traveler of both time and space

—Czeslaw Milosz, “Dedication”, from New and Collected Poems

vehement antifascism

Sporisevic Photography

you’re so cool, nicole dollanganger c. 2015

Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Andonis Anemoyannis, 1902

Source: the Palestinian Museum / the Digital Archive

Vladimir Mayakovsky (1917)

I Am Cuba (Soy Cuba/Я - Куба) | Mikhail Kalatozov | 1964 | USSR

the nuisance of our language is stunning

my personal fav - nejebica - state of fucklessness

You have decided to destroy me at any cost You are going towards me. And while you are running Laughing and crying You are erasing And destroying everything On your way You have decided to destroy me at any cost But you seem inable to find The true path To me Because You know old and clear roads And no other (But actually they are short and poor No matter how much Difficult and Long They are For cruel and strong you) You only know the roads That lead From Heart And Eye But that is not all There are other roads in front of us Without public trace on them Without timeline Without time And deadlines You think that your path to poor me Is very safe and honorable The one That comes From the left Or Right You lie to yourself constalty, that I should be reached From similar directions From North Or South But that is not everything Plauge Is always smart And looks for my Eyes Under rye agitated by the wind In the root of Earth where the darkness is thick/deep And from unmeasurable heights From Above It Can It Must Press the Chest As hard as it can But that is not all You don’t know the law of of the crossroad Between two lights And Darkness But that is not all Because what you know least is that in your being The hardest fights And true wars Are in A being itself You don’t know, that actually, you are my smallest evil Among many My Big Evils You have no idea Who are you messing with You know nothing about my map of roads You don’t know that road from you to me Is not the same as th road From me To you You know nothing of my wealth Hidden for your powerful eyes (You don’t know that Destiny has given me and gifted me With much more than you imagine) You have decided to destroy me by any cost But you can’t find the right path To me (I understand you: You are a human in space and time And lives now and here And doesn’t know about limitless Space of time In which I am in Present Far from yesterday Far from tomorrow Thinking About you But that is not all)

Mak Dizdar

Mak Dizdar, Kameni spavač

Mak Mehmedalija Dizdar

Selimović, Death and the dervish

— Maxim Gorky, “Reminiscences of Tolstoy, Chekhov, and Andreyev”, 1920, New York: Compass Books, 1959, pp. 79-80.