For our last instalment, we introduce five lyrical poets who responded to our call. We hope that their poetic outlook speaks across borders, and shows different dimensions of being.
‘near the blue woods’ by Marta Franeková
between the water and water
plant me
just beyond the meadow
for which bees have always meant everything
I’ll breathe in greedily
as if I’d never existed for real and in reality
until now
In a forest full of consciousness
I wake up my own hands and they
in the same instant fly away
the trees dress themselves in the festive costumes
we’ll be together
and invoke heaven with our eyes
for to use my voice would not be appropriate
the day I begin
to ignore the light
I shall count the growth rings I’ve lived
and when it’s decided
when the time comes to cut me down
I’ll fall in your direction
there
where we felt the bare moss under our feet
‘Rebirth’ by Judita Ďurčová
Kneeling on the seashore
I pick up the fragments
of the autumn goblins made of glass,
who sleep by the door
of the soul of fire.
At the midnight inn
The White Death awaits me
His serpent-like eyes are full of sadness,
while silken trees are caressing
my cheeks…
On the stairs of the blue rainbow
He leads me by the hand
to the sacred ruins
where angels dance
in the golden grass.
‘Pinning’ by Vlasta Mesárošová
You give me crooked drawing pins.
At least I can hold my breath.
They say:
“Don’t whine, keep walking, kneepads
enjoy the whole experience!”
I’ve got used to the magician
pulling out bad luck from the hat for me.
Wrapped in shrapnel, just in case,
to –
to hold together better,
so it won’t vanish with the next day,
to scrape the gilding off the bone,
…
the slashes on my knees don’t hurt
‘The Sun Is Love’ by Anton Andrej Pižurný
Like the metastasis of evil today
envy pervades everywhere,
changing subtly
into hatred.
The god Ares rubs
His hands with glee.
He doesn’t have to think of any schemes,
we’ll kill each other without him.
Yet again,
the sun rises.
It’s still up there, mighty
and unrivaled.
Yet, Hope like pollen
still paints our mornings.
The Sun is Love.
Where does a good man live?
In each one of us.
In everyone.
Really?
‘City’ by Dušan Láznička
Fire!
fear
the city of screams
Death
will perfect
the pulse of the present
ruins
corpses
Time
– absolutely certain
absurdity
x x x
the city of sleep
not worth
panting
I see
the pleasure of the ruins
the whiteness of the glow
the fire of the dead
chill
nothingness
malignant silence
space
without emptiness
I feel
The coldness of the fear
last
in the eyes – my sorrow
smog
near the temple
a REVOLVER
Meet the Poets!
Judita Ďurčová (1983), a poet and prose writer, read history at the University in Bratislava, Slovakia. She lives in Nové Město nad Váhom. Her poems appear regularly in literary magazines.
Marta Franeková was born in 1961, in Námestov. She lives and works as a kindergarten teacher in Oravské Veselý. Her work has been published in the following periodicals: Dotyki, Literary Weekly, in the magazine Vertigo, in the collections of the literary portal Litweb; the latter one also published her collection Oh Willow, Willow in the anthologies Pars Artem and Svetlom modrý. She made her book debut in 2012 with the collection Mute Herons (DALi Košice); in 2015 she published the collection Odklonené svety (DALi Košice) with the support of the State Literary Fund, and in 2019 her poetry book Rozprávanky (Perfekt Bratislava) was again financially supported by the Literary Fund.
Dušan Láznička (b. 1975) started his literary work when styding a in high school. His science fiction triptych was awarded third place in the National Literary Competition for Secondary School students. Later, he worked as an editor (Christian magazine Plátok), essayist and poet. In the second half of the 1990s he joined the Omega Literary Club in Trenčín, where he published poetry and prose in their collections and anthologies. He was the editor-in-chief of the club’s magazine Ars – Verbum. In 2012, he won second place in the prose category of the Jozef Branecký Literary Competition. In 2019, Pars Artem published his collection Journeys, which is his tribute to surrealism. In it, he experiments with automatic text and surreal images.
Vlasta Mesárošová was born in 1969 to a family of mixed nationalities. Part Hungarian, Slovak, German and Roma Gypsy, her literary poeticism is influenced by this rich heritage. Vlasta studied social work and has devoted her whole life to helping others. She is also involved in humanitarian aid. She is a family person, very proud of her husband and two sons.
Anton Andrej Pižurný, born in 1961 near Zilina, is a writer, copywriter, publisher, editor, and radio presenter. He has authored 11 prose and poetry books. Moreover, he has written 5 books of reportages and 7 books for children. His other activities involve script writing and an ongoing collaboration with the Ministry for Education in Slovakia. He lives in Bratislava with his wife and three children.
