a nutshell: exploring history and the present, this poem reflects on how nothing (and no one) lasts – not even the reader
a line: “Memories are the heaviest burden in that pigsty”
an image: rather than revolutionary and bloody, the pavements are concrete whores whose names change with the lust of rulers
a thought: I was thrilled to stumble on this poem through this Words Without Borders issue from March 2017 – a commendable effort to ensure Montenegrin women’s poetic voices are better heard
a fact: born in 1984 in Montenegro, Tripković is a poet and playwright who was one of the founders of the theatre group Alternative Theater Active Company (ATAK)
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Extraordinary poem, thank you
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