Saša Milivojev - YOUTH GRAPPLED IN FEROCIOUS CLINCH

Saša Milivojev is a famous writer, poet, journalist columnist and political analyst... One of the most read columnists in Serbia, he is the author of five books, and numerous columns published in various daily newspapers. He is the author of the novel „The Boy from the Yellow House“ and of political speeches. His work has been translated into around twenty languages across the world.

YOUTH GRAPPLED IN FEROCIOUS CLINCH

WHEN THE FIREFLY IS GONE is a book, significantly and distinctively diverging from the contest of domestic and even regional — Balkan, literary publications by being written in three languages: in Serbian, English and Arabic.

Saša Milivojev, acts from the shadow, from some kind of poet’s sanctum and a kind of bunker. He is, on some part, boyishly incorrupt and supremely regally aestheticized. On the other side of this reflexive quill, he is livid, valiant, trenchant and semantically extreme. At times it may seem that his poetry bleeds into a kiss, at times it bites vividly sinking its teeth.

The lyrical subject of this book is thoughtful, sacred, non-obscure and almost amply religious. He jumps off the rails of the ingrained faith, even of religion, onto an entirely new ones, disparate, but no less acknowledged. The lyrical subject finds itself in a certain spiritual but also entirely metaphysical intersection. At times he weeps, at times he pleas, sometimes he gives in, sometimes he gives up. He searches for himself. Nevertheless, he plunges into the most profound membranes of the pneuma piercing through all auras, velums, and even chakras.

If I was to travel to Cairo, Dubai, London, to all and every other destination in the world, I would surely take the book with me. I would even admonish the local, domestic men of the pen to leaf through it and peruse. To see and perceive what they have, due to the countless chores, toil and unread and accumulated material — overlooked, and are unknowingly or deliberately, intentionally or unintentionally culpable towards. To hear and finally discern the aching cry of the intellect, virtuosity and youth grappled in ferocious clinch of so-called life in this vicious altruists’ age of ours.
So how does one conclude? Not so far ago, on an unbelievably and exceptionally well attended promotion of the book When the Firefly is Gone in the Ethnographic Museum, the attending devotees of a poetical word, were able to cognise and encounter, silently and with great appreciation, the energy of Saša’s rhymical tear-offs that even the actress Ivana Žigon wasn’t unsusceptible to. They all knew how, your signatory included, to interpret and feel them. And how about you?