Quotations About / On: HAIKU

  • 1.
    I like haiku- they are so very brief yet cover so much ground
    (- -Susan Williams)
  • 2.
    I'm no expert but composing haiku is not rocket surgery.
    (type1 meta-haiku)
  • 3.
    The haiku lets meaning float; the aphorism pins it down.
    (Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Second Selection, New York (1985).)
  • 4.
    水なし
    ヨガを行うための新しい池
    カエル @ Japanese haiku

    new pond
    a frog to do yoga
    without water @ English haiku
    (Otteri selvakumar)
  • 5.
    When I first saw a photograph of Saša Milivojev in a newspaper, my lips spontaneously whispered: Tadzio! It was a reaction to his angelic beauty of the kind that once mesmerised me when I read Death in Venice as part of the preparation of a paper entitled The Novellas of Thomas Mann at the World Literature Department of the Faculty of Philology in Belgrade.

    The Hellenic, Apollonian beauty of the young Pole that I recognised on his face, is often unaware of itself. It belongs to the kind so agonisingly loved by Thomas Mann, to those blue-eyed and simple creatures that need no spirit. It also conforms to Schiller's principle of the naïve, as opposed to the sentimental, which separates itself from life, contemplates, writes poems and falls while dancing.

    As I continue, I turn to Tonio Kröger, the novella in which Thomas Mann describes his poetics - i.e. his relationship with art - most picturesquely. The Tadzio of Saša Milivojev melts into the character of Hans Hansen, another of those blue-eyed boys that enjoy every moment, deeply emerged in life, favoured, fitting into the whole. Then I read the interview, a couple of columns and a few poems by this young man - still more of a boy than a man - and I realised that I had finally found an answer that remained lingering above my study paper: What would have happened if Hans Hansen had humoured Tonio Kröger and read Don Carlos? Now I know - he would have become Saša Milivojev. This beautiful, young, talented poet is actually a reincarnation of Kröger's biggest desire. He is a Hans Hansen who has read Don Carlos. Well-educated, ambitious, diligent, brimming with ideas, courageous and eloquent in his columns, vulnerable and frighteningly lonesome in his labyrinth, from which a small firefly, the carrier of divine light, will rescue him like Ariadne's thread. When the firefly is gone and darkness settles in, the embers will remain on the poet's hands like stardust or heavenly fire, empowering those hands to heal the wounds of this world by writing poetry and transmitting the healing energy into those who read it. In this 'Giant Boy', as the famous sculptor and poet Boris Staparac named Saša, The Naïve and the Sentimental have merged perfectly, as perfectly as yin and yang, water and fire, light and darkness. Behind this angelic blue-eyed Tadzio hides an uncompromising, brave and articulate columnist and writer of the novel about the Yellow House: 'I fall with the rain, courage is urging me to say to the people, NO' - and also a gentle, vulnerable poet who, free from the desire for commercial success, carries his firefly (an embodiment of his guiding star) and seeks from all the gods the answer of all answers: What is the meaning of our existence?

    'Like haiku verses, the small, icy crystals of his poetry are condensed and reduced to the smallest number of words necessary to express the essence; slowly melting and dying in the heat of his dream of the desert, they lead us to endlessness, to the wandering stars, to the Fake Tears of the Moon, to questioning all the gods that preach about Love, gods who should finally become one, the all-seeing eye of the Universal Mind.

    Saša Milivojev has evolved into one of the most inventive poets in the world! Besides impressionist moments, such as the firefly leaving and parting the Light from Dark, his new book speaks of the emergence of the fifth ice age. His lyrical subject travels through time, living all the disasters of the Planet Earth, from volcanic eruptions: Who protects you / From the burning rain / Now that you are gone, and the Sun melting away, to continental plates moving, deluges, global warming, poles melting, to Waves crashing and Towns sinking; Black mountains are crumbling / The locusts hiss all round / Gnawed bones / Float soaked', and so on until the ultimate apocalypse and ice age. The collection entitled When the Firefly is Gone assumes prophetic proportions when pictures of drowning continents assail the reader's mind. Africa is the last to sink, the water level rising over the tips of the pyramids, after which An endless plate of ice will be created; a camel will carry the lyrical subject as the victor, not unlike the epic heroes of old Arabic literature, but this time the camel Stumbles over the tips of the pyramids …

    Finally, I would like to address Saša personally and give him my motherly support, as he is an encouraging young face of future Serbia, despite all the cowards, all the indifferent mediocrities, and all Soros's payees: I whish you all the best, my beautiful boy! You have a heavy burden to bear on your shoulders. I see that some have already started accusing you of manipulation and ambition, saying that, by choosing the topic for this book, you want to achieve instant success regardless of the risks the topic may bear. Hang in there, fight and move forward. Many will hate you for your beauty, but I can see the sign on your forehead, the one written in invisible ink. Work hard and your dream will come true. I bow before the hardships and suffering you will have to endure; I bow like Zosima the elder bowed before Mitya Karamazov. I am with you, my little Tadzio!

    THE SON OF THE SOUL

    In the wake of creation
    While I trod barefoot
    Over the seething stars
    My soul begot you
    My son.
    It lost you and sought you
    Writing your name in milk
    In the sand.
    Screaming like Lilith for her baby
    Speaking of you to God
    Amidst the desert.
    Through the mazes of cosmos
    And the shrieks of dying suns
    I descended into time
    To bring you back.
    Following the beat of computer bytes
    Under a sea of websites
    I found you.
    On a young body
    The mark on the forehead
    Revealed you.
    I will stay with you
    And accept mortality
    So I can follow you.
    Those who love I will protect
    Those who hate I will crush
    Those who touch you I will kill
    My son.
    Just whisper my name.

    Daliborka Stojšić
    (Daliborka Stojšić - artist and ex-Miss of the former Yugoslavia)
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