Dejan Stojanovic

Rookie - 18 Points (March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Dejan Stojanovic
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Dejan Stojanovic was born in Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia) , in 1959. Although a lawyer by education, he has never practiced law and instead became a journalist. He is a poet, essayist, philosopher, and businessman and published six critically acclaimed books of poetry in Serbia:

'Circling, '

'The Sun Watches Itself, '

'The Sign and Its Children, '

'The Shape, '

'The Creator, '

'Dance of Time.'

In 1986, as a young writer, he was recognized among 200 writers at the Bor (former Yugoslavia) Literary Festival. He also received the prestigious 'Rastko Petrovic' Award ... more »

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  • ''The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.''
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  • ''My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.''
    Dejan Stojanovic
  • ''The most complicated skill is to be simple.''
    Dejan Stojanovic
  • ''To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.''
    Dejan Stojanovic
  • ''It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.''
    Dejan Stojanovic
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  • Jasbir Chatterjee Jasbir Chatterjee (12/22/2011 11:15:00 PM)

    Dancing of sounds is a beautiful poem on nature versus art...Yes, art is a mere imitation of life and nature in particular...

  • Sandra Kay Davis (5/27/2010 11:07:00 AM)

    Astounding insights!
    Wisdom abounds in your words...
    THANK YOU!

  • Dickson Mseti Dickson Mseti (4/26/2010 4:18:00 AM)

    POETS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AND THEY ARE LIKE SOLDIERS IN WAR.THEY RESCUE EACH OTHER, HELP EACH OTHER AND DIE FOR THE WHOLE COMMUNITY.THANK YOU FOR BEING A POET.

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Best Poem of Dejan Stojanovic

Big Miniature

To transform a grimace into a sound
Sounds impossible, yet it is possible
To transform a vision into music,
To go outside an enslaved personality,
To become impersonal by transforming
Into sand, into water, into light,
To feel the air and breathe the air
By becoming the air, become
A bird, the first cell, the first man,
Become a wandering comet,
A dying star, a newborn cluster of stars
And hear the melody of galaxies,
Love making of black stars,
Sense the hellish or heavenly nature of quasars,
Be in everything and come back
To a miniscule ...

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