by little started digging a tunnel to freedom.
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Fotografija: José Sena-Lino
PEDROSENA-LINO
Fotografija: Paulo Rodrigues
Pedro Sena-Lino rođen je 1977. godine u Lisabonu (Portugal). Trenutno radi: naganja mrtve časne (završava postdiplomski studij na temu Feliciana de Milão, portugalska religiozna autorica iz 17. stoljeća, i radi istraživanje za projekt Portugalske spisateljice, koji je u procesu stvaranja baze podataka svih portugalskih spisateljica do 1900. godine). Objavio je šest zbirki pjesama, a prevođen je na engleski, francuski, njemački, hrvatski i japanski. Objavio je povijesni roman 333 i dječje knjige portugalskih legendi. Istraživač je i predavač kreativnog pisanja, kojega je osnovao i školu, Companhia do Eu, te je objavio tri udžbenika na tu temu.
Pedro Sena-Lino was born in Lisbon (Portugal) in 1977. Current job: chasing dead nuns (finishing a Phd on Feliciana de Milão, a 17th century Portuguese female religious author, and researching in the Portuguese Women Writers’ project, which is undergoing a database of all portuguese female writers before 1900). He has published six poetry books, and is translated in English, French, German, Croatian and Japanese. He has published the historical novel 333, and children’s books on Portuguese legends. He is a researcher and a teacher of creative writing, has founded a school, Companhia do Eu, and has published three textbooks on the subject.
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[podes levar os dias que trouxeste] podes levar os dias que trouxeste os pássaros soterraram agosto e sem lugar um homem cega pela janela o mar que jura ter tocado com o sangue podia ter sido o amor se não tivesse vindo tão directamente da sede um duplo rosto de enganos e os braços que saíram desertos o eco da morte reverbera na pele com que vejo a tua ausência encher as ruas um choro de papel cai pela terra e nunca foi tão tarde ser depois daqui onde o grito surdo incendeia a refutação da madrugada donde o crânio esmaga o coração um homem corta pela janela a própria certeza de ter sido não é tarde demais para uma manhã que foi a enterrar em tantas noites as escadas morreram de sede a terra caiu em nunca podes levar os dias que trouxeste
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PedroSena-Lino
[možeš odnijeti dane koje si donio] možeš odnijeti dane koje si donio ptice su zakopale kolovoz a čovjek bez mjesta kroz prozor osljepljuje more i kune se da ga je dodirnuo krvlju mogla je to biti ljubav da nije došla tako izravno iz žeđi dvostruko lice varke i ruke što su postale pustinje odjek smrti razliježe se kožom njime gledam kako tvoje odsuće ispunjava ulice papirnate suze padaju po zemlji i nikada ne bješe tako kasno biti poslije ovoga ovdje gdje prigušen krik pali dokidanje svanuća gdje lubanja gnječi srce čovjek prozorom presijeca vlastitu izvjesnost da je bio ne prekasno je za jutro koje se pokopalo u tolikim noćima stube su umrle od žeđi zemlja je upala u nikada možeš odnijeti dane koje si donio
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Fotografija: Jan Pauwels
TOMVAN DE VOORDE
Fotografija: Delphine Lebon
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Tom Van De Voorde rođen je 1974. godine u Ghentu (Belgija). 2008. objavio je svoju prvu zbirku suvremenih pejzažnih pjesama. Knjiga je bila nominirana za nagradu C. Buddingh kao najbolji pjesnički prvijenac. U svojim najnovijim radovima pokušava naći odgovor na politička i ekonomska pitanja. U svojim esejima piše o Kaliforniji, Arkadiji, vječnoj mladosti, Madonni, folk glazbi i američkim komunistima. Zadnjih je godina prevodio poeziju američkih pjesnika poput Wallacea Stevensa i Michaela Palmera. Do nedavno bio je belgijski urednik Lyrikline.org-a i Poetry International Web-a. Trenutno radi kao kustos književnih programa u Centre of Fine Arts Bozar u Briselu.
