March 21, 2021 - In honour of International Poetry Day Croatia, TCN's Ivor Kruljac met with non-Croatia poets to share their views on Croatia through their art.
Since 1999 and the 30th General conference of UNESCO, March 21 is recognized as International Poetry Day. As said by the United Nations official website, the date was dedicated to poetry to celebrate „one of humanity’s most treasured forms of cultural and linguistic expression and identity“, which history remembers practiced in every culture on every continent.
„Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals, everywhere in the world, share the same questions and feelings“, states the UN.
Supporting linguistic diversity and an opportunity of endangered languages to be heard within their communities along with encouragement to bring back the oral tradition of recitals, the promotion of poetry teachings and poetry in the media, as well as connecting this ancient art form with other art forms such as music, painting, and theatre, are all goals of the International Poetry Day. And here at TCN, we want to do our part and connect poetry with what we always struggle to report on: Showing all aspects of Croatia.
To the fans of contemporary poetry, it's no secret that poets today are very much alive, productive, and regularly present their work. If not in books then at poetry events, open-mics, and on social networks – either from their private accounts, blogs, or in groups dedicated to this wordy-art.
We asked non-Croatian poets through social networks and private group chats dedicated to poetry who either visited Croatia or know about Croatia to send us poems about Croatia with a promise that the top 5 will be published and authors presented. Now, to be fair, while the author of this article is a poet, that is far from being a legitimate poetry critic and the rest of the TCN's editorial team (at least to public knowledge) aren't even poets. The idea was to pick the poems based on how it resonates with us as individuals who gave the art a chance. The academic acknowledgment is nice, but resonating with the audience, the everyday people, should be the goal of any art publically displayed, right?
To be honest, there wasn't really any competition as, by the end of the deadline, we received only four poems. Nonetheless, the beauty of these poems and great resonation with TCN was there and we are happy to publish these poems and ranked them, from fourth place to the very best. You can decide for yourselves which poem you like best (and the messages you see in their work), but here the four poems that „knocked on the doors of our mailbox“ (metaphorically, quite poetically, speaking).
#4: „Croatia“ by Jesus McFridge
Poets such as Charles Bukowski and Walt Whitman are very well known by their name, but just as in many other arts, poets are no exception in sometimes preferring to use pseudonyms to present their work while keeping their identity unknown and privacy secured. Such is the author that goes by the name of Jesus Mcfridge. Quite active in a Facebook group Poetry Criticism For Cool Cats, he revealed in his application that he is from California and described himself as a „24-year-old American that watches too much television“. He added that his knowledge of Croatia is limited to the country at the 2018 FIFA World Cup, but he has fallen in love with the Croatia national football team's checkered uniforms. Despite never visiting Croatia, after „Croatia's tragic loss in the 2018 World Cup final“, he found himself also crying just as many Croatians did.
„In this poem, I have attempted to capture the feeling of this tragic loss that we have shared together, despite the vast seas that separate us“ concluded Mcfridge in his application.
His bittersweet poem simply titled „Croatia“ indeed brings some painful memories but presented in a short and funny way allows us to look at the past in a brighter way, bring back smiles, and give us the strength to cheer for our Croatia national team as they prepare for the next trophy hunt.
Croatia
They
Almost won
The world cup
But
Mandzukic scored
An own goal.
Jesus Mcfridge © Jesus Mcfridge
#3 „Daniela's song“ by Christian Sinicco (English translation by Daniela Sartogo)
Christian Sinicco was born in Trieste, Italy, and his poetry is published in various anthologies and magazines and an editor of the magazine Argo with which he has dealt with the widest overview of poetry in the Italian dialect from 2000 to the present day. He published three books of poetry: „Passando per New York“ (Lietocolle, 2005), „Ballate di Lagosta“ (CFR, 2014) and „Città esplosa“ (Galerie Bordas, 2017). He won the first Italian Slam Poetry Championship and served as the president of the slam poetry association LIPS - Lega Italiana Poetry Slam (2013-2014) and is the current vice president of Poiéin. He is also active in a global initiative of slam poets organizing the world slam championship which early results can be followed on Twitch.
