Calypso Editions, ever the gracious bestower of books, has given me yet another to sink my teeth into. Froth: Poems by Jarosław Mikołajewski is a poem anthology of a contemporary Polish poet. Overall, I really enjoyed the collection. The introductory description of the book said that it had texture, and the poems really do. The collection is a feast for the senses--it is sensual and earthy. The words echo an almost instinctual feeling towards nature, our relationship to it (agriculture), and toiling in the earth. In many ways, it encapsulates the romanticism of peasant life while cloaking it in metropolitan clothes. They are the dreams of a city boy recalling his peasant life. This palpable feeling reminds me of The Horse of Pride by Pierre-Jakez Helias.
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
25 February 2013
10 January 2013
Love Letter to Europe
Dearest Europe,
I write to you out of deep affection and a respect that can only be earned through acquaintance. You are, and will, remain a fixture of my soul. My time abiding with you has touched me in ways that cannot be erased or forgotten in the sands of time. Though I have not yet met the darker corners, hiding secrets so old and deep they forge into myth, and the depths of your trials, I feel a great kinship with you.
I have spent time in your central areas, those that have driven history and been subject to its many forces. The aggressors, the supposed innocents, and the brow beaten, yet ultimately idealistic have all welcomed me in their borders. These countries are glimpses into the human condition writ large: they have fought, despaired, blasphemed, and given up. The whip of German masters awoke resentment in the heart of the Austrians and the despair of losing was in their vise grip and strangled in their fervor.
I write to you out of deep affection and a respect that can only be earned through acquaintance. You are, and will, remain a fixture of my soul. My time abiding with you has touched me in ways that cannot be erased or forgotten in the sands of time. Though I have not yet met the darker corners, hiding secrets so old and deep they forge into myth, and the depths of your trials, I feel a great kinship with you.
I have spent time in your central areas, those that have driven history and been subject to its many forces. The aggressors, the supposed innocents, and the brow beaten, yet ultimately idealistic have all welcomed me in their borders. These countries are glimpses into the human condition writ large: they have fought, despaired, blasphemed, and given up. The whip of German masters awoke resentment in the heart of the Austrians and the despair of losing was in their vise grip and strangled in their fervor.
28 July 2011
Bombing of Poems
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11 April 2011
Special Book Review
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23 February 2011
Book Review: Polish Poetry
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Lately I've been having a real hankering for poetry. I highlighted Dimkovska's book of poetry, but it's time for more accessible poetry.
The book I read was a collection called, "Spoiling Cannibals' Fun: Polish Poetry of the Last Two Decades of Communist Rule", edited and translated by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh. It was a great read. Poland has quite a tradition of poetry and their generally obstinate nature towards Communism helped anti-state poetry flourish during the red era. The foreword predicted that readers would have a new favorite poet by the end of the book. All I have to say is that I may have 5 new favorites.
16 January 2011
Macedonian poetry

During my last library trip, I grabbed books like a madwoman and made my getaway via the checkout counter. I picked up "Do Not Awaken Them With Hammers" by Lidija Dimkovska, a Macedonian poet. I didn't know that when I grabbed it, but it was a pleasant surprise. To be honest, I found the poetry borderline absurd. It's very avant garde and half prose, which I don't mind, but I found myself scratching my head a lot. I don't claim to know enough about the tradition of poetry in Macedonia or her work in general to come to any relevant conclusions. I also know no Macedonian or any Slavic language, so I have even less to go on. Simply, I don't know how to make head or tails of 90% of the poems. (Though this blog article helped a little after the fact) It does make me want to learn the dang Cyrillic alphabet and a Slavic language (I'm thinking Polish..). Despite my lack of affinity for the collection as a whole, I really loved a few of her poems. I'm going to share three of my favorites:
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