SAŠA MILIVOJEV – BIOGRAFIJA 2021

EKSKLUZIVNO – BIOGRAFIJA SRPSKOG PESNIKA KOJU SU UPRAVNICI VIKIPEDIJE BESTIDNO OBRISALI I ZABRANILI NA SVIM JEZICIMA.

Saša Milivojev
Saša Milivojev 2021, foto: Tarlan Bayramov

Saša Milivojev je srpski pisac, pesnik i novinar kolumnista

Rođen je i odrastao u Zrenjaninu, gde je završio muzičku gimnaziju. Posle završene muzičke škole upisao je Filološki fakultet Univerziteta u Beogradu gde je trenutno apsolvent na odseku za proučavanje srpske književnosti i jezika.

Autor je dve zbirke pesama: Tajna iza uzdaha (Narodna knjiga, Beograd, 2006) i Kad svitac odleti (na srpskom, engleskom i arapskom jeziku: eng. When the Firefly is Gone, arap. عندما تحلق اليراعة, Filip Višnjić, Beograd, 2010), jedan od autora u zbirkama poezije Udruženja pesnika Srbije: Prvi put – Poezija SCG (Kulturno-prosvetna zajednica, Kruševac, 2008), Ljubavni recePat – Poezija SCG (Kulturno-prosvetna zajednica, Kruševac, 2010), i autor je romana Dečak iz Žute kuće. Uvršten je u tri pesničke antologije: Panonski galeb XIXRudnička vrela XIXGaravi sokak XIX. Jedan je od koautora knjige „Zaveštanja 2012“ koje je izdalo Udruženje srpskih pisaca Švajcarske.

Od 2008. godine kao kolumnista piše za Politiku u rubrici Pogledi, kao i za TV Reviju iste kuće. Od 2009. piše kolumne za Pravdu, gde se bavi analitičko-sintetičkim proučavanjem bliske i aktuelne istorije Srba. Godine 2009. tekstovi su mu štampani u tiražu od oko tri miliona primeraka u različitim dnevnim novinama, publikacijama…

Beogradskoj publici je dva puta predstavio svoja pesnička ostvarenja, u Etnografskom muzeju, u saradnji sa istaknutim umetnicima kao što su: Isidora Bjelica, Ivana Žigon, Jelena Žigon, Daliborka Stojšić, Eva Ras, Danijel Pavlović, Žiža Stojanović, Zlata Numanagić, Branka Veselinović… Njegovu poeziju govorile su i čuvene glumice Svetlana Bojković, Ružica Sokić, Danica Aćimac, Snežana Savić, Suzana Mančić i drugi. Olja Ivanjicki i reditelji Zdravko Šotra i Marko Novaković svojom saradnjom takođe su podržali mladog autora. O njegovoj poeziji javno je govorila i novinarka i književnica Rada Saratlić na samom početku njegove karijere, kada ga je podržao i teatrolog i književni kritičar Jovan Ćirilov. Novinarka Olga Stojanović napisala je recenziju za njegov roman Dečak iz Žute kuće i objavila u Književnim novinama Udruženja književnika Srbije.

Prve primerke pesničke zbirke Kad svitac odleti na srpskom, engleskom i arapskom poklonio je Vladeti Jerotiću, beogradskom muftiji Muhamedu Jusufspahiću, i Aleksandru Vučiću. Kao pesnik i novinar viđen je u diplomatskim krugovima, na prijemima u ambasadama u Beogradu.

Prve primerke šokantnog romana Dečak iz Žute kuće autor Saša Milivojev poklonio je 2012. srpskim političarima: premijeru i ministru policije Ivici Dačiću;  predsedniku Srbije Tomislavu Nikoliću; takođe Nenadu Čanku, Milanki Karić, Oliveru Duliću… Primerke su dobili i ruski ambasador u Srbiji Aleksandar Konuzin, Jelena Guskova, prof. dr Rade Božović i prof. dr Nebojša Pajkić. Legendarni general-pukovnik Jugoslovenske narodne armije Stevan Mirković sreo se sa mladim autorom na Kalemegdanu povodom primopredaje romana. Primerak je poklonio i sudiji belgijskog javnog tužilaštva i drugima…

