treetops, trembling
April 2017
Our contributor Viktorija Bogdanova recently started her PhD research in Ljubljana. Hereby, one of her poem-drawings, telling about the city.
In Ljubograd,
built most perturbedly
is the love among the birds.
They beautify the invisible
in each rising sun,
because they have a home,
otherworldly preserved,
organically untouched.
Here, sublimity is being created
by every chanting being
who is pierced by northern rays,
up, above the human breasts,
above their intermingled
shells and heartlands.
The contemplation
towards the pedestrian silences,
towards the human scales
and carnal placements,
creates peace,
-spontaneously, unobtrusively.
Concordance is being born
through the water touch;
the sublime
-through the unearthly poem.
Quivering pieces of translucent light
are floating in the river as
tranquil disorders of the cityness;
with the same precarious instantaneity
-piano keys are howling through windows
of schools musical and schools inner,
and so are the clouds-lively intertwined with heavenly silence,
and so are the birds-inhabited in everything above-grounded,
weak, frail, quiet, fragilely alive, waywardly truthful.
Treetop-city, it’s the name of this air
inhaled through each part of the self,
treetop-of clouds, of waters, of mountains,
treetop in verticalities settled,
treetop-awakened kindliness,
wakeful through winds, wakeful through silences,
adept in decently homeless dwelling…
Here, the city is not readable through walls and windows,
but through gates, treetops and chimneys!
Because the silence is being concieved in the entrance,
in the ascent and evaporation,
in the abandonment, displacement and re-creation.
Here, the chimneys are converging verticalities,
but the wind continiously returns them to solitude.
Treetops are chanting for the attics,
but deaf are the winged inhabitants
-trapped by the habit
they bury their wings below commodity.
Thus, loneliness reaches melancholy
even when the treetop exhorts
through chanting, most joyfully.
And even in cruelest winter,
when the snow revelry
is being erased in the name of patency,
only treetops bear witness to this joy,
filled by naturalness,
filled by bleach,
filled by embroidered stories
in weightlessness.
Their trembling presence
preserves and embraces
the snow as well as the sun,
it builds the urban breathing
and the urban corporeality.
Ljubljana, 20.2.2017