New write up ”Roses” on our thoughtful journey through the time. Happy reading!


(on jackpot in the gene pool game)

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Credit Geralt

It may sound strange, but tonight I met all my ancestors.

Or to be more precise: not so much meet as suddenly, for no apparent reason, I felt each of them within me. This means in the tiniest fraction of the passing seconds, I became someone else, but yet myself.

And so: having left the African plains, I found myself suddenly at the foot of the Sinai, then slowly to India, from India to Europe and beyond. I have crossed the immeasurable deserts of this world, the highest mountains, I looked at the blinding whiteness of the glaciers and the…


Check new write up about peculiar writer and poet Dušan Pejaković, who’s also happened to be our editor. Spare him some of your time, we promise you won’t regret it!


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Dusan Pejakovic

Our guest for this expose is a young and talented writer Dusan Pejakovic, who is increasingly conquering the narrowly built upper echelons of quality literary expression realm. It is our great pleasure to guide you through life and work of this up-and-coming writer.

Dusan Pejakovic is a young and award-winning writer, residing in Podgorica, Montenegro. Master’s student of the Faculty of Political Sciences, University of Montenegro, volunteer, social entrepreneur and book author. In addition to the languages ​​of the Balkan’s language area, he also creates in English, Italian and Spanish. Published so far in numerous anthologies of poetry and prose…


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Credit: Duoblam

If there is something that the last year has taught us, then we should be humble towards what is closest — the world that we did not want to see in our push and hurry, or it seemed so mundane that it didn’t deserve our valuable attention. Notably, in times of alienation, apathy and claustrophobic loneliness experiencing and recognising the landscape we use to thrive in may appear as a saving gift from providence.

But this strength, this gift does not come from the outside, from the outer world, they are not the result of someone’s internment, it all shifts…


Rafal Wojaczek in Marcin’s Malek interpretation

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Portrait by Zbigniew Kresowaty

Rafał Wojaczek (1945–1971)is said to be the restless spirit of Polish poetry.
He was only 20 upon his debut, but despite such young age, he quickly realized that the world and the ideas he shifts between are only a prosthesis of real life. …


Have you noticed a certain inaccuracy in our lives: we like to think about ourselves as a sedentary species and yet we constantly getting ready for some journey? In truth, we’re not so much making the preparations as we’re in a persistent breakaway, in an endless run towards nevermore or to something so profound that it is impossible to imagine or predict.

Check new write-up from Duoblam: Temporal odds of aiming towards the future.


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Credit: geralt

Have you noticed a certain inaccuracy in our lives: we like to think about ourselves as a sedentary species and yet we constantly getting ready for some journey? In truth, we’re not so much making the preparations as we’re in a persistent breakaway, in an endless run towards nevermore or to something so profound that it is impossible to imagine or predict.

In Europe, we have learned to perceive reality through the scope of ending. This peculiar perception struck our eyes during or shortly after the French Revolution and has remained with our thinking and writing uninterruptedly until today.

Now…


Interpretation of Lothar Herbst poems by Marcin Malek

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Credit: jorono

THE HORSE

A white horse came by the wind to hear Solomon’s ruling
not wanting to carry a man who doesn’t know
where to or from he bounds in such a bright dawn
thus before the sentence evening has descended

towards the fire to make itself even brighter and trustier
so that life upon the knife may flee quieter and faster
then the horse and humane shadow were lost at once
over the hill and faraway river cast

hence by the flame over the fog world seem brighter we even pay for hazy dreams and sip of air that stays…

Duobla_m

Also known as Marcin Malek. Poet, writer, playwright, and publicist. Editor-in-chief of Agora24 on Medium.com. Lives and writes in Ireland

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