Iako je štampan samo u 200 primeraka, i to o trošku autora, studenta književnosti, roman Dečak iz Žute kuće bio je globalna vest 2012. godine, šokirao je čitaoce i diplomatske krugove širom sveta. Intervju koji je Saša Milivojev dao za Glas Rusije objavili su mediji na engleskom, portugalskom, španskom, arapskom, nemačkom, poljskom, ruskom, francuskom, srpskom, italijanskom i albanskom jeziku, u brazilskim vestima, u Somaliji, na naslovnoj strani Novina Toronto], zatim u uglednim medijima kao što su: The Oslo Times; ukrajinski Telegraf; Armenia Today; Ruskije Novosti; Radio Televizija Republike Srpske; Gazeta Shqiptare, Barometar (Kirgistan); Bota Sot (Albanija), Glas Srpske[25]; Rajoni Press (Albanska informativna agencija); ukrajinska Fraza; Pravda i Blic (Srbija); Srna (Informativna agencija Republike Srpske); Lajme Shqip (Albanija); Lepota i Zdravlje (Srbija); Press Online (BiH); News Meeting (Turska); Dal (Belorusija); Franco da Rocca News… Intervju je objavljen na više stotina internet portala i novina širom sveta, pa je stigao i do Vatikana, nakon čega se papa Benedikt XVI obratio svetskoj javnosti povodom trgovine ljudskim organima.

Pesničke fanove ima širom sveta. Knjigu „When The Firefly is gone“ je u maju 2010. godine predstavio i čitalačkoj publici u Kairu, kada je prisustvovao na raznim književnim okupljanjima, gde su o njemu govorili poznati pisci: Soha Zaki, Muhamed Rafi i Alaa Al Asvani (jedan od najpoznatijih pisaca u svetu, osnivač opozicionog političkog pokreta „Kifaja“).

U Saudijskoj Arabiji novinari pišu o njegovoj ljubavi prema Bogu, u egipatskim dnevnim novinama Saša Milivojev pominje se kao „Pesnik mističnog leta i meditacije“. TV Revija Šašati ekluzivno je objavila njegovu pesmu „Razgovor sa Alahom“, a Al Akhbar članak u milion premeraka.

Godine 2015. Dubai Press Club je na Tviteru objavio fotografiju Saše Milivojeva i tekst na arapskom da je “jedan od najistaknutijih kolumnista u svetu”.

Sa svojom knjigom poezije na engleskom i arapskom putovao je u Indiju, Bahrein, Nepal, u Ujedinjene Arapske Emirate, u Oman, Iran, Liban, Jordan, u Saudijsku Arabiju, u Katar, u Kuvajt, Maroko, Egipat, Tursku, Češku, Bugarsku, Grčku, Italiju, u Keniju, u Tanzaniju, u Nemačku, Sloveniju, Slovačku, Mađarsku, Francusku, Hrvatsku, BiH, u Etiopiju, na Maldive…

Godine 2020. ugledni egipatski časopis Horreyati objavio je njegov intervju na arapskom i pesmu “Svetski bol”.

Saša Milivojev je unuk pozorišne, televizijske i filmske glumice Danice Aćimac.

Saša Milivojev / 2021
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Saša Milivojev – SVETSKI BOL

Saša Milivojev _ Januar 2021
Saša Milivojev _ Januar 2021

Saša Milivojev

SVETSKI BOL

 

I u ovom veku
Reke krvi teku
Bombe odjekuju
Decu ubijaju
Glave odrubljuju
Milioni gladuju
Bolesti proždiru
A ti pevaš

Drhte vešala
Doline leševa
U slanim suzama
Gnojnim ranama
Plen smo vranama

Gnjila creva
Gladnim vukovima

Srušena kuća
Mali dečak jeca
Nad telom mrtvog oca

Srušene škole
Hramovi i mostovi
Vrište krvavi svatovi

Mali beli sanduci
Majčinski jauci
Iznad Urana
Čuju se bolni urlici
U ludilu buncaju pesnici
A ti ćutiš

Oči su ti izvadili
Kad su ti ćerku silovali
Žicom zadavili
Braću su ti oteli
U podrumu ih mukom mučili
Metalnim cevima
Prste im lomili
Testerama lobanje otvarali
Noge kolima rastrgali
Udove mačetama odsecali
Kožu s leđa odrali
Šlepere leševa
buldožerima zakopavali
Kosti putevima zabetonirali
Bunar bez dna telima napunili
Priđi bliže
Pogledaj dole
Beskrajni mrak dubine
Da čuješ muk vasione

