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- The day the monastery at Plehan moved up to the heavens

The day was mild say eyewitnesses when a white cloud rose toward the sky First all the Stations of the Cross unwillingly soared up toward the heavens With Jesus in the rear as usual bearing his own cross Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows covered her eyes With a lily in his teeth Saint Anthony looked for the forgotten young  []

- Bosnia II

When children from Bosnia ascend to Allah falling asleep peacefully in Christ they don’t need a passport any more A black stamp suffices at all border crossings They quickly learn Happiness is Kitsch Antique furniture, Wiehler gobelins with a field of poppies make quite a nice bonfire A proof of existence cogito ergo sum Salt manufacturing in Bosnia is done  []

- Sights that I wish for, III

Stars don’t exist to beautify our nighttime sky They are black coals, remnants of matter that didn’t spare itself they burned up in their own fire and they now live only when light falls on them – the light of other bodies that also burn up unstintingly Thus if we too selflessly burn to the end the glow of others’  []

- Story from the West Side

Of a hundred inventions and brilliant discoveries, we profit most from the export of ropes for hanging. We satisfy charming tyrants with toys of terror, and these feathers of freedom with which we adorn ourselves were plucked live from the wings of the oppressed birds of the Archipelago of Cancer.  We raise our voices occasionally, but faced with overstuffed meat  []

- Story from the East Side

Truths are untenable! We cheered, like at the dog races, for the lies that barked the fiercest. My brother denounced the neighbor’s fat cow for ruminating marijuana. For the sake of future betrayal, we all, like little Jesuses, dragged the cross of hammer and sickle on our backs. And, truly, when the iron curtain, like a shower curtain, came unhooked,  []

- Agreement

The leeches of the military industry crave fresh blood. Directors do not read poetry. There’s no reason – their children won’t go to the trenches. Their servants, the party leaders, take care of it all. They don’t read poetry either. No need! They rule by the magic of fear, and no one will object to taking from schools or cutting  []

- Shine, Perishing Republic

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire, And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass       hardens, I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth. Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and  []

- Ave Caesar

No bitterness: our ancestors did it. They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too. Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar. Or rather—for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists— Some kindly Sicilian tyrant who’ll keep Poverty and Carthage off until the Romans arrive, We are easy to manage, a gregarious people,  []

- Tuzla of My Youth, Between Two Gates

Homeland is a place where we have grown up safe at home with our parents, where we have gained our first experiences and learnings, our first friends and comrades. Wherever we go later and change our places of living, our home, or the place where we grew up, be it a town or a village, forever remains the epicentre and  []

, - Bosnia’s Authenticity

A problem Bosnians face today is the stipulation by her enemies that Bosnia does not have a unifying cultural heritage. The misleading claim argues that, since Bosnia is a myth, it has no basis on which to be a state. In 1995, the Dayton Peace Accords left Bosnia-Herzegovina in limbo. On the one hand, the Dayton Peace Accords re-affirm Bosnia-Herzegovina  []