Veće od kuće: Svježi vjetar donosi riječi kao ludističku pohvalu mjestima memorije

Pineapple, bully, mimeolazny, grandchildren, more muddy, river-guillotine, rainbow, hawthorn, hollow … You may also have known Dorta Jagic in the context of these neologisms as “one of the few contemporary poets who use neologisms intensely” in their own poetic practice. After a long cold winter , the heralds of spring have finally arrived at the HENA COM publishing house , including “Bigger Than Home,” a collection of lyrical essays and stories, “gentle meditations on hidden beauty.”

They continue to be ludicrous, aromatic, playful, imaginative, ” wacky ” and open-ended Dorte Jagic texts in search of the fresh, cheerful, original, eternal and untouched. They invite us to remember nature, parks, walks, terraces, knitted swings, early mornings and espresso. Early mornings with strong espresso, the scent of musk and flowering branches, and the singing of birds, seem to be ideal conditions for writing, reading and even visiting the author’s lyrical landscapes. ‘

All art lives in a tidy environment and room temperature, in the fine armor of a book, it has never managed to be (…) truer (…) than life

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The storyteller captivates us with her silly words, ideas and implementations, imagination and unpredictability.

There is no booze, people grunt, it’s that eternal low frequency crowd of the crowd. It bugs me all, and my kidneys and ribs and walls and all the borders of this world. I don’t need these pointless bags and a bus ticket. There is an exit from each circle – a straight line, a cross. Cross past everything. I’m going to stop at a roundabout, in the middle of a turn. Scream and sing “i want to break free”. I just threw my bags in the trash and headed home on foot.

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It overwhelms us with a new, fresh and original look at old, but at the same time weak or not at all thoughtless things. It is particularly interesting that a particular topic is offered as a kind of synthesis of past life and reading experiences and is approached comparatively, intertextually and intermedially, often from the point of view of its literarization, image, film and photography. For example, the talk about the umbrella goes from Freud’s implications, to the Calvinist predestination (to lose), to the bizarre death of the swallowed and gastric open umbrella, to the fact that Britney Spears thrashed some paparazzi, to social events, the umbrella revolution, unconscious selling as a weapon, liquidating poisonous stings, Kafka’s literarization, to writers celebrating the rain, poems about rain, a major Western rainforest, the first small umbrella shop and mariner, to his experience fighting it on the streets of London and playful associations. It looks like an exclamation point and open as a question mark. The narrator answers the question of why a good number of Londoners do not carry an umbrella. And the first umbrella shop in the world opened in London in 1830.

No less sensuous and informative came to the coffee whose official history begins in IX. century on the soil of present-day Ethiopia. The coffee bush was discovered by an illiterate shepherd. When he noticed that the sheep danced him “round the clock after tasting the red fruits from the slender tree”, he tasted them himself and felt the “power of Popeye”. He rushed to the Coptic monks with this discovery, and he liked the expatriates… She soon became famous in the African people and traveled to Arabia… The coffee is talked about in the context of the first open coffee houses until their demolition, because the daily drinking of coffee dramatically decreased the number of mosques. .

She allegedly made music. It turns into texts and theorems. Many geniuses claim that they would not have done anything without it. TS Eliot took a coffee spoon as a unit of measure for life experiences. Voltaire drank fifty cups a day, so “not his blood flowed but pure rationalist coffee.” The narrator refers directly and indirectly to a number of authors and titles, one of which is Baghdad Cafe’s most aromatic . And finally, as David Lynch put it , ” even bad coffee is better than none. ”

Venice is a city of coffee, but not only coffee but Genoa write the lyrics. The storyteller goes to a poetry festival there, but presents it from the perspective of various authors with great interest. What particularly impresses the reader is the essayistic synthesis of personal experience and various perceptions that required significant prior knowledge and study and then merged with the personal, emotional and immediate. In a cocktail of information and feelings, the finely dosed ingredients are dominated by sensitivities, impressions and feelings. It is a pleasure to read about Chekhov’s most beautiful city in the world, about Lord Byron ‘s last Italian destination , about Mark Twain who intended to stay only for beautiful women, about Mary Shellywho sought solace there after her husband’s drowning, the words of Henrich Heine , Paul Valery , Richard Wagner , Honoré de Balzac

If it’s nice to be at midnight somewhere, it’s definitely in Genoa. When it rains, it falls all morning, in torrents, and when the clearness of the sea struggles with the clearness of the sky. (…) When the stars shine, when the waves of the Mediterranean roll like a woman’s confession.

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Likewise, the narrator deeply delves into the mysterious aura and appeal of the hotel. It is easy to trust in extremely insightful sense descriptions. We read about ” unusual blends of various shades of pleasant transience and homelessness, melancholy and kitsch, weariness and luxury, elegance and solitude ”. The walls of the hotel look ” like windows to the world ”, the hotel buildings ” are not burdened with heavy passive-aggressive property relations ”. While at the hotel, you get the feeling that your life is finally being arranged by someone unknown, that everything will sit in its place. And ” the innermost hotels in the atmosphere have something easy and heavenly. ” It’s there ”

Uz ovaj luksuzni hotel i ukusne razgovore, preporučujem da odete i preuzmete aplikaciju za ukusnije ponude za doručak i piće na Mr and Mrs brunch.