Nevino oko iskrom svetluca
Nemoćno na zemlju padaju deca
Otrovna pena curi im iz usta
Pucaju rumena otečena lica

U zadnjoj molitvi
Sveštenici raspeti
Smeju se na lomači

Nežni beli anđeli
Kao jato ptica odleteli

Budnom iščupajte i meni
Srce iz grudi
Neka tvoja zlatna lađa zaplovi
Da nazdravite ponovo Čašom krvi
A ti gledaj i ćuti

 

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Osa News: SAŠA MILIVOJEV NA NASLOVNOJ STRANI ORANGE STAR MAGAZINA

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Saša Milivojev – THE PRINCE OF CONTEMPORARY SERBIAN POETRY

 

Saša Milivojev
Saša Milivojev, January 2021

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Saša Milivojev is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst… One of the most read columnists in Serbia, he is the author of five books, and numerous columns published in various daily newspapers. He is the author of the novel „The Boy from the Yellow House“ and of political speeches. His work has been translated into around twenty languages across the world.

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Saša Milivojev – THERE IS NO MORE POETRY, IT’S OVER

Saša Milivojev / 2021
Saša Milivojev / 2021
Saša Milivojev

THERE IS NO MORE POETRY, IT’S OVER

The sun has stopped.
The mankind has fallen
Evil has carried the day
Blowing the angels away

One and all is just as lonely
The lost are wandering the world
Abandoned, heartbroken
Their traces, as if they never were before
There is Love no more

Somewhere, away from the wicked
Night is yearning for the sun
Where the endless pit finishes
Where the dream extinguishes
The wound has healed
The song rendered speechless
In pursuit of redemption
Poet was left voiceless.

Where there are no tears
no shoulder to cry on
no time to repent
no chance to forgive

Where there is no misery
Where stops all joy and treachery
What will be will be,
Not even a whisper of a prayer to sound
There is no more poetry – ring the curtain down.

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Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

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Saša Milivojev - THERE IS NO MORE POETRY, IT'S OVER
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Saša Milivojev : A CHALICE OF GORE !

Saša Milivojev / 2021
Saša Milivojev / 2021 / Photographer: Tarlan Bayramov

Saša Milivojev

A CHALICE OF GORE

Silence bites
Below school’s stairs
Trickling tears of fervent gore
From thy brethren’s veins
Their cups to the rim they pour

All is shattered in the blast
Heavens echoing with silence
Dracula is licking his lips
Threading fingers through their tears
Pouring for his laughing friends

Ask why, if you dare,
on your blood they’re feasting
you may lose your ears
the screwdriver your skull may be piercing

Chainsaw by the school
Truckloads of dead bodies
Buckets of ice of kidneys galore
Bloody lakes bear witness

Yet the World ‘s watching
Mercilessly

My torn heart
Still is beating
While a crow my heart is eating!

In that chalice of gore
Flows all evil of the world
In it glisten child’s eyes innocent
Shattered by the blitz

Voiceless stone
Sing of malice
Of the stake
Of the rope
Never will it pass
Our torment’s toll
Rivers of blood will forever flow

 

Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

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Saša Milivojev : 2021

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Saša Milivojev : 2021

SAŠA MILIVOJEV 2021

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Saša Milivojev is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst… One of the most read columnists in Serbia, he is the author of five books, and numerous columns published in various daily newspapers. He is the author of the novel „The Boy from the Yellow House“ and of political speeches. His work has been translated into around twenty languages across the world.

