Poster za pesmu Gorana Stamenića, iz zbirke "Sveti magnet", u izdanju Trećeg Trga,
deo grupne izložbe "Metonimije" (15 umetnica) u okviru 11. Beogradskog festivala poezije i knjige,
Galerija Atrijum, Biblioteka grada Beograda.
sada sam jug, sada sam južnije
od graničara načujem da planine svakog dana rastu
oko blatne udoline, kao zub koji još iz mesa trune u vis
nad njima ribari iz aviona zabacuju retke mreže dima
pletu merdevine koje se prvim korakom
rastvaraju u šećer u prahu: padaš
pripiti i sneni kopiloti žive za minut leta nad mirditom
kao otac nad novorođenom kolevkom, traže uzvraćen pogled
susreće ih strani oštri svet. tu se ništa ne vidi
kopiloti padaju, i to je više od mladog sna, planine privlače sebi
kao rečno dno viđeno sa mosta, kako je voće padalo pre gravitacije –
jedini način da se siđe među radosne
now I am south, now I am further south
border guards tell me mountains grow every day
around the muddy valley, like a tooth still rotting upwards from the flesh
over them the fishermen throw wide nets of smoke from the airplanes
weaving the ladder that with the first step
falls to powdered sugar: you fall
tipsy and sleepy copilots live for the minute of flight over mirdita
like a father over the crib of his new-born child, looking for a glance returned
met by sharp, foreign world. nothing can be seen there
copilots fall, and that’s more than a youth’s dream, pulling mountains to himself
like a riverbed seen from the bridge, how did the fruit fall before gravity –
the only way to descend among the joyous.
Poster for a poem by Goran Stamenić, part of a group exhibition "Metonimias"
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