#miroslav holub

[deltanegative]

ferrari + brief reflection on killing the christmas carp

[lillyli-74]

Always just one demon in the attic.

~Miroslav Holub

[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

[whisperthatruns]

The Door

Go and open the door. Maybe outside there’s a tree, or a wood, a garden, or a magic city. Go and open the door. Maybe a dog’s rummaging. Maybe you’ll see a face, or an eye, or the picture of a picture. Go and open the door. If there’s a fog it will clear. Go and open the door. Even if there’s only the darkness ticking, even if there’s only the hollow wind, even if nothing is there, go and open the door. At least there’ll be a draught.

Miroslav Holub (1923--1998), tr. from the Czech by George Theiner, text from Sean Singer’s daily email, The Sharpener

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

Although a poem is only a little word machine/ as William Carlos Williams says/ a little word machine ticking in the world of megamachines and megatons and megaelectronvolts, although in the world of a poem one doesn't live any better than in any other world, although the world of a poem is dreary, arises out of desolation and perishes in the desolation of spiritual history, although art doesn't solve problems but rather only wears them out, as Susan Songtag says, yet a poem is the only sword and shield: for in principle and in essence it is not against tyrants, against automobiles, against madness and cancer and the gates of death, but against what is there all the time, all the time inside and out, all the time in front, behind, and in the middle, all the time with us and against us. It is against emptiness. A poem is being as against emptiness. Against the primary and secondary emptiness.

[soleilinfini]

miroslav holub, wings

[mikarchive2]

ALEXANDER THE GREAT Miroslav Holub (tr. by me)

Alexander the Great wept when he learned that there were other worlds in the universe.

Don’t cry. You got that from the heavy infantry, you got that from the empire, you got that from the fourteen carats of intercontinental fame.

Don’t cry. Boys are building a castle with stars on the battlement. Carpenters are building a ship that will float upwards. And one day pearl hunters will surface on the Moon, women will bathe in the Milky Way.

Boys, carpenters, women, today or tomorrow, boys, carpenters, women.

They’re all just ordinary worlds of ordinary lives with nails, shovels, chains, buttons.

Don’t cry. It is enough not to be Great.

[xamenotalento]

Η γη γυρίζει

                  λέει ο μικρός μαθητής

Λάθος η γη γυρίζει ,

                  λέει ο δάσκαλος .

Οι λόφοι πρασινίζουν

                   λέει ο μικρός μαθητής

Λάθος  οι λόφοι πρασινίζουν ,

                  λέει ο δάσκαλος .

Δύο επί δύο κάνουν τέσσερα

                    λέει ο μικρος μαθητής

Λάθος , δύο επί δύο κάνουν τέσσερα ,

                     διορθώνει ο δασκαλος .

Επειδή ο δάσκαλος ξέρει καλύτερα.

[randomrichards]

INVENTION OF DESTRUCTION:

Professor kidnapped

In Jules Verne inspired tale

Stop secret weapon

[storm-macabre]

A Porta

Abre a porta. Talvez haja lá fora uma acácia ou uma floresta ou um jardim, a magia duma cidade.

Abre a porta. Talvez um cão queira entrar. Talvez desponte um rosto um olho ou uma imagem e o seu detalhe.

Abre a porta. Em havendo nevoeiro há-de dissipar-se.

Abre o raio da porta. Mesmo que aí não haja senão a cintilante obscuridade, e que não haja para enxergar mais que um sopro roto, mesmo no meio do nada, abre a porta.

Ah, sentes a brisa, a passar? - Miroslav Holub

[thefungaldiscourses]

Miroslav Holub

[footballmanageraddict]

EuroTrip | Part 14 | Sweet Esposito

#FM24 #EuroTrip Part 14: Sweet Esposito. Trebor Mahtal departs Serbia for the 8th club on his European adventure and ends up in Slovakia. He leads @SKSlovan to a dominant league effort and a surprise exciting European run. Read here:

Setting out on this EuroTrip adventure, Trebor Mahtal had dismissed chances of European success with teams outside the continent’s top seven leagues. Yet contrary to all expectations, he’d won the Europa Conference League with Dynamo Kiev then the Europa League with Crvena zvezda. But after two successful years in Serbia, the Zambian manager decided it was time for a new challenge. Mahtal had…

[whisperthatruns]

Man Cursing the Sea

Someone just climbed to the top of the cliffs and began to curse the sea.

Dumb water, stupid pregnant water, slow, slimy copy of the sky, you peddler between sun and moon, pettifogging pawnbroker of shells, soluble, loud-mouthed bull, fertilizing the rocks with your blood, suicidal sword dashed to bits on the headland, hydra, hydrolyzing the night, breathing salty clouds of silence, spreading jelly wings in vain, in vain, gorgon, devouring its own body,

water, you absurd flat skull of water---

And so he cursed the sea for a spell, it licked his footprints in the sand like a wounded dog.

And then he came down and patted the tiny immense stormy mirror of the sea.

There you go, water, he said, and went his way.

Miroslav Holub, tr. from Czech by Stuart Friebert and Dana Hábová

[soracities]

Just wondering if you have any favourite poems/excerpts or art works/photos about working in the medical field/healthcare? 🩺

Only ones I can think of are "Letter" by Raymond Carver, and Sujata Bhatt's "Between Hearts":

additionally, Miroslav Holub may also be a poet worth checking out since he worked as an immunologist x

[poesiablog60]

Ma dopo tutto noi abbiamo la capacità di classificare i piselli di contenere l'acqua nelle mani

di cercare la vite

giusta sotto il divano per ore.

Questo

ci dà

le ali

Miroslav Holub

[xamenotalento]