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Saša Milivojev – NEMA VIŠE POEZIJE, GOTOVO JE

Saša Milivojev - NEMA VIŠE POEZIJE, GOTOVO JE
Saša Milivojev – NEMA VIŠE POEZIJE, GOTOVO JE
Saša Milivojev
NEMA VIŠE POEZIJE
GOTOVO JE
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Sunce je stalo.
Čovečanstvo je palo.
Zlo je zavladalo,
anđele savladalo.
.
Svi su isto usamljeni,
svetom lutaju izgubljeni,
ostavljeni, nesrećni.
Nestali im tragovi,
nema više ljubavi.
.
Negde daleko od zlih ljudi
noć za suncem žudi,
na dnu dna,
na kraju sna,
zacelila rana,
zanemela pesma,
u potrazi spasa
pesnik ostao bez glasa.
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Tamo gde nema ni suza
ni ramena za plakanje,
ni vremena za kajanje,
ni šanse za praštanje.
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Tamo gde se više ne tuguje,
gde prestaju sve radosti i izdaje,
Svejedno je,
ni šapat molitve
više se ne čuje,
nema više poezije, gotovo je.
.
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Saša Milivojev, PALM JUMEIRAH, DUBAI, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES.

Saša Milivojev, PALM JUMEIRAH, DUBAI, UNITED ARAB EMIRATES.
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Saša Milivojev – VLADARI SVETA – O DUBOKOJ DRŽAVI I SATANISTIMA


SAŠA MILIVOJEV
Saša Milivojev

O DUBOKOJ DRŽAVI I SATANISTIMA

VLADARI SVETA

 

Vidiš li Bože
crvene cipele od dečije kože?
Vene isceđene,
kapi krvi poslednje
toče pune cisterne.

Siđi u podzemlje,
kroz tajne bunkere,
u te zlatne gradove,
dijamantske vrtove,
hotele luksuzne,
logore paklene,
gde hiljade otete dece
plače u kandžama satane.

Pozvaće te na večeru:
dođi na bebu pečenu.
Kostima će naložiti kamin,
u vino ti sipati adrenalin.

Oni će se uvek među ljude vraćati,
u crvenim cipelama
po mrtvim pčelama gaziti,
krvlju podmlađeni, nasmejani
pričati da su humani.
A iz tih podzemnih gradova,
skloništa od napada,
iz tih njihovih laboratorija
milion virusa i bakterija
tvoj svet nemilosrdno ubija.

Oni tope polove, sante ledene.
Potopiće te poplave.
Cunami ruši gradove,
zemljotres grobove i snove.
Sve će ti srušiti.
Suša će usev spržiti.
Milioni će od gladi umreti.
S neba padaju otrovi.

Pogledaj na dnu mora dečije kosti,
i te oči žedne krvi, željne smrti,
što sijaju nevinošću palih žrtvi.

Vidiš li Bože
i Nebo za pravdom vapi?
I poezija bez duše zjapi.
Svet oslobodi,
što ponižen trpi i ćuti
u strahu od logora i smrti.

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Saša Milivojev – Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Saša Milivojev - RIYADH, SAUDI ARABIA
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Saša Milivojev – RIYADH, SAUDI ARABIA

 

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Saša Milivojev – THE EMIR OF THE CONTEMPORARY POETRY OF SERBIA ASIDE A BRITISH LIGHTHOUSE

SAŠA MILIVOJEV
THE EMIR OF THE CONTEMPORARY POETRY OF SERBIA ASIDE A BRITISH LIGHTHOUSE THE PAIN OF THE WORLD

Scientific overview of the song – the poem THE PAIN OF THE WORLD. A prelude to the poetics of Saša Milivojev. Penned by: THE NATIONAL PEST. Translated into English by: Ljubica Yentl Tinska

January 25th, 2019

TO EACH TIME ITS EAST

Saša Milivojev - Dubai Marina, United Arab Emirates
Saša Milivojev – Dubai Marina, United Arab Emirates

THE EMIR AND THE TEMPEST

At the pinnacle of the Winter that was according to the global administrative calendar divided between the years 2018 and 2019, Saša Milivojev conceived a poem named “The Pain of the World”. Its title evoked memories not of Byron, yet of Shelley, and it is because of those memories that I rest these words of the Emir of the contemporary poetry of Serbia aside a British lighthouse.

ID OF “THE PAIN OF THE WORLD”

Served to the World, as a sizzling song, Saša Milivojev’s poem to be, “The Pain of the World”, clearly walked the content obsessed reader from Homer (has been or never was and whatever name bore he who recounted the atrocities of today) to Miloš (structurally, although it is known that Milivojev does not emulate), Darwish (Milivojev is also displaced, relocated poet, kindred by the inclination towards the exhaustive, brutal yet highly lyrical – although it is certain that one has not read the other), and Vasiljev (the reader being burdened by the textual legacy of the tongue in which Milivojev authentically sings).

