Friday, July 04, 2008

What is political poetry, Kent?

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I was coming back to Sarajevo the only way you could: through the tunnel. Water seeped in everywhere through the narrow passageway; the mud made it even harder to get through. Since there wasn’t enough air, I became so exhausted that I had to to stop halfway. I was ready to lay down and die right where I was till I found a spot that was a little wider, made to put aside the dead, so the living could pass. I stayed right there, for hours, underground, and thought of Radovan.

(From Sarajevo Blues, by Semezdin Mehmedinović)


Anonymous said...

Semezdin is brilliant. This poem set to music by Charming Hostess.

Anonymous said...

the poem and music blend together to make it a tone poem -music brillently conceived