Summary
Zlatko Stevanović: Whose God
Zlatko Stevanović's poetry is one long, long, unpaid and sleepless night. He loves our misery, our weariness and half-states, he loves our fog, suffocation and pain, our chills, rushing, buzzing, all our melancholy. Her heroes are us tenants, we are Uncle Bobani, we are hungry, trapped in public transport, in the dark, in the murky, on the outskirts. But it is not a poetry of no movement: in the rhythm of short and clear, frankly political verses, something is celebrated, it becomes a stream, it goes somewhere. At the end of giving up, freedom looms, a revolution awaits." Miloš Živković
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