Tom Van De Voorde was born in 1974 in Ghent (Belgium). In 2008 he has published his first collection of poetry with contemporary landscape poems. The book was nominated for the C. Buddingh-prize for the best poetry debute. In his current work he tries to find an answer on political and economical issues. In his essays he writes about California, Arcadia, eternal youth, Madonna, folk music and American communists. In recent years he has been translating the poetry of American poets such as Wallace Stevens and Michael Palmer. Until recently he was the Belgian editor of Lyrikline.org and Poetry International Web. He currently works as a curator for the literature programs at the Centre of Fine Arts Bozar in Brussels.
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*** Een goudzoeker legt me uit waaraan je een trap herkent, spelt me de naam van een bergdorp, in de vorige eeuw nog vakantieoord, dat vol onzekere steigers zou liggen. Zodra ik dat laatste begrepen heb, scheert ze zich kaal, een beetje maar, linksboven haar voorhoofd, springt op een vlot waarvan het bouwjaar onbekend is.
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Tomvan de Voorde
*** Kopač zlata mi objašnjava po čemu prepoznati stepenice, slovka mi ime planinskog sela, u prošlom stoljeću još mjesto za odmor, navodno puno nesigurnih pristaništa. Čim sam shvatio ovo zadnje, ona se obrije, tek malo, lijevo iznad čela, skoči na splav nepoznate godine izgradnje.
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Fotografija: roditelji
MARTINAVIDAIĆ
Fotografija: Vedrana Pia Sirén Vidaić
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Martina Vidaić rođena je 1986. godine u Zadru, gdje je završila osnovnu školu, opću gimnaziju i studij kroatistike na Filozofskom fakultetu. 2011. godine dobila nagradu Goran namijenjenu mladim pjesnicima, povodom čega joj je krajem godine objavljena prva zbirka poezije pod naslovom Era gmazova. Iste je godine sudjelovala na makedonskom međunarodnom festivalu Struške večeri poezije. Izbore pjesama objavila je u Quorumu i Zadarskoj smotri. Živi u Zadru.
Martina Vidaić was born in 1986 in Zadar (Croatia), where she finished both elementary and high school and studied Croatian language and literature at the Faculty of Philosophy. In 2011 she was awarded with Goran award for young poets, thanks to which she published her first poetry collection Era gmazova (The Era of Reptiles). In the same year she took part in the Macedonian International Festival Struške večeri poezije (Struga Poetry Evenings). Selection of her poetry were published in Croatian magazines Quorum and Zadarska smotra. She lives in Zadar.
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Plaža pored bolnice ti postojiš radi bolnica, kao šuplje knjige radi eksponatog regala. kuhinje se ukrašavaju plastičnim voćem, kirurzi se ukrašavaju krvlju. vlastito se tkivo urotilo protiv tebe. pobunu su postavili na pladanj, okruglu i konačnu kao osvojenu medalju. zasluženo, trčala si i stigla prva. zatim si se izmorena ispružila na plaži. turistice su izazivački izložile sise, svaka je imala najmanje dvije. more nije ostavilo mjesta mrtvima za stolom, odmah je popunilo rupu, jednako stojeći na usluzi, bolničarski dobrodušno, neosjetljivo kao poezija.
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Beach by the Hospital you exist because of hospitals, like hollow books for unite furniture in a showroom. kitchens are decorated with plastic fruits, surgeons are decorated with blood. your own tissue has conspired against you. the revolt was put on a platter, round and final like a medal won. well-deserved, you ran and came first. then you, tired, stretched on the beach. women tourists provokingly displayed their tits, each had two at least. sea left no room for the dead at the table, it immediately filled the hole, equally at the service, sick-nursing kind-heartedly, unfeeling like poetry.
Translation into English: Iskra Pavlović
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