/ world today news/ What a strange thing poets are… the poet, more precisely… He is supposedly invisible among the anthill, among the population in the fair of vanity, but at an unknown hour he stands in front of others and begins to arrange words… So it’s up. Here is a colleague of mine, until a little while ago I didn’t know who he was, but he handed me a thin book, paying me a silent compliment that his thin songbook is for a person with fine taste… I looked at the cover: Dimitar Genchev. Time to clean up. Chronicles. I read it because the title sharpened my senses. And my old habit – to open the book to a random text – spoke for itself. And I’m on page ten of the poetry book.
The poem “Inferno” has a motto from Jean-Paul Sartre: “Hell is others.” And from the very first verse I understand that we are not at the Tower of Babel: “It is a cruel time, my friend…” Reading this first verse, I felt that we had come to the point. And the poet Dimitar Genchev, whose annotation is on the back of the cover, stood in front of me. And I immediately found out that he was born in the year 52 of the last century in Nova Zagora, that he graduated from the Faculty of Law of Sofia University, that he was a prosecutor… etc. More importantly, he is the author of six poetry books: “Heart Climates”, “Starry Rains”, “Shits in the Fire”, “Embers of Words”, “Shared Worlds” and the latest for now “Time for Purification”. Nice titles… I’m already determined to stick with his “Inferno”, did I say the motto and the first verse? I will stand in the poem as on an island, from which place I will send out the concentric circles of its messages… “It is a cruel time, my friend,” and I approached the poet, and he continued:
They collect shell casings on the boulevards,
and the “Clean” service washes away
the remains of shattered hearts.
Drugged children wander
in a sea of haughty indifference.
There is no need to stop to cover the entire terrain of the poem, the lawyer and poet Dimitar Genchev stood me up in the courtroom of our time, and I wanted to continue reading:
From the Women’s School of Obesnitsi
a rival of a club hangs.
On cut in the basements stink.
The son gutted his mother.
And some ignorant Kocho
in madness you sacrificed the children.
Like a ridiculous question mark
hangs the professor on the swing
and there is no one to write an examination
for killing Love…
And I am amazed by what a Bulgarian poet-prosecutor told me… The poet-prosecutor is one person and they continue to influence the contemporary picture, and I ask myself in which century this happened, but I answer myself: In the twenty-first, in our day, keep reading:
The killers of dreams nimbly
the stained glass windows wear out at sunrise…
What a beautiful poetic image – “dream killers shatter the stained glass windows of the sunrise”. I’m probably skipping something here because…
Channels teem with accomplices,
associates, rivals, shamans,
entertainers, salesmen and tasters,
of pro- and anti-one-dayers.
The surf breaks up the voices.
What Orwellian year are we in?
Doesn’t the nation go crazy
or in the Apocalypse, in herd
fall irretrievably into Hell?
What a large-scale and cruel poem, it is actually the book of the life of the poet Dimitar Genchev, who whispers the finale to me:
April rains, no storks yet!
Did they get the ancient route wrong?
School massacres – in the West.
In the East – a legion of martyrs.
The moment of that Faust – melodrama.
Today, Faust is incurably busy
with the dangerous game of God.
Hope is in a coma today
from the shadows that buried the day.
The last salvation
is the Word.
The collection of poems “Time for Purification” will be presented in the NLS “The Ancient Phaeton” today, July 2, at 6 p.m., and from 9 p.m. – on “PogledTV” television.
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