UNHEARD BUT NOT SILENT: Lenka Krivosudská

2009 May 27
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by rootwebzine

The questions you gave me are difficult to answer. I don’t like analysing these things, stating something like that – I’m under constant change. Sure, there are things that dont change so often… but I prefer to be shaped by world and change views. But it is one thing to say who I am according to me, and another who I am according to the not-me. Let’s try!

ROOT: What do you do in your life?

Lenka: I shape myself and act myself out (- ok and I’m a student of English and Slovak languages and literatures and of their teaching, at University Tyrnaviensis, Slovak Republic).

ROOT: What does inspire you?

Lenka: At least to answer this is easy – everything.

ROOT: Does your art have a point?

Lenka: Well, it is not pointless but it is up to the perceiver to judge. My aim is not to put the reader in charge of finding what I left there, but to get him/her stimulated. Either with form or content, or both, (or neither). My poetry is not just mine. I favour interpretation and decoding. Decoding can be great fun – like filling a crossword or solving an equation in mathematics. You put in something and you get something. People tell me my poems are confusing and difficult. Deconfuse them!

(Photo: Taylor)
XXX
superman is not a super man
nor is he someone who’d serve you a supper
when you suffer from being unsuper
he is not a perfect poetry
he is not a poetry at all by the way
and I ask who is he
and draw him on my window with my finger breaking my breath on my glass
but no answer shows up when I breathe out
there’s only fog and blah and piece of soul squished in molecules on the pane
vain and vain and supervain
makes me think of what would happen if the supervain sexed up the superman
maybe we would have a hero finally
someone to work as a luminous paradigm
someone to march forward and yell words and plaster them on windows
so there’d be no place left for breath anymore
or for a hand
nothing
all because I think you are so super while the truth is you are just like me
.repus.
so please slap me or something push my eyes open and give me a Mojito de Dust
man is a super mint hangover obviously
.fireworks now. the new year has come.
xxx
One day a nurse read in a diary:
Day XVI. Time is riding a bike round the place as we
– three who make a crowd –
are standing still.
We are dividing the roles and … Erased part.
So this is the way it turned out:
One of us becomes the time.
One of us becomes the place.
One of us becomes the bike.
Wow now.
Instead of the crowd there’s an uttermost I.

Poem: Lenka Krivosudská
Interview: R.evolution Of Our Time


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