The passing of the favorite poet of many generations, despite the days that only bring news of new deaths, caused disbelief. It's always like that, with poets, old devils... This disbelief is not only a matter of Đorđe Balasevic and his great poems, but also of a belief that poets do not die like other people. With them, it's kind of halfway. The encyclopedias say he's dead, but every day you remember one of his lines, he says he's alive. Whatever the facts say, the poets somehow stay with you. So - very much alive, despite death.
Balasevic's poetic magic is not only a matter of emotions that we like to refer to, excessively, if you ask me, but of those unique formulations, real names for the things we are surrounded by, or that we dream about...
His Vojvodina seems to have come out of the most beautiful inspiration and enthusiasm of Mika Antic.
His Yugoslavia was idyllic, because it included all the good (or, well, good) that existed in the SFRY, and strongly resisted the banality of nationalism and everything that would await us in the nineties.
And there was something touchingly ancient in the way people, all over Tito's, his and our Yugoslavia, said goodbye to the Pannonian sailor. When I say "antique", I mean similar details from history. They say that when Verdi was dying, the Italians filled the entire street with hay so that the great artist would be escorted to the next world by silence, and not by the tramp of horses and the howl of carts. While Hugo was dying, over a hundred thousand Parisians passed silently under his balcony. I have already described the funeral of Count Tolstoy in this column, that is, the testimony of Boris Shklovsky. Like when Oliver was escorted by hundreds of boats to his island... There are ways of sending off that so strongly confirm the bond between true artists and their audience.
What kind of song would Balašević make of the Montenegrin vaccination...
Vasa Ladački, Lepa protina kći and Boža pub - at the same time.
Losing and/or failing to find a new government is becoming more and more frequent. Soap opera about vaccines, operetta in Tuzi... Really, why close Tuzi? But I don't believe that flags are the reason. Before it will be - Podgorica. And their passion for endless coffee.
"UDBA is sending something again/dispatch from Miločer/While we are waiting for the Montenegro express..."
Followed and filmed, a lot. Followed hundreds of people, as if it were a social network and not the secret police.
What did they record? What could they have recorded? Petty political matchmaking?
Mental ornament: here everyone believes that they are being listened to, so these kinds of revelations come in handy as a confirmation of this feeling of the world.
The story can be even more fun, as incredible as it sounds. It just takes enough time to pass…
When the documents were declassified, reports were released in the XNUMXs about the wiretapping of writers during McCarthyism in the US. It almost turns out that Hoover's FBI did literary historians a favor. So many interesting and even spectacular details were recorded, but it was clear that some worlds are not understood, they simply exist in different mental frameworks. Agents interpreted games and petty whims of writers as evidence of terrorist activities. The writer Nelson Olgren, the American lover of Simon de Beauvoir, then liked to check in at New York hotels under the name of his lover. The shape of Simon could not even arouse suspicion, at least among the ignorant. The agent informed Hoover that the famous writer must be part of some terrorist network, because he was checking into hotels under a "fictitious name".
Unfortunately, I do not expect such details to be found in the case of Montenegro. Everyone is always serious here. There is no more difficult recommendation for one country. That scope is indicative. Unbelievable. After all, the ideal of any totalitarian government is to eavesdrop on everyone. A fragile illusion of omnipotence. Of which, as we see, nothing remains...
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