Pavel Srut – Part 2

  A ROCK IN SEPTEMBER (fragments)   The way up and the way down are one and the same –Heraclitus Time present and time...
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Remembering Pavel Srut’s Worm-Eaten Light

It is hard to define the art of bearing witness. All I know is that each time I experience these poems as a reader and translator, I travel along with Pavel to that time before my time in Bohemia – to Pavel and Veronika, his four year old daughter, as they play together in the snow – games that in any other context would be innocent, but in this context, chilling and horrifying.

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