IT IS NOT FUNNYThen God,tuckedthe cloudsinto his beard, in placeof pillows, puta white cloud, leftto rest.Well.There is that by God.Your works are great,but, God,c'mon, tell me,what you didbefore creating the world,wandering around the pillarsof the throne, asked a shrewdfool.It isn't funnyI built Hell's rempartsand forged cauldrons and vatsfor those who would asksuch questions,and he stroked the ...
IT IS NOT FUNNYThen God,
tucked
the clouds
into his beard, in place
of pillows, put
a white cloud, left
to rest.
Well.
There is that by God.
Your works are great,
but, God,
c'mon, tell me,
what you did
before creating the world,
wandering around the pillars
of the throne, asked a shrewd
fool.
It isn't funny
I built Hell's remparts
and forged cauldrons and vats
for those who would ask
such questions,
and he stroked the little fool
on his gourd.
Prancing across maps,
jumping from
one world to another
the fool replied:
c'mon, old man, stop making it up
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SAXONBrskovo,
na Stonu,
is first mentioned,
on Uros the First's Chart.
Those that dug,
the miners, were Saxons.
They thought horse legs edible -
while it was afoot they'd nibble all four.
But, once and for all,
a German philosopher,
Wolfgang Overath,
the leader of the pessimists,
put an and,
to this case.
Are there any Saxons now
in Tara Gorge.
Indeed, of course.
Saxons are all those
whose wild
red hair
grows from their head,
who have no eyebrows,
who are freckled
on the wrists
and eyelids, whose,
freckles, skin, were written by
Saxons.
As the snow falls,
The Saxons stay in their holes,
the do not seek each other out. In Winter oh no
nowhere are their traces in the Tara region.
Saxons wear long coats,
as if hiding their tails.
There is noting less aesthetic, than
the Saxons.
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THE NON - READERGod shared it out:
the reader having
the non-reader not having.
With the non-reader, clear
divine literary intentions.
From the backwards,
[from the clash of the words and things]
the non-reader, is anterior also to language.
Likewise special,
perfect, like knowing,
the non-readers' non-knowing.
The non-reader tells us: one
reader is fighting against
imagined time.
If we are not here to believe
the the builder renounces death.
And to renounce death only
may one who's between two worlds,
and that's, again, the non-reader.
Most importantly, teaches the non-reader,
every quest ends,
unsuccessful.
To approach again from behind
the self. From behind the mirror.
To become invisible,
that's the non-reader's,
final message.
The rest belongs to the reader.
All the rest is the reader's grazing-ground,
garden, flowerbed, the reader's pasture.
Biography
Bećir Vuković was born on 3 April 1954 in Kolasin. He studied world and Yugoslav literature at the Faculty of Philology, Belgrade.
He has published the following books of poetry:
Čisto stanje [Pure State, Belgrade: Edicija Knjizevne omladine Srbije, 1980];
Zidovi koji rastu [Growing Walls, Titograd/Podgorica, Knjizevna omladina Crne Gore, 1983];
Mefistovo seme [Mephistopheles' seed, Titograd/Podgorica - Belgrade, Udruzenje knjizevnika Crne Gore - Partizanska knjiga, 1985];
Potpis svilenim gajtanom [A Silken Braid Signature, Niksić: Univerzitetska riječ, 1988];
Kad ujutru gavran osvanuo [When in the Morning the Raven Appeared, Titograd/Podgorica: 'Savremenici', Udruzenje knjizevnika Crne Gore, 1989] - awarded the Marko Miljanov prize;
Igraliste [Playground, Novi Sad: Svetovi, 1992];
Crna umetnost [Black Art, Novi Sad: Svetovi, 1994] - awarded the Risto Ratković prize;
Lov u nejasnom [A Hunt in Obscurity, Novi Sad: Svetovi; selected and with an afterword by Zelidrag Nikčević, 1997];
Federalni posed [Federal Property, Belgrade: Narodna knjiga, 2002];
Sto ste zinuli [What are you Gaping at? Political articles, Podgorica: Oktoih 2004];
Igračke propasti [Toys collapse, with an afterword by Gojko Bozović, Podgorica: Oktoih, 2005 - awarded the Radoman Raco Stanisić literary foundation prize;
Antologija Boze pravde [Antology Boze pravde, Serbian poems, speeches, hymns, and articles], review 'Stvaranje', the 60th anniversary edition, Podgorica, 2006;
Duh parka [The Spirit of the Park, Novi Sad: Adresa, 2008];
Nečitač [The Non - Reader, Novi Sad: Adresa, 2009];
Crna umetnost [Black Art, Podgorica: Nova knjiga; selected and with an afterword by Sasa Radojčić, 2010];awarded the 'Vidovdanska povelja' prize, the 'Kočićevo pero' prize, and 'Zlatna značka'; kulturno - prosvetna zajednica Srbije prize
He is the editor in chief of the review 'Srpski jug'. He is the president of the association of Serbian writers of Crna Gora and Hercegovina, and a regular member of Matica Srpska. His poems have been translated itno French, Russian, Italian, Polish, Bulgarian, Turkish and Macedonian. He lives in Podgorica.
srpskijug@gmail.com
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