Black Yet Glowing
Black Yet Glowing
A hole in the pocket...
gaze toward the sky,
black, yet glowing.
A hole in the sole,
steps offend
the left foot...
Time has torn the trousers,
and they were "just"
a few years ago, new!
A hole in the back
of a gray jacket...
but those are not
"dangerous" things!
The agony is
a hole in the stomach,
a bone in the throat,
pain in the chest,
they say, that's where the soul is!
Worker...
A hole...
Gaze toward the sky,
black, yet glowing!
Igor Tintor
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Poetry Leads Us Back to Ourselves
Review of the poetry collection "Dislocation" by poet Igor Tintor
"Do not poison your spiritual wells,
if not for yourself, then for the children."
Rev. Vasilije
Sometimes, just one word leads us to a well where a multitude of inspiration awaits, challenging to grasp (much like the water at its source). Young generation poet Igor Tintor skillfully accomplishes this. Wherever he finds himself, he discovers possibilities for new creative achievements.
Therefore, the poet does not waver in exploration and search for new possibilities. After three successful poetic creations, he offers us a fourth book in a very reasonable time, aptly titled "Dislocation." This new collection of poems reveals a poet with a broad heart and a soul open to all human suffering. Simultaneously, in a very evocative and authentic narrative style, the book exposes a rebel against injustice and all deviant phenomena that closely follow us in the "new era."
In contrast to his previous published collections, here Igor Tintor appears with a new perspective. He establishes a critical-ironic relationship with many events brought about by disturbed, or rather "dislocated" times, in a very refined manner.
Devoid of all illusions, misconceptions, and prejudices, Igor Tintor, with wide-open eyes, looks at reality:
"I open my eyes,
remove the cobweb of nightmares.
Swallow the morning dose,
watered with sadness."
—poem "To the Guilty and the Innocent"
Feeling the encroachment of "cobwebs" everywhere, and with an overall sense of gloom, the poet takes up the pen as a witness and dedicates this manuscript selflessly to all those who love truth, freedom, and "those who suffer."
The collection "Dislocation" brings a novelty characterized by avoiding classical clichés, common forms, and pathos. Here, the theme determines the narrative style, predominantly a free and unrhymed verse (except for occasional rhyme).
Although this book is divided into several cycles of poems, it's not difficult to notice that all cycles are equally oriented thematically and motivically towards human problems and existence:
"The last petal of light disappears,
at the execution site
of human selfishness."
—poem "Trampled Beauty"
The poet goes further. He feels called by time to pass judgment on everything around him and to condemn all negative phenomena, which are abundant "around us and within ourselves." The poem "Lifelessness for the Unnecessary" admonishes:
"Factories dead,
families mutilated
......................
Shall we feed
new shoots with air?"
No matter how aware the author is that his verses won't change the world, he cannot help but notice (as M. Rakić would say) the "general and inevitable misery." You must believe that the poet's eye is the most perfect lens:
"They took everything from us!
......................
What will then remain
for our misery
......................
into the ground, into the ground."
—poem "Approaching the Sky"
However, poverty, in the literal sense, is not the only "misery"; misery is the stagnation of the spirit, perverted senses to all that is human. Misery is self-love, greed, envy. Misery is not distinguishing between good and evil. Misery is being indifferent to the hardships the people live in:
"Poverty under the skin
easily slips in."
—poem "Poverty"
I don't know of any poet from the younger generation who, like Igor Tintor, so faithfully portrayed many of our "sufferings" in a Nusic-like manner. No one resists greed, hatred, and inhumanity as strongly as he does:
"No more
warm homely hands,
where strangers
as brothers socialize."
—poem "Upside Down"
Therefore, the poet positions himself as an active observer of human lives and destinies, questioning:
"What drives us to run away from tradition."
In almost all segments of the poet's work, there is a strong emotional charge towards everything that surrounds him. These subjective feelings guide us to objective reality.
Some poems feature a beloved one, but simultaneously, there is a shadow of apprehension that we might lose what we love:
"We could
but we didn't,
we remained alone
each on our side,
of solitude."
—poem "We Could"
The poem "Thank You" is very impressive, clearly confirming that everything valuable is created out of love:
"Unknown people,
yet dear to me,
for that, to you
I can thank, my love."
With his fourth book, Igor Tintor shows us that the poetic word lives within him and actively corresponds with and follows the course of time. Although some poems are satirically intoned and reduced to a "gray city," they are not localized. On the contrary, they express protest against oppression and lawlessness anywhere in the world. This is precisely expressed in Igor's sense for universal values, and this collection undoubtedly deserves great attention. Therefore, I warmly recommend it to the reader.
In conclusion:
I wish poet Igor Tintor a broad path to a wider readership and many new poetic achievements.
Writer, Vasilije Goločevac
January 12, 2010
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