The bed does not fit anymore, every morning another sock goes missing and the friends had long been dead, only you apparently “hadn’t earned a shorter dying”. Near to the otherworld, the most recent poems of Miodrag Pavlović, the doyen of Serbian literature, speak of pressing questions of this world. With powerful images, he gets to the heart of the existential and comical situations in life of a (ageing) person and looks with wisdom and subtle humour on the mysteries of heaven and earth.
The bilingual book of poems Die sogenannten Toten [The So-Called Dead] by Miodrag Pavlović (excerpt) has been published by Edition Korrespondenzen, Vienna. The translation from Serbian has been made by Peter Urban.