HomeArs PoeticaFROM THE FESTIVAL POLIP, PRISHTINA: Stanka Radjenovic Stanojevic/ ON THE RAILS

FROM THE FESTIVAL POLIP, PRISHTINA: Stanka Radjenovic Stanojevic/ ON THE RAILS

In 2021, two festivals took place in the context of READ project, one in Prishtina, polip International Literature Festival, from September 10th to 13th, organized by Qendra Multimedia, and one in Tirana, the International Youth Literary Festival “Tirana-Gate”, from October 8th to 10th, organized by Instituti i Librit dhe i Promocionit. In both of them, the discussions were focused on fundamentally interesting topics.

In Prishtina, the central subject was that of the identity politics, or what is called “cancel culture”, and its consequences for literature. To quote its presentation by the newsletter of the festival, these are some of the questions addressed during the discussions: “Where does the artistic freedom end, and when does the necessity of being ‘politically correct’ begin?… What is the border between creative freedom – who determines that border? – and has that border been eroded or reinforced in the ‘era’ of ‘cancel culture’? Does art require an ‘ideological guardian’?” It was a reflection on Balkan ex- periences placed in the context of global discussions around these questions. In Tirana, the central subject was The Other: identity and diversity; the Other as a challenge to the Self and as an opportunity to enrich the Self; the different and the common, or, to quote the opening speech of the Director of the festival: “discovering the common, the different, but also the similar  between the cultures of writing in the centre and in the periphery of Europe”, with the underlying question of which is the periphery and which is the centre, and by defying the implied hierarchical
categorization, inasmuch as literature by its own nature tends to do so with any exogenous criterion of authority. In both festivals, the sessions of discussion were combined with sessions of reading literary texts. We are publishing a selection of them.

ON THE RAILS

The days smell of childhood
chlorophyll.
Children of memories
in perfect order three by three
Clover leaves.
(Sorrows always remember us
when everything is fine)
The colour of a facade
murmuring maturity
within us.

Shadows of the walls
can claim
even the homeless!
But the shadows of the treetops
are falling on the dream.
Another day of the
motionless wagon wakes.

Translated by Ivana Maksic

 

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