Circling: 1978-1987
Edition: Translation
Publisher: New Avenue Books
Published: 2012
Place of publication: USA
Language: eng
Translated from: scc
Translation of: Krugovanje
Format: E-book
Number of pages: 74
ISBN-13: 9781623147921
Copyright date: 2012 (Original: 1993, 1998, 2000)
Other titles: Krugovanje
Description: Poetic Circles of Dejan Stojanović

In a colorful landscape of contemporary Serbian poetry, a careful reader can recognize that one of its branches, with a decidedly reflective experience of the poetic tradition and heritage, corresponds with a Serbian medieval age, opens up for its Byzantine chords and, in the context of contemporary poetry, is closest to Modern Classicism. In the first wave of Serbian post-World War II poetry, this stream was at the very foundation of a revival, which is almost suppressed today.

It seems that precisely today, in the atmosphere of almost complete saturation by the practice of ever changing poetic trends, Serbian poetry is returning to its basics. This picture of a slow rebound, a long awaited reorientation on the Serbian poetic scene, is already happening, by all accounts, and is being sensed in the actual literary production. 

Reading the book Circling triggers the associations of this kind of a wave, which is not underground anymore, but has transformed itself into an actual poetic phenomenon. Dejan Stojanović, obviously, is not influenced by any contemporary poetic school or fashionable poetic trend, and is not trapped by some sensibility as a “follower.” Stojanović, as a reflective poet of mature thought and discourse, revives the atmosphere of the ancient (antic) times even in the first layers of his poems. It is easy to notice what specifically marks Stojanović in Serbian contemporary poetry: In weaving his poems and building his lines, a poet has returned to the antic form of utterance, to the difficult and slow movement of the poetic matter, to the dignified and solemn tone, and that kind of wisdom which was nourished in ancient times.

Far from experiments, from challenges of hazards and poetic adventures, Stojanović’s poems exude the dignity of ancient forms. Similar to the techniques of painters, Stojanović condenses his utterances into short, harmonious poems, most often colored with Mediterranean colors, surprisingly successfully. His poems, almost by a rule, are condensed forms made of short utterances. In the second part of the book, poetic palette becomes darker with an introduction of fantastic and hallucinogenic elements and even apocalyptic tones. Nevertheless, the principle of condensation and consistency of form is never questioned. Apocalyptic scenes and images of evil are expressed in huge blocks that give the impression of a work of an architect or a sculptor. Such are the poems “Vision,” The Chess Board,” “Arrival of Darkness,” and “River of Death,” which all appear as compositions. There is a feeling that Stojanović wrote his poems along with visual compositions; to that extent, visual-imaginative effects are impressive.

Specific, surprisingly original, outside the collectively nurtured sensibilities and fashionable trends, Stojanović is an extraordinary example of creative individualism in a generation that nourished such individualism the least. For that reason, the book Circling is not only an example of an extraordinary poetic achievement, which represents a strong encouragement to the important branch of Serbian poetry, but is also an announcement of a moral and spiritual project – a project that belongs to the tradition of Serbian poetry and thought in the best sense of the word.

-Alek Vukadinović
Afterward to the first Serbian edition (1993)

Dejan Stojanovic’s poems are astute and spiritual tangents of a circle that comprises the phenomena hidden beyond the direct naming of the world and things in poetic transposition. With his poems, he seeks the borderlines between the content and its metaphysical expression, pure thought about the world and its essence. Passion and complete and easy flowing devotion to poetry and to the power of words, poetically and semantically, above all, shape his original poetic output. 

-Petar V. Arbutina

If I Am

If I knew
That grass broods while growing

If I knew
That a bird longs for the life while flying

If I then watched insects
As they mate and chirp
I would have thought about meaning

If I watched waves and saw
How persistently they hit the shore

If I felt the call of earth by seed
All for all, life for life

If I watched the heavenly bodies
How each longs for a circle of fulfillment
I would see soul in everything

I found traces of natural wisdom
In the slightest breeze and a bright smile
In cataclysms and changes

And although personal calling I sense
Who am I? Even if I am
I don't know
 
Hearing Far

Mystery of knowledge once dreamed,
A spark of tightened vision emerges:
Cities, omens, squares, castles,
A landscape into a landscape merges to
Molded fugue—the line of Being

Vista replaces vista
Pulse trembles—secret membrane
Accepting sound—gentle nuance
Into the cloud of Being where
An eternal vista falls
 
Infinity

A small creature
You lonely planet
What do you dream?

What do you see
In your little world?

What do you dream
And what does infinity mean to you?
Are you not infinity and
Yourself?
 
