Lu Andreas

“Gently stroke your books, dear stranger, and remember they are dust.”
― Miljenko Jergović, Sarajevo Marlboro

“Razmišljam i ja ponekad o svom poreklu, naravno, ali pritom ne vidim bogomolje, simbole, ni šarene pantljike folklora kojima se kite konji Pripadnosti... (...)
Razmišljam i ja ponekad o svom poreklu, naravno, ali naše Porodično Stablo vidim samo kao mladicu na obodu Velike Šume...
Zamrznem tako likove na tajnoj večeri u bezimenoj podkarpatskoj gostionici, Sluge i Gospodare, Silne i Prepadnute, Lukave, Priglupe, Sretne...
I mislim: koji je moj? Čiji sam ja to? Na talasima čije krvi penušaju mehurići moje embrionske duše, i u čijim se venama, a da grešan ni ne sluti, koprcaju kao punoglavci moja čula i tkiva, moj fosforni skelet, i usplahireno jato mladeža?
Ali ne brinem puno o tome da li je Taj bio Srbin, Tatarin, Kozak?
Ni da li se krstio, klanjao, pisao s leva na desno?
Ne...
Brinem jedino da nije bio podlac?
Palikuća?
Bratoubica?
Ili je neko ko je sekao srce na kriške, da bude za sve...
Neko kog su uvek pitali kad o čemu treba presuditi...
I neko kome se i Bog obradovao kao dragom rođaku...
Kada mu je umoran zakucao na Nebo...”
― Đorđe Balašević

“A line is a fuse
that's lit.
The line smolders,
the rhyme explodes—
and by a stanza
a city
is blown to bits.”
― Vladimir Mayakovsky

“It is a mistake to talk about the artist looking for his subject. In fact, the subject grows within him like a fruit and begins to demand expression. It is like childbirth. The poet has nothing to be proud of. He is not master of the situation, but a servant. Creative work is his only possible form of existence, and his every work is like a deed he has no power to annul. For him to be aware that the sequence of such deeds is due and ripe, that it lies in the very nature of things, he has to have faith in the idea; for only faith interlocks the system of images for which read system of life.”
― Andrei Tarkovsky