Vladimir Milojković, Subotica, R Srbija
Rođen u Subotici 1978. Nagrađen za prvu zbirku „Razgovor sa Hertom“ na konkursu Prvenac SKC-a iz Kragujevca 2014. Prethodno dobio nagradu Ulaznica 2013 za poeziju. Učestvovao na internacionalnim kompilacijama zvuče poezije ’MATLIT 5.1’ (Portugalija) i ’Huellkurven 5’ (Austrija) pod pseudonimom Vladimir Vladda Miloykovitch, te ’African Smarthpone International’ filmskom festivalu sa audio-video mixom poezije (Nigerija). Umetnički performans „teško u glavi“ izveden je u Sveremenoj galeriji u Subotici 2016. (video za performans je na youtube-u), a 2019. je u Novom Sadu u maloj galeriji održao samostalnu izložbu signalističke-vizuelne poezije i kolaža „signal-iza-C-i-JA“. Uređuje blog massigliebe.blogspot.com gde povremeno objavljuje radove i odakle se putem linkova mogu pregledati video, audio i drugi snimci i radovi autora. Priprema drugu zbirku poezije pod nazivom „Teško u glavi“. Živi i stvara u mestu rođenja.
CRNA HRONIKA
Popio sam čašu vode. Naiskap.
Niko ti ne može biti stran kao čovek
kojeg si nekada voleo – pomislih.
Ustao sam kasnije nego inače.
Već je bilo 9. Glava je pucala od piva.
Sakupljam trunje prethodne večeri,
priču od 8. februara. Šok me je savladao.
Ona je pronađena mrtva otvorene lobanje
ispred svoje kuće u mračnoj ulici.
Njeno sveže lice smešilo se sa digitalne
fotografije. Isto smo godište. Delimo doba nevinosti.
Ne bih zalazio u detalje crne hronike. Jezik se
redukovao, a usta osušila.
U svakom trenutku neko može da te razbije,
da postaneš akutna vest zavijena u crno. –
Misli se koprcaju.
Bilo je tiho. Nije bilo magle dok sam
gledao krovove prizemnih kuća
sa visine petog sprata.
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13.58 h – 14.07 h
- februar 2019.
nedelja
[prijateljici Jasni Matić; 1978. – 2019.]
TEŠKO U GLAVI
Kada je teško u glavi
i reči su teške
velike i nezgrapne
poput šuma vode
ili protoka krvi kroz ušne školjke
U nogama gomila se kamenje
na usnama, u plućima
mehurovi se šire i skupljaju
istiskuju povišeni napon nerava
Slika titra sa bezbroj tačaka
na ekranu u jednostavnim nijansama
siluete igraju kao na starim fotografijama
u ramovima prošlost ostaje zaboravljena
spakovana u moždanim sferama
Tada je teško i preteško
razbijanje zidova i okova
dok tutnji kroz arterije i vene
kapilare; stvara se znoj
što telo rastvara i ispira
Parališući muk mogućnosti
i konfuzija haosa
dok pada poput papirnog omota
gubeći jačinu u brazdama betona
Kada je teško u glavi
teško je i za reči na jeziku
među pljuvačnim žlezdama
poput šuma televizora bez programa
ponekad nestaje svemir baš tada u očima
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21.56 h – 22.04 h
23.9.2006.
subota
(klupa kod pozorišta)
MREŽE SU POSTAVLJENE
Mreže su postavljene i broj se smanjuje
prema zvaničnim podacima NSZ-a
ali se tačan broj samoubistava krije
Samoubistvo je i kada nestaješ na pokretnoj traci
to ne mora biti samoubistvo u uobičajenom smislu
strmoglavo se stropoštavajući polako odjekuješ
Nisam to uočavao
ali priče su zapravo iste
usitnjeni Hitleri se smenjuju na govornicama
To su ona ista lica
na postolju iz prošlog stoleća
koja izdvojena iz mase neće privući pažnju
Ispred mikrofona rulja uzvikuje nove hail pozdrave
ne želim da budem deo kakofonije
mlataranje rukama mi ne pruža utehu
Ali postoje reči koje rade
one nemaju rodnu odrednicu:
prekovremeno, dan-noć, pokretna traka, izrabljivanje….