Reminiscence

I remember a dream
And the life within

An immense wall
And the wall beyond

The dazzling leaves of the Universe
And the antipode

The silent walk, the water
And climbing the mountain

I remember this very dream
And the life within
 
Fusion

Slipping into light years’ shoes
In light years he walks
Striding to touch the seductive wind of quest

To find himself among the lighthouses
Diving into a galactic sea

By a magnetic force, he’s drawn
Into the almighty dream
Only on his mother’s bosom to fall again
 
Derangement

He was awakened by the sound of air
Its scent and shadow covered him
In its touch, he sensed the silence

He arrived in the space
Where peace waived its wings at him
And at an endlessly distant spot
He saw another being

The closer he moved
The farther it seemed still
 
Revelation

The elf arrives by winged vigor,
With secret whiff it dilutes the air
His radiant body blows away all doubt
His trail inscribes reconciliation

In the elf’s blue eyes, the myriad
Skimming from one island to another
A multitude of tiny winged forces
Trail the elf into mystery
 
Millenarium

From the flowering palms, the doves will fly,
Smelly rays shining from their eyes
With wavy hair covering landscapes
Taming the wilderness with a song

Seas are blooming
Inspired by siren singing
The blue curtain sings
Enveloped by the flying gardens
 
Thinker

His vision
Wanders across bottomless space
Through foggy dreams it flies
With outward speed
He senses the magical movement

His fire
The purpose of the dream hides
And when dust he becomes
Only his echo
The fog will save
 
The Other Side of Sight

A world discovered
On the other side of sight
Is equal to the open sea—
Timeless, immeasurable

Enchanted by the peace of
Seductive mystery
The sign for meaning that eternity offers

The spark
That sends a river from itself
To itself
Is meaning

River of change and there is
Meaning found in movement
Until peace arrives
At the meeting point of the first source
 
LIGHT BUGS

 
People Light

To merge with mortar
To feel its truth
In the darkness of frescoes

To see how a soul
Of amulets and temples breathes
To pay respect
To the processions of saints and knights

To meet fathers
Under the yew tree on the hill
And observe an ancient valley
That you are leaving behind
 
Lighthouse

Spirit—
Lighthouse in the deep
Is it yours?
Or is the shining scent
Arriving
As invisible orbit
Recognized only in reverie?

Your spirit on a voyage
Come to me
In endless darkness
Shine upon my path
My own spirit to enlighten
 
Ether-Plane

If I recreate the past—
A lantern above the abyss
Shall I see myself

Shall I sense the condensed ray
When fog begins to shine?
Shall I sit in the ether-plane
When I am taken by suspicion

In an endless vacuum merely
Listening to the sound of fallen times
Before me?
	Cosmos-Vila
	Cosmiliya
Surfaces

A road divided
On which I travel
The land that I long for
 
Montenegro

Carved out by tectonic folds
It surfaced from the rosy Adriatic Sea
Powerful Lovćen—a friend of storms
The entire mountain—the poet’s grave
Twisted landscapes
On two waters
Birds of Vranjina and vegetation of Skadar
Sun in the Sea
Sea in the Sun
People in the Sea and the Sun
Bathe and multiply

Black mountain—fire bearer
In all sunrises and sunsets
 
Giants

Winter giants came from darkness
To illuminate clearings
Through hidden passages
Descending from the heights

With the melting snow
Into life they rushed
Washed with the glitter 
Of wakening dreams

Led by a secret hand
A heavenly smile
A sturdy look
Life was given to them
Short, but deep

With snow falling into darkness
Deep snow wants them back
 
Protective Word

The word and its enticing whistle
Is the internal vision
Of the fire bearer
Coming of age

The word was sent to other nests
Peace bearer—world giver

Spark in the eye—lightening
Generous thunder—the word was
Fire borne—a catharsis
 
Hegemonikon

Aristotle’s descendant
Staggers in the mud

Thousands of years—
A blinding bright spark of time
Magnificent science transformed
Into fog

On one side
Blessed peripatetics
Lulled by the eternal dream

On the other side
There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers
Only a shadow
Notes: Poetry in translation.
Table of contents: title: Poetic Circles of Dejan Stojanović; title: RECIRCLING; title: If I Am; title: Hearing Far; title: Infinity; title: Reminiscence; title: Fusion; title: Derangement; title: Revelation; title: Millenarium; title: Thinker; title: The Other Side of Sight; title: LIGHT BUGS; title: People Light; title: Lighthouse; title: Ether-Plane; title: Montenegro; title: Giants; title: Protective Word; title: Hegemonikon; title: A CONVERSATION WITH ATOMS; title: Conversation of Atoms; title: Flint and Steel; title: Paths; title: Spring Music; title: Blooming; title: Little World; title: What Are You; title: Awakening of a Flower; title: The Circle; title: A GRAIN; title: Loneliness; title: The Open Door; title: Suns and the Night; title: The Star and the Eye; title: A Grain; title: A WARDEN WITH NO KEYS; title: Approaching a Cliff; title: Ascent of a Barbarian; title: Alexander the Great; title: Yan Palah; title: The Blue; title: A Man and a Mountain; title: Shaman in the Blue Mountain; title: In the Silence of the Century; title: The Call; title: In Search of Spark; title: The Same Dust; title: The Thin Thread; title: New Vandals; title: DARKNESS IS WAITING; title: Fight; title: The Trees of Stone; title: Lightening the Abyss; title: Beast; title: Animalization; title: Spaces of Peace; title: Vision; title: The Chessboard; title: Arrival of Darkness; title: River of Death; title: A Melody of the Primeval Homeland; title: A Word; title: About the Author