Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
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Does a literary gathering with fans really have to be as much fun as a<br />
session of the National Assembly or a TV discussion on politics<br />
Luckily, the Angels and the Aliens adorned my path with a tavern,<br />
which the locals call The Submarine. Yes, it has a round window like<br />
a submarine and when you enter, you descend the stairs. But if this<br />
is a submarine, then it is the Yellow one, spaced out and psychedelic,<br />
from the Beatles. Here they have something, where all Beat generation<br />
started from, what defined their poetry that made it to the streets,<br />
clubs, and cemeteries.<br />
They call it the Night of Poets in The Submarine.<br />
I was overwhelmed. Anyone in the crowded tavern, full of students,<br />
their professors, grey and bald long-hairs from the underground, but<br />
also such unsatisfied men of letters from the academic world as myself,<br />
may write their poem onto a piece of paper, bring it to the jury on the<br />
stage and participate in the contest for the King of Poets.<br />
And I can honestly say that this constitutes a real situation like at<br />
the beginning of the world. Hundreds of throats without inhibitions<br />
judge each word that sounds from the microphone. Here they chant,<br />
boo, or, if they like them, reward a poet with an ovation worthy of a<br />
rock star. But if one is a bore and can’t excite the crowd, they are merciless<br />
at giving them the bird.<br />
That’s that simple then … And believe me, it wasn’t boring even<br />
for a minute. And I was delighted. I took part in the contest. Understandably.<br />
Because here you don’t need a name or publicity. People<br />
don’t give a damn if you’re a recipient of literary awards, or if you drive<br />
a garbage truck, or if you’re working as a pusillanimous print media<br />
representative who lies right, left and centre.<br />
Here you are like at the fires not far from Chernobyl or Fukushima.<br />
You are the one telling the truth or a lie, uttering dreams or banalities.<br />
And if you succeed, you are a poet. The one creating everything<br />
from nothing. The one having a word and a voice. And both actually<br />
constitute such a force that I am not surprised that it is so scarcely<br />
used in our society.<br />
Yet still, it is used … Believe me, I swear by my own eyes, ears, and<br />
goose bumps. I was there, and therefore I know that a poetry reading can<br />
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