Transcended to other tongues, fine-tuned to the rhythm of this World – not by what he addresses, rather by what those writings emit and by the inscribed – Balkan Soyinka, called Shoyinka upon a visit to Belgrade. How those who announced him, upon being awarded a Nobel Prize in Literature, pronounced his name, fails me.

BRINGING MILK TO THE FORE

Each man has his East, that is not necessarily one’s Source. It is a blazing South, that one shelters from in the Summer, and seeks shelter upon when fogs descend below street lanterns and seawolves (those old poets, even romanticists, post-romanticists and neo-romanticists) percept the lighthouses sheltering the cottages in which boils the water that is never to become tea. Who would drink it without the milk? Yet why is there no milk?

Why is there no milk? Those who perceive, consider and acknowledge themselves as Poets, not poets, scribblers or scribblemen are shouting out rather than asking. They are the ones – who have known from the very dawn of their perception that they were exceptional and this distinction they do not deny. They set it forth on their own accord, exhibit it and worship. They know how to capture the world and draw its attention to their extraordinary being. They are prompting the mankind to remember – that ambrosia, that implies immortality is of no significance, without that which nips mortality in the bud: It is not the air we live off, a new-born cannot survive on air only, without not ambrosia, not water, not wine, but milk, milk, milk. There have been and are but a few throughout the world who have been and are perspicacious, audacious and ready to voice this and Saša Milivojev is among them.

THE TROUBLE WITH THE POET

Saša Milivojev is a Poet. This is what he is by his perception and calling, followed by the self-awareness. One step ahead of the world, never turning back, boldly challenging the mankind and pointing his finger at whatever themes are eating mankind when he sings. Milivojev, therefore intentionally chooses what to sing and to whom. His is the song of everyman, however fundamentally addressed at men of power. How is this and why?
The answer lies in revealing who will not drink tea without the milk, and is tea what the word is about: the weather, as well as the entire reality of the world is not a good enough reason or a fair-minded explanation, justification and finally a valid excuse for the milkmaid’s son not having swapped around the empty bottles by the sailors front doors with the full.
Is reality accountable (Ah, that son of the milkmaid!) for poets spinning in circles (waiting only for the vampirished „beloved deceased“), or is it the poet where the trouble is? Could this be why he is not a Poet after all? Yet Milivojev is. And how is that?

MILIVOJEV KNOWS

Milivojev knows that the one who fails to methodically perceive the past, and perceives as the past what is considered to be tradition, who selectively approaches the thesaurus of human experience, the legacy in itself and one’s own native singing tongue, is not the selector of the motives, nor of the themes, yet rather the selector of reality.
Milivojev also knows what reality is: it vitally is what it is now, whilst essentially being what it has always been, including the present. Milivojev knows, that it is not the fate of Troy, nor the Vietnam war (neither as the actual nor as the processed “reminders” of the entertainment world, preserved as means of implementation of the new epic consciousness), yet it is the bleeding wounds, blown up body parts that are still warm and fresh corpses that count. Who is stumbling upon the limbs, whose body is reeking, whose fresh wounds are aching? Milivojev knows!

CATALOGUE

Milivojev knows and therefore addresses the mankind, pointing his finger to what a blind eye is turned. And it is with the gaze which is unmoving from the sight, that is more horrid than a nightmare, yet is our reality, that he reveals the culprit – not even having to name him.
From infinity to eternity all the seawolves of the universe, all poets of the world, have intertwined their verses with Her – a goddess, a muse, the beloved (with her sparrow no less, as did Catullus, (if those were some other times, I wouldn’t have to protect myself by mentioning the poet, because there wouldn’t be a reader around who would not know that I am referring to The Death of Lesbias Sparrow)), a mother, somebody’s wife and (unvampirished) beloved deceased (we could say her name has been Lenore way back from romanticism until today when and if speaking of ballads and – the motive), yet what is Milivojev doin­g?
Saša Milivojev is not pointing his finger at the ever guilty “woman” in “The Pain of the World” (although in his mother tongue the country is motherland, as is in Serbian tongue the unnamed, mysterious power of either kind), the woman is rather, as is the man, indivisible by sex and gender. She is there, she is present, as is the man, as a part of the cruel and unfortunate catalogue of our (not epic, yet real and empirically well shod) conscience. Our “Catalogue of Ships” however, accounts not for the ships and the ethnicities upon them, yet for corpses, corpses, corpses.

