Kapka Kassabova Poems
- I want to be a tourist I imagine my life as a city somewhere...
- In transit There is a field of frozen mud, and in the ...
- It's Always Strange to Sleep i... It's always strange to...
- Our Names Long and Foreign fo...
- We Are the Tenants I consult my great itinerary of ...
- Safe in the Alps Twenty Years ... My father's breath is ...
- Safe in the Pacific After the long day My father locks the ...
Kapka Kassabova (born in Sofia in 1973) is a Bulgarian-British writer who writes in English. In the 1990s she emigrated as a teenager with her family to New Zealand, where she published her first collection of poems and a novel. She has lived in Scotland since 2004. As well as several more books of poems she has also written novels and travel stories.
Kapka Kassabova is a critical observer of her old homeland. In her travels and writings she explores the tension between childhood memories and the current reality in the Balkans. Emigration, loss and the discovery of new places on the map of memory are the big themes of her writing. They are rooted deep in her childhood in Communist ... more »
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Comments about Kapka Kassabova
I want to be a tourist
I imagine my life as a city
somewhere in the third world, or the second.
And I want to be a tourist
in the city of my life.
I want to stroll in shorts and baseball hat,
with laminated maps and dangling cameras.
I want to find things for the first time.
Look, they were put there just for me!
I want a room with musty curtains.
I want a view of rubbish dumps and urchins.
I want food poisoning, the dust of traffic
in the mouth, the thrill of others' misery.
Let me be a tourist in the city of my life.
Give me overpriced coffee in the square,