I am about to finish reading this wonderful collection. Reading it slowly. I am sure it will not defraud me with its last offerings. So far, it’s been another emotional rollercoaster. Luzajic has done it again. After PRETTY TIME MACHINE I thought it couldn’t get any better. But here they come, fast and furious. From ‘slightly borrowed’ words from Vincent van Gogh, “I am doing my best / I long to make / beautiful things” to the ‘Ghost World’ of Svetlana, “Strange tongues sound familiar, and the worn volumes of Gogol and Chekhov take on an aura. You will not forget again these things now marking you. You will be remade, and you do not have any say in this.”
From ‘proper’ poems to what some call ‘prose poems’ – it’s all there, the form is unimportant.
There is always love, pain, poetry and magic. Whether in ‘Gipsy Bisque’: “You showed me how to make gypsy soup: it was nothing but flour and tomatoes, with a lot of paprika and a little bit of bacon or butter. You’ll never go hungry, you said, stirring Serbia tenderly with a long wooden spoon. We added cashews, and cracked black pepper, poetic license.” or ‘Crossing the River Jordan’: “She had walked like me / to the edge of / that river, and then held back.” Luzajic allows her deepest self to shine through and to be utterly vulnerable.
As she says in ‘The Broken World’: “It doesn’t matter: / every time you / break my heart, / I will grow another one”