Summary
Vuk Rodić's songs are the cabins of the Sarajevo cable car. Regardless of whether you observe them from Trebević or Bistrik, they appear and disappear in the fog, and the fog is, of course, our consciousness. Absurdity against absurdity, as Vuk says, because there is no other way!? His poetry is silent in an irritating way, writing the birth charts of unborn children and cracking the whip to celebrate love. The horoscope you hold in your hands will not bring you good news, but it will remind you of the essential problems of man and help you understand that freedom can be slavery and ugliness can be beautiful. Or it will just inspire you to play the yellow bingo ticket.
- Mili Đukić
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