TO THE SEVENTH HEAVEN IT’S HEARD

Milivojev is the one who boldly and responsibly, with verses incisive and impenetrable, inscribes into the generic poem of the world and the universal human epos not tribes and mythical heroes – the future symbols of all and everything – yet human sufferers, human victims, humans who are children and the elderly, women and men that are on the other side of the lighthouse, where the capricious heirs of the fleets carrying tea decline, that there exist a different Other, the unbowed Other, free Other, who breathes and drinks, drinks, drinks milk.
Have the Empires foregone (especially the colonial, emphasised so in the post-colonial discourse) remained unlearned by their own recent fiascos? Are they unable to see that the heirs of the nobleman who once tailored the borders of states do the same today to the detriment of their own possessions? Is Milivojev, who sings not of London brimming with British Indians, addressing this, however non explicitly yet explicitly singing, weeping, to the Seventh Heaven it’s heard, about canyons brimming with the Afghans.
As colonial seawolves, or shall I say romanticists would say, Milivojev sings „colonially without a doubt “, bestowing the world with the consequences, consequences, consequences. While the Empire (which is also in Milivojevs mother tongue of female gender), remains silent.

TRIANGLES AND THE APPLE JAM

Let us go back to asking ourselves why is there no milk.
Although, by experience if not by reason, the learned wife of a seawolf, a good standing grandmother with a few greys, believes and knows why her grandson, used not to tea, yet to pure milk, not as hot as rather scalding, with four triangles of bread joined with apple jam, does not accept a single because. He is entitled to his mug of milk and will not accept shoddy breakfast, partially fulfilled role of the ancestors to nurture and feed him. And what of the upbringing?
Saša Milivojev has no illusions and is not afraid to say it as it is: the grandson of the seawolf does not want to be cultivated, rather to cultivate. He brings fear to the wind, and the cow and his own inmates – seldom sweetly, often fiercely, driving out the force as far away from home, yet the further it is, the greater it becomes. Carpets of bombs, salvos of missiles, kilotons of radioactive humanitarian food and fattening of the mankind with lies and misconceptions, it is what even a non-poet can see, yet only a Poet can, may and dares to perceive – loudly and clearly.

MUTATION

Cultivation and education impose boundaries on freedom to accept but a single fact. However, socialisation does not necessarily lead to finding understanding within the society, the nature and amalgamation of the two. It does not lead to accepting the culture, not even to walking in step with civilisation yet it does not alter them either. „The Pain of the World“ is Milivojev’s warning to the world:
The progeny is more likely to seek the existing culture and civilisation he is best suited to, and remain as its part for as long as and while it is so, then proceeding further and beyond – never to the South, always to the East, from West even. He leaves the South for the Ancestors – to warm their freezing bones and seek shelter from what they were unable to change. And it is the Winter they were unable to change, to rearrange, relocate to malarious regions. They have relocated, not temporarily it appears, merely certain people unworthy of changing and many, many customs and habits. One of them is – killing. Still, have the seawolves evolved at the least?
The progeny of the seawolves are no longer changing the world and freeing captured kings. Byron, even if he was to be born again, would not be standing side with the Greeks against the Turks, he would rather be assisting the Turks in establishing the romanticised order (in changing the Arabic with the Latin alphabet on the tables, so that „everybody would be able to read them“).

HE

Non-methodical revelation of the world, immediate riposte to the pain of man, to the very physical pain, unburdened by the literature and birthright, is the ubiquitous, pain of the world. The concept has therefore, complemented the content altering its scope. There is no violent death that is painless not even when it is unheard, brought not by machine guns, canons and other countless weapons including the cold. Truth be told, reading Saša’s, rather than some Germanic „Weltschmerz”, one wonders whether chemical weapons are equivalent to white arms.
There are no Romanticists left, without a prefix, in either Germany nor Britain, and neither are born there either. They are yet to come, but they must first be born. Their poetic and poethological ancestor has set foot on his chosen East a long time ago, reaching it from Byron’s South and Shelley’s East. He knows that the Epos is thisworldly because of reality that is its fundamental component, as much as he knows that reality is more than something to sing about or, in terms of this century, cry about. He knows, he sings, and his name is Saša Milivojev.

