A View from London

Photo by Susan Curtis


Susan Curtis is a writer and translator from Serbian/Croatian/Bosnian/Montenegrin. She is also the founding editor of Istros Books, a publishing house which specialises in translated work from the Balkans and south-east Europe. I’ve complained so often about the lack of translated literature into English and then Susan creates Istros Books, what a godsend! You can find out why I’ve enjoyed these books from a sample couple of reviews I’ve written – of Alma Lazarevska’s Death in the Museum of Modern Art and Life Begins on Friday by Ioana Pârvulescu. For a full list of their titles you can visit the Istros website.
Susan has lived in various parts of Europe, including Slovenia, Croatia and Italy, and now lives in London, which is the setting for her poem.


Lockdown London
(with thanks to Blake)

As silent as Christmas Day,
the flag poles on Regent Street
rattling in their brackets,
the furling and unfurling of wings
as birds reclaim the skies
and the black asphalt laid bare,
revealing undulations of the land beneath;
the fields and hills and earth that once
meant home. Freed now of the static
of traffic that scatters our vision,
our horizon has been restored.
While the tiger in the zoo,
still silent in his symmetry,
surveys the fearful passersby,
caged by their own uncertainty
and the dread hammer of wild
time, unchained. 



Comments

am said…
Thank you so much for sharing Susan Curtis' evocative poem and photo.

Here on May 8, a cougar in his symmetry, perched in a tree, was noted to be surveying the masked and unmasked people and dogs as they walked in the woods in my neighborhood.
dritanje said…
How lovely to see the cougar people-watching. There have been lovely stories about animals, as - a goose who has made a nest in York train station and how the employees there are looking out for her and waiting for the goslings to appear and then they'll make sure they can all safely make their way to the nearby river.
Unknown said…
Balkans. So rich, so wonderful. So damned and raw and miserable. Grotesque. You can leave Balkan behind, but it stays within.
So good to have people like Susan, able to "translate" a scent of the Balkan sould to the "West"