Mreže su postavljene i broj se smanjuje
prema zvaničnim podacima NSZ-a
to ne mora biti samoubistvo u uobičajenom smislu
Samoubistvo je i kada nestaješ na pokretnoj traci
dok ispred mikrofona rulja uzvikuje nove hail pozdrave
a usitnjeni Hitleri se smenjuju na govornicama
Ali priče su zapravo iste
one nemaju rodnu odrednicu
odjekujući strmoglavo polako se stropoštavaš
Ispred mikrofona u rulji hail pozdrava
nisam deo neartikulisane kakofonije odjeka prošlosti
kvazi demokratije i slobode; zato su mreže i postavljene.
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7.02 pm – 7.12 pm
17.03.2019.
nedelja
(Café Grunf, St. Patrick’s Day)
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Vladimir Milojkovic, Subotica, R Serbia
Born in Subotica in 1978. Awarded for his first collection “Conversation with Herta” at the SKC Champion’s Contest from Kragujevac 2014. Previously received the 2013 Ticket Prize for poetry. Participated in international compilations of the soundtracks ‘MATLIT 5.1’ (Portugal) and ‘Huellkurven 5’ (Austria) under the pseudonym Vladimir Vladda Miloykovitch, and the ‘African Smarthpone International’ film festival with an audio-video mix of poetry (Nigeria). Artistic performance “hard in the head” was performed at the Contemporary Gallery in Subotica 2016 (video for the performance is on youtube), and in 2019 he held a solo exhibition of signal-visual poetry and the “signal-behind” collage in a small gallery in Novi Sad. -Ci-JA. He runs the massigliebe.blogspot.com blog, where he occasionally publishes works and from where videos, audio and other videos and works of the author can be viewed through links. She is preparing another collection of poetry called “Hard in the Head”. He lives and creates in his place of birth.
BLACK CHRONICLE
I drank a glass of water. Naiscap.
No one can be stranger to you as a man
you used to love, I thought.
I got up later than usual.
It was already 9. The head was bursting with beer.
I was gathering the thorns of the previous evening,
the story of February 8th. The shock overcame me.
She was found dead with open skulls
outside his house on a dark street.
Her fresh face was smiling from digital
photos. We are the same age. We share an age of innocence.
I would not go into the details of the Black Chronicle. Language is
reduced and her mouth dried.
Anyone can break you,
to become acute news wrapped in black. –
Thoughts clutter.
It was quiet. There was no fog while I was
watched the rooftops of ground-floor houses
from the height of the fifth floor.
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13.58 h – 14.07 h
February 10, 2019
Sunday
[to friend Jasna Matic; 1978 – 2019]
HARD IN THE HEAD
When it’s hard in the head
and words are difficult
big and cumbersome
like the murmur of water
or blood flow through the ear shells
There are piles of stones in his feet
on the lips, in the lungs
the bubbles expand and contract
they squeeze the increased tension of the nerves
The image captures countless dots
on the screen in simple shades
silhouettes play as in old photos
in the frames, the past remains forgotten
packed in brain spheres
It is difficult and difficult then
breaking down walls and shackles
while rumbling through the arteries and veins
capillaries; sweat is created
which dissolves and flushes the body
Paralyzing the torment of possibilities
and the confusion of chaos
as it falls like a paper wrapper
losing strength in concrete furrows
When it’s hard in the head
it is also difficult for words in the language
among the salivary glands
like the noise of a TV without a program
sometimes the universe disappears just then in the eyes
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21.56 h – 22.04 h
9/23/2006
Saturday
(theater bench)
THE NETWORKS ARE ESTABLISHED
The networks are set up and the number is reduced
according to NES official figures
but the exact number of suicides is hiding
Suicide is also when you disappear on the treadmill
it does not have to be suicide in the usual sense
you shudder slowly, echoing slowly
I didn’t notice it
but the stories are actually the same
shredded Hitlers take turns at booths
These are the same faces
on a pedestal from the last century
which will not attract attention from the masses
In front of the microphone, the mob shouting new hail greetings
I don’t want to be part of the cacophony
slapping my hands does not give me comfort
But there are words that work
they do not have a gender definition:
overtime, day-night, treadmill, exploitation ….
The networks are set up and the number is reduced
according to NES official figures
it does not have to be suicide in the usual sense
Suicide is also when you disappear on the treadmill
while in front of the microphone the mob shouting new hail greetings
and the crushed Hitlers are replaced by booths
But the stories are actually the same
they have no gender
echoing steeply you slowly creep in
In front of the microphone at the helm of hail greetings
I’m not part of the unarticulated cacophony of echoes of the past
quasi-democracy and freedom; that’s why networks are set up.
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7.02 pm – 7.12 pm
03/17/2019
Sunday
(Café Grunf, St. Patrick’s Day)
