Alain Fabre-Catalan

  Qui dira Ce qui depuis la nais­sance Est à con­quérir ?             Qui s’étrangera             Face             Au miroir qui lui est ten­du ? Qui fera Le deuil De tout ce qui ne […]

I was born in Ser­bia in 1972 and have been liv­ing in Ger­many since 2002. I grad­u­at­ed at the Anglis­tics Depart­ment of Bel­grade Uni­ver­si­ty and also stud­ied Eng­lish Lit­er­a­ture at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Brunswick, […]

  When you get crushed by: shop­ping malls tourisms funer­al homes day­cares ceme­ter­ies flower shops peo­ple shop win­dows gip­sy slums cred­it cards mater­ni­ty wards peo­ple traf­fic alarm clocks peo­ple chil­dren fur­ni­ture show­rooms peo­ple people […]

  Damned of the earth are stand­ing up and pris­on­ers of star­va­tion are stand­ing also up tall black beau­ti­ful are stand­ing up like dead cypress­es the dump of the world is stand­ing up in […]

  These are the cities of splen­dour and ruin where he got crushed in a moment by heavy his­to­ry set­tled in every cob­ble­stone of a seem­ing­ly unim­por­tant alley as he was try­ing under the […]

  Let’s go out to the field             where blood is driz­zling siz­zling                         on the snow white bright                                    on the snow glassy glossy   blood hur­ries and scur­ries                         the throat hisses […]

  We’re look­ing for the dead at ceme­ter­ies where they nev­er tread in silent church­es where under mighty bells even God him­self hard­ly ever dwells we’re look­ing for the dead in rooms among their […]

  (after Valen­tine, by Car­ol Ann Duffy) For Valerie Filtz (not her real name), a stu­dent of Colum­bia Uni­ver­si­ty, who was drugged and date-raped on the eve of Valentine’s Day. The US Depart­ment of […]

After south­ern storms struck Alaba­ma on 27th April, 2011, frag­ments of the vic­tims’ belong­ings – includ­ing count­less pho­tographs –were deposit­ed across Ten­nessee and Geor­gia. Some have been found and returned.   We nev­er forgot […]

  “After com­mu­nion, we sit there a few min­utes and the qui­et is intense. Cough­ing stops, nose-blow­ing stops, throat clearing—it all stops. The silence is pal­pa­ble and is, I believe a real communion.” — […]