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Saša Milivojev – Dubai Marina, SHZR, United Arab Emirates

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Saša Milivojev – THE PAIN OF THE WORLD – translated and recited by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

Saša Milivojev

THE PAIN OF THE WORLD

translated and recited by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

Saša Milivojev

WELTSCHMERZ

(“WORLD PAIN”)

THE PAIN OF THE WORLD

 

In this century withal

Rivers of blood still flow

Bombs echo

Children are being killed

Heads are being severed

Millions are starving

Diseases are devouring

And you are singing

 

The gallows are trembling

In the valley of the fallen

In the salty tears

With our putrescent sores

We fall prey to the crows

 

Our festering entrails

For the starving wolves

 

A shattered house

Little boy is weeping

Over the body of his Father

That forever now is sleeping

 

Schools Temples and bridges bleeding

bloodstained wedding guests are screaming

 

Little white coffins

Maternal howls

Above Uranus

Hear the painful growls

Delirious poets are prattling

And not a word are you uttering

 

They blinded you

When they raped your daughter

Strangled ‘er with the wire

They abducted your brothers

Tortured in the cellar

Shattered their fingers

With ferrous clubs

With a saw agape their skulls

Their legs wagons lacerated

Their limbs with machete dissected

Flayed the skin of their backs

 

Dumpers of corpses

Bulldozers to the grave consigned

Roads run over their bones in cement confined

Bodies filled the bottomless well over the brim

 

Come closer

Look within

The infinite darkness of the abyss

To hear the silence of the universe

 

A spark is glistening in an innocent eye

Children are helplessly falling to the dust

Venomous saliva dripping from their mouth

As their rosy intumescent faces bust

 

In their closing prayer

Reverends to a cross immured

Laughing at the stake they burned

 

Tender ivory cherubs

Flew away like a flock of birds

 

Rip my heart out from my chest

As I am unsleeping

May your golden ship catch wind away from shore

To raise your glass of blood once more

As you feast your eyes in silence

 

Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

 

Saša Milivojev

 

Ljubica Yentl Tinska

 

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Saša Milivojev is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst… One of the most read columnists in Serbia, he is the author of five books, and numerous columns published in various daily newspapers. He is the author of the novel „The Boy from the Yellow House“ and of political speeches. His work has been translated into around twenty languages across the world.

 

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Saša Milivojev – A CHALICE OF GORE – translated and recited by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

Saša Milivojev

A CHALICE OF GORE

translated and recited by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

 

Saša Milivojev - A CHALICE OF GORE - translated and recited by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Saša Milivojev

A CHALICE OF GORE

Silence bites
Below school’s stairs
Trickling tears of fervent gore
From thy brethren’s veins
Their cups to the rim they pour

All is shattered in the blast
Heavens echoing with silence
Dracula is licking his lips
Threading fingers through their tears
Pouring for his laughing friends

Ask why, if you dare,
on your blood they’re feasting
you may lose your ears
the screwdriver your skull may be piercing

Chainsaw by the school
Truckloads of dead bodies
Buckets of ice of kidneys galore
Bloody lakes bear witness

Yet the World ‘s watching
Mercilessly

My torn heart
Still is beating
While a crow my heart is eating!

In that chalice of gore
Flows all evil of the world
In it glisten child’s eyes innocent
Shattered by the blitz

Voiceless stone
Sing of malice
Of the stake
Of the rope
Never will it pass
Our torment’s toll
Rivers of blood will forever flow

 

Copyright © Saša Milivojev

Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska

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Saša Milivojev is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst… One of the most read columnists in Serbia, he is the author of five books, and numerous columns published in various daily newspapers. He is the author of the novel „The Boy from the Yellow House“ and of political speeches. His work has been translated into around twenty languages across the world.

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Saša Milivojev – ČAŠA KRVI

 

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Saša Milivojev

ČAŠA KRVI

 

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Saša Milivojev : The Boy from the Yellow house, Arabic

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Saša Milivojev – Qurum beach, Muscat, Oman

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