He participated in numerous book festivals including four festivals in Croatia: Zagreb Contemporary Poetry Festival, Forum Tomizza (in Umag), Pula Book Fair, and Rijeka Book Fair.
His second book of poetry „Ballate di Lagosta“, translates as Lastovo Ballads and it's actually a preview while Sinicco plans to soon publish the full book dedicated to this beautiful Croatian island on the southern coast.
„I was on Lastovo several times. I know a poet from there, Marijana Šutić and I spent a vacation there with other poets such as Ivan Šamija and Silvestar Vrljić“, said Sinicco in his application where he offered a poem from „Lastovo ballads“ which already seen its presentation on a prestigious literary site Versopolis.
„Daniela's Song“ may not bring out the most visual and most explicit Croatian motives, but the discrete and specific localization of Croatia is there all wrapped in a love poem to touch the heart and help us remember the summer sweethearts and romance in Croatia.
Daniela's song
I.
She talks about how beautiful it is without knowing where to go
perhaps into the water of the sun like her cheek
simply necessary as the wet dream
in a wider galaxy if it can be understood,
she seduces you through valleys and dusty vineyards
with eyes towards the bay with the waterfall:
Za Barje the sign said, and so also barked the dog tied
under the cypress – his teethed mouth was the buried reason
the fishermen had left him there – near a house
covered with ivy and blackberries, in which had grown
an apple tree with sour fruits and roses
that only you will taste:
avoiding the asphalt and dirt road holes you followed Daniela
targeting yourself and the asphyxia of your life
that follows the path to erect the intelligence of the species
that on the concept of work has built its republic of theft,
then you saw her dancing on the beach between the warm rocks
and the boat pulled out of the lobster pot, the fishermen are back:
good and evil are triangles of waves that spread
on the sea towards the two islands where we swam
– the fish are not aware of it,
and so the man under the pine and his child
with the mask, another fisherman with the fishing line,
only you maybe on the petals you bite as the words
II.
after quite a while we are outdoors and eat figs
at dusk time on this meadow
sliced on the wooden bowl,
we take the bread and tear it many times
because paradise is close to the fire
and the village to our left rises white in pink
made with scales like the barracuda
Korčula has no intention to leave our sight
I shouted as my usual self
you lit the candle and made me notice
we are not alone, but you can stay calm
slowly also the hut
and its fire have become attractive
calming the natural tension
of a darkening sky, not preventing us
from tasting the happiness
of a grilled fish, of tomato and capers
you are attractive when you smile
with a glass of water on the lips
too quietly they get up,
wanting to be born in the response they seek outside
the people at the tables next to us, and from the cottage
where they grill they come to clear up
a woman and the cook, as in a ceremonial
we ask for the check with the hands
they will be intertwined when we emerge from the field
toward the parking lot where we’ll get in the car
and head out to the highest point
of a series of bends, before descending to the valley
the vault of stars surprises us
we stop everything, propped on pillows of a land
that is still hot, we’re sure
that the star will fall, and it comes true
Christian Sinicco © Daniele Ferroni
#2 „The Lakes of Plitvice“ by Vanni Schiavoni (English translation by Graziella Sidoli)
Born in Manduria, Italy, but living in Bologna, Vanni Schiavoni published five poem collections: "Nocte" (1996), "The Suspended Balcony" (1998), "Of Humid and Days" (2004), "Salentitude" (2006), and "Walnut Shell" (2012). He also published two novels "Like Elephants in Indonesia" (2001) and "Mavi" (2019) and edited the poetic anthology "Red - between eroticism and holiness" (2010). Most recently, he also published poetical plaquette „Croatian Notebook“ which features twelve poems dedicated to six Croatian sites: Plitvice Lakes, Kornati, Šibenik, Trogir, Split, and Dubrovnik. Schiavoni wrote the "Croatian Notebook" after a week-long journey in the summer of 2017. His birthplace Manduria is located in the region of Puglia which is 30 miles away from the Pelagosa (Palagruža), the most distant Croatian island, and his surname originates from the name of the Slavonia region in Eastern Croatia.
