Lombardy is a stout province, so stout that I know not precisely on which map to chart it, surely not the one in which I record spaces for a diary. Ni pjesmu napisati bez njih, eto, ne mogu. Evelina Rudan, Croatian poet and scholar, was born on September 4, in Pula. There were all sort of brownies, ginger bread some incense sticks, and cloth footballs rolling over to one's feet right next to the sellers', buyers', fire-eaters' feet, next to the feet, the facial tic blinking from too much light for it was a warm and shiny day, utterly bright. Armed by these he can conquer the world or at least my neighbors yard. Word falls apart into a hundred million parts irretrievable like mercury in a broken thermometer and yet somewhere, like mercury, again they come together yet you aren't there any more to adopt that newly arranged word take it in your lap, nurse it, tell it 'you are mine now' and you are not in the spaces of silence where the word has not started to fall apart yet let alone pull back into the mercury tail in fact you are nowhere only sensing that there could be some time more mindful than this breaking off, more mindful of the new arrangement more attentive than the silence in which you could live by some otherworldly, yet wholesome you But, until that happens, write down the premonition.
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Armed by these he can conquer the world or at least my neighbors yard.
Nor the one on windows, since I've got mine. Bude ljubqv svako malo pa neko proglasi anatemu. Thus we had the anathemas on bones, oranges, ljubag and pans plates, spoons, lawnmowers. Lombardy, so good, that's how my eada with the answers shall be called.
This feature of playfulness and correspondence with reality, mostly from her intimate, family surroundings, has come into full effect in her last poetry collection Decent Birds, fromdominated by the poetization of mundane reality, which denies the usage of corresponding, colloquial language forms emptied of meaning but employs various discoursive practices, both from oral and literary traditions of fairy tales, folk tales, anegdotes, etc.
Lombardy is a stout province, so stout that I know not precisely on which map to chart it, surely not the one in which I record spaces for a diary.
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Because the brightness and dry air everyone imbibed too much orange juice and waited for that book with the leaves to prvz the plants have crawled over. Lombardija i Galjarda, a sve ostalo je dim. I even thought it quite dumb, sorry to say, thought they'll figure it out.
Lombardy and Gaillardia, all the rest is smoke. What is so new about Rudan's approach to language and poetry? Never minded the bones, plates, spoons, and lawnmowers.
And, here, this last one, daa fragrant pansies. I can't have my favorite scent, I can't receive them for birthdays, I can't draw them to a child, I can't modestly put them away.
In the end, between the proclaimed 'simplicity' and the text itself, language masterly interferes with its constantly growing noja, making this unpretentiously 'simple' book of poetry inexhaustibly open to new and new readings. Her poetry is represented in several panoramas and anthologies of contemporary Croatian poetry, and some of her poems have been translated into Slovenian, Czech, English, German, Spanish, Italian and Dutch language. Characterized by its ludistic character and playful attitude toward language and reality, Evelina Rudan poetry occupies a rather distinctive and recognizable position within highly diversified body of contemporary Croatian poetry.
In these parts, I haven't been there in a while, but I will seek the answers I laid out there while the boughs bordered the sky in the bright sunset. But I never minded the one on seashells, since I ljybav eat them. Thus, the stout Lombardy, a non-diaristic province, with a lovely name that expresses well my mood, rolling, rounded, puckered the dafa could work better if they were called puckerers e.
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Word falls apart into a hundred million parts irretrievable like mercury in a broken thermometer and yet somewhere, like mercury, again they come together yet you aren't there any more to adopt that newly arranged word take it in your lap, nurse it, tell it 'you are mine now' and you are not in the spaces of silence where the word has not started to fall apart yet let alone pull back into the mercury tail in fact you are nowhere only sensing that there could be some time more mindful than this breaking off, more mindful of the new arrangement more attentive than the silence in which you could live by some otherworldly, yet wholesome you But, until that happens, write down the premonition.
It is also a kind of poetry that successfully and critically corresponded with the dominant 'standard model' of young poetry, labelled ' stvarnosna poezija' neorealist poetrythat found its foothold in current transitional reality of the s. Evelina Rudan, Croatian poet and scholar, was born on September 4, in Pula. It is the yard at the world's end, there where the linden tree rocks and walnut crepes.
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First of all, it bears witness to poet's ability to employ both language variants to the same purpose — writing poetry. I, eto, sad ova na mirisave ljubice.
Yes, the Fair was moa, there was a speaker on the platform a folding stool placed to the side and it had ladies with long gown dresses, and noblemen kissing the ground and kids entertained by clapper toys and nurses's breasts. Very often she deliberately fails to conform to reader's expectations and takes her poem's ending to unpredictable and unknown realms of imagination. Nor the one for backyards, what do I need it for when I don't have ljubac backyard.
Ni zbog prozora, imam ljubag. Genre, Context, Performance and supernatural Beings of Legends was published. Now and again it happens someone declares anathema. For a hero it is most important to have bright nipples and gentle heart. Ni pjesmu napisati bez njih, eto, ne mogu.
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