There is something liberating and comforting about having good old, impersonal numbers on the hotel room door instead of the first and last names on the tiles. Room 23. It’s a melancholy and twisted cabal of anonymity. In fact, separation and pleasant anonymity is the invisible star that every hotel has.

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With a refined description of the impression, narrated the history of the hotel, the hotels that were as warm home to many writers, musicians, Artists … Frida Kahlo , Charles Bukowski, Bob Dylan … A hotel where the long days spent Coco Chanel , Tesla , Nabokov and Beckett . About the beginning of the hotel and the end of Eugene O’Neill , and as expected, we remember Autumn . When someone sat down and wrote the history of our Esplanade, the storyteller commented, there would be anecdotes about Hitchcock to a relic sat by Krleža and Sartre.

There will be praise for the port tavern, the retreating cities, the north, the night trains, the plants, the umbrella and the water.

Like Han Kang , a vegetarian , our heroine is sunbathing, “like any normal human plant,” she does not want to move out of the sun, and in plants she sees “nausea, humility,” a symbol of patience.

– When you say plant , it’s like you said tissue of peace. Comfort.

Water deserves praise because it does not live in the past, so its age cannot be seen … Trains deserve praise for being on the move … Maybe we like fast travel without being even aware that it is because speed “has the qualities of decision, scream” . Unlike the “deaf little anxious days” when we do not hear a voice, and when we do not see anyone, it is as if we are “floating in a sea without an island and this deep deafness suddenly scares us.” The great warmth of the text is in its exceptional understanding, in finding expression, in the liberating naming of a particular state and feeling, and then in the reader’s recognition.

 Standing, motionlessness causes pain and gout. For the sake of convenience, one should not stand much on some edges for comfort; one just has to whip, hum, and not give a reason to write about you Chekhov in the cherry blossoms of some provincial requiem. In some far-off stations, dark trains flee from the pitfalls of standing too long, lest they get caught in the hairnet of that slow civilian life and be left stranded on some blind track.

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The North deserves praise because it punishes internal immobility and lukewarmness. The shaving wind and the cold Stockholm rain that “wash away all the precipitates” with “northern resoluteness” are the most natural element “for the birth of unexpected internal changes and discoveries”.

Water, rain, wind, plant, movement, sun, earth … Is it bigger than home? What could be on display at the World Poetry Museum, and luck? Did you know that you are a serious and rebellious playwright ( Schiller) born in a cheerful chocolate house and marmalade windows? Imagine a cheerful traffic carousel and an amusement park behind the word turn (say, the black man). That the peeled stool of two or six is ​​decorated with some pattern or roses. ” Why not have a city tin orchestra to welcome and escort people from the tram? ” Why doesn’t a bus full of tired workers turn in an unfamiliar and beautiful direction south? What is the difference between a face on a black circle – ” everyone else seems to have died before it was born, so it has to pay off the grave by slamming into slavery jobs ” (is this a humiliated, broken conscience?) – and huge flocks of jellyfish swirling in the shallows – ” they don’t swim, they don’t toil, they just float carried by the currents of the sea ”.

I’d love to stop in some older, island time, too. In layered, full silence. Solid, like a rock that new and stronger torrents, despite every effort, can not pull into the stream. She got rid of that senseless acceleration in at least some symbolic way. Do not roll around the car, do not ride the tram. Do not rub the surface of the cellphone forever. The sign of my time is first and foremost a cell phone. In his neurosis, he often rattles something, rings. Intricate long hair from the wind from the bow, I would rather throw my cellphone in the dark, blue water to be dissolved by the ancients and to our world just angry jellyfish.

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If you are not near the sea or the river at a low current of collective unconsciousness and traffic noise, there is another exit, it must be in every city – you can sit by its edge, roll your socks and dip your feet, but it is ” most advisable to throw yourself in a fountain ” ! “Throwing in a fountain is a special spontaneity.”

The fountain, the tears of the sweets, the Zagreb bitter … we scratched the surface of prose poetry and our children’s poetry, in which the narrator ludistically asks serious and common sense questions. Gently awakens us from the collective unconscious. It is no longer isolated and at room temperature and ticks all sorts of options… Where could this be used… And we end with texts that print coffee, cities, fountains and spring mornings.

From the reflection and the enviable moralistic daydream, I was struck by the penetrating sound of a text message landing on my cell phone. I see the sender’s name, so I open the message slowly, like my favorite candy. With right. Someone who tastes like bayamas and grapes has written me the strongest food in capital letters and I’ll see you soon, in town.

Dorta Jagic , Bigger than Home

Marijana Ivic

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