„For me, it was not just a holiday trip but a journey in and out of everything that I am, a travel diary through which to bring out the game of mirrors between me and that place, between what I am and where I come from and what I have encountered“, said Schiavoni. This journey impacted him with images of the signs of Italy engraved in stone, mournings of the war, communist history („most heretical Communist party in the east in front of the largest Communist Party in the west“, as Schiavoni puts it) and as he added, „the same Adriatic Sea which gives both of us fishes and earthquakes“.
His poem „The Lakes of Plitvice“ is a lovely description of the mixture, the game, and visual eye-candy of the waters in Croatia's oldest National Park, and it linked with a search for bravery and the encouraging point that good and beauty can defeat evil and change it to something better.
THE LAKES OF PLITVICE
The first day they always plunge down into the same spot
the river rapids that come to the encountering
of the white river with the black river
and the more we think ourselves ready with our shrewd eyes
the fewer the adjectives made available to us before that wonder:
the green rush pushes our pupils towards a wild frenzy
it pushes them inside the tearful torrents by our feet
in the shrouded darkness of the sequential caves
and in the vertical caverns sculpted
as if by a hand capable of it all.
Yet Judas must have passed by this place
and though perhaps not the one with burning lips
a simple Judas must have become lost
in this mysterious grid of remorse.
These lakes fall into lakes as lashings on yielding branches
they flow into other waters and so they rain
endlessly
and perfectly untouched.
Vanni Schiavoni © Dino Igmani
#1 „Dubrovnik Rock“ by William Vastarella
After Schiavoni and Sinicco, our first-ranked poet is the conclusive evidence there is something so incredible about Croatia it really inspires poetically-inclined neighbors across the Adriatic. Born in Napoli in 1974, William Vastarella is a teacher of Italian Literature, geography, and History. He's has a Ph.D. in semiotics from the University of Bari and writes for several literary and cultural magazines in Italy. He also edited several poetry anthologies as well as semiotic essays. Vastarella visited Croatia several years ago and had a cultural and relaxing holiday on the seaside. „I found her so full of the Mediterranean spirit that I wrote a poem in Italian. I tried to translate it in other words, trying to leave intact the sounds of that memory“, said Vastarella about his poem on Dubrovnik.
The poem „Dubrovnik Rock“ is fantastic in the way, Vastarella visually invokes the images from the history of Dubrovnik (Ragusa) Republic and the relationship it had with Italians at that age with the waves of the Adriatic Sea as the link between Italy and Dubrovnik but also between past and present.
Dubrovnik Rock
Other singers claim to feel
singular vibes in the waves
Nearby this shore,
and so do I.
Ragusa, Dubrovnik
A name is not enough
To trap a soul.
I ask myself
Who’s the other side
Of the other side
As the seawater shuffles.
I touch with my finger
and now I know it’s real
the steel and the wood of the boat
powerful works of man
that wipe out weapons
and I ask no more.
I realize
we have been both
pirates and emperors
centurions and barbarians
through the centuries
each one to the other
a flurry flow
of slavers and Slavs,
slayers and saviors.
Sometimes when the north wind blows,
melting the white in waves,
painting clouds of amazing blues
mirroring the water in the sky,
space seems to become so narrow,
so easy the neighborhood,
then all
the voices of the ancient age
of an ancient game
of thousands lost
in that spot of time,
that spot of sea,
mutate in a mute roar singing
in which merge the rage of riot
and the call for help of a lot
castled in the rock
waiting for a drop of rain to drink
or friend sails on the horizon.
William Vastarella © Vito Signorile
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