#miroslav holub

[lillyli-74]

Always just one demon in the attic.

~Miroslav Holub

[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

[whisperthatruns]

The Door

Go and open the door. Maybe outside there’s a tree, or a wood, a garden, or a magic city. Go and open the door. Maybe a dog’s rummaging. Maybe you’ll see a face, or an eye, or the picture of a picture. Go and open the door. If there’s a fog it will clear. Go and open the door. Even if there’s only the darkness ticking, even if there’s only the hollow wind, even if nothing is there, go and open the door. At least there’ll be a draught.

Miroslav Holub (1923--1998), tr. from the Czech by George Theiner, text from Sean Singer’s daily email, The Sharpener

[soleilinfini]

miroslav holub, wings

[mikarchive2]

ALEXANDER THE GREAT Miroslav Holub (tr. by me)

Alexander the Great wept when he learned that there were other worlds in the universe.

Don’t cry. You got that from the heavy infantry, you got that from the empire, you got that from the fourteen carats of intercontinental fame.

Don’t cry. Boys are building a castle with stars on the battlement. Carpenters are building a ship that will float upwards. And one day pearl hunters will surface on the Moon, women will bathe in the Milky Way.

Boys, carpenters, women, today or tomorrow, boys, carpenters, women.

They’re all just ordinary worlds of ordinary lives with nails, shovels, chains, buttons.

Don’t cry. It is enough not to be Great.

[the-final-sentence]

Just grass.

Miroslav Holub, from “Dreams”

[clemsfilmdiary]

War of the Fools / Bláznova kronika (1964, Karel Zeman)

Also known as: The Jester’s Tale / A Jester’s Tale

9/6/22

[ukdamo]

Five minutes after the air raid

Miroslav Holub

In Pilsen,

twenty-six Station Road,

she climbed to the third floor

up stairs which were all that was left

of the whole house,

she opened her door

full on to the sky,

stood gaping over the edge.

For this was the place

the world ended.

Then

she locked up carefully

let someone steal

Sirius

or Aldebaran

from her kitchen,

went back downstairs

and settled herself

to wait

for the house to rise again

and for her husband to rise from the ashes

and for her children’s hands and feet to be stuck back in place.

In the morning they found her

still as stone,

sparrows pecking her hands.

[leonhart-noctem]

Ve y abre la puerta.

Quizás afuera haya un árbol,

Un bosque, un jardín,

Una ciudad mágica.

Ve y abre la puerta.

Quizás haya un perro hurgando.

Quizás veas una cara, o un ojo,

o la imagen de una imagen.

Ve y abre la puerta.

Si hay niebla,

se despejará.

Ve y abre la puerta.

Aunque no haya nada más

que el tictac de la noche,

aunque no haya nada más

que el sordo aire,

aunque no haya nada,

ve y abre la puerta.

Al menos hará viento.

-Miroslav Holub-

[xamenotalento]

Η γη γυρίζει

                  λέει ο μικρός μαθητής

Λάθος η γη γυρίζει ,

                  λέει ο δάσκαλος .

Οι λόφοι πρασινίζουν

                   λέει ο μικρός μαθητής

Λάθος  οι λόφοι πρασινίζουν ,

                  λέει ο δάσκαλος .

Δύο επί δύο κάνουν τέσσερα

                    λέει ο μικρος μαθητής

Λάθος , δύο επί δύο κάνουν τέσσερα ,

                     διορθώνει ο δασκαλος .

Επειδή ο δάσκαλος ξέρει καλύτερα.

[randomrichards]

INVENTION OF DESTRUCTION:

Professor kidnapped

In Jules Verne inspired tale

Stop secret weapon

[storm-macabre]

A Porta

Abre a porta. Talvez haja lá fora uma acácia ou uma floresta ou um jardim, a magia duma cidade.

Abre a porta. Talvez um cão queira entrar. Talvez desponte um rosto um olho ou uma imagem e o seu detalhe.

Abre a porta. Em havendo nevoeiro há-de dissipar-se.

Abre o raio da porta. Mesmo que aí não haja senão a cintilante obscuridade, e que não haja para enxergar mais que um sopro roto, mesmo no meio do nada, abre a porta.

Ah, sentes a brisa, a passar? - Miroslav Holub

[thefungaldiscourses]

Miroslav Holub

[yorkcalling]

New Music: Lettie & David Baron - Fairy Tale

New Music: Lettie & David Baron – Fairy Tale

David Baron is a Woodstock, USA-based producer who we’ve featured on the blog a few times now. He has a passion for collabs, previously teaming up with singer Fiona Glenn and Welsh singer songwriter Donna Lewis (of I Love You Always Forever fame). His latest introduces us to British singer Lettie. It’s called Fairy Tale. (more…)

[soracities]

Just wondering if you have any favourite poems/excerpts or art works/photos about working in the medical field/healthcare? 🩺

Only ones I can think of are "Letter" by Raymond Carver, and Sujata Bhatt's "Between Hearts":

additionally, Miroslav Holub may also be a poet worth checking out since he worked as an immunologist x

[the-final-sentence]

And then he died.

Miroslav Holub, from “Collision”