{"id":3051,"date":"2018-11-22T19:46:43","date_gmt":"2018-11-22T19:46:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=878"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:15:34","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:15:34","slug":"sasho-ognenovski-macedonia-2-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/sasho-ognenovski-macedonia-2-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Sasho OGNENOVSKI, Macedonia"},"content":{"rendered":"

SASHO<\/strong> OGNENOVSKI<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sasho Ognenovski, Ph.D (1964) is Macedonian writer, actor, director and scientist. Born and raised in Macedonia he earned his BA in Acting on 1987, being creative in almost hundred roles in his native city Bitola and on the stages in Sofia, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Wroclaw, Grenoble, Belgrade, Ljubljana, Zagreb, Sarajevo, Melbourne, Sydney etc. On 2002 he earned his MA in Communications building his carreer as a scientist and educator too. His creative list includes four poetry books (Avalanche, 1995; The Fruits of Hell, 2014; Desert flower, 2015m, Forrest, 2018), <\/span>two books of children plays (A Simple Tale, 2001; The Magic Compass, 2011)<\/span> and two plays for adults (Grief, 2012; Citadel, 2016)<\/span> and also papers in the field of Communications, Semiotic, Multiculturalism, Theater printed in various journals and presented in the conferences around the world. \u00a0His latest play Citadel <\/span>was published on English language by Lulu Publishing House from Northern Carolina, USA, and his children plays The Magic Compass <\/span>has been published on Serbian language by Alma Publishing house from Belgrade. He\u2019s also writing reviews, essays and columns for Macedonian, Serbian and European magazines and internet portals. Attended in a lot of conferences for Media, Communication and Multiculturalism in Gothenburg, Sofia, London, Oslo, Milano etc.<\/p>\n

Sasho<\/span><\/span> Ognenovski<\/span><\/span>, Macedonia<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

SECRET<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Somebody ate this morning too\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Dry utterances of tenderness<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Are merging in the breath of <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The new sun\u2019s flick.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know where the sunshine had hidden.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The linden trees are whispering to each other<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

While the morning is crying, and the yellow<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Circle <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Is rising on its zenith, on his <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span><\/span>Throne.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

They are playing with the shine in<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/span>My eyes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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I will never find the sunshine.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Sasho<\/span><\/span> Ognenovski<\/span><\/span>, Macedonia<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

LIVID POST<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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It is a general feeling:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Everybody is crying, but do not know why.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Nobody is <\/span><\/span>considering \u00a0about<\/span><\/span> anything<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

All looks are livid, lachrymose\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone is a livid post.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sasho<\/span><\/span> Ognenovski<\/span><\/span>, Macedonia<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

REMEMBERING<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Olive tree by the lake,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

house<\/span><\/span> of stone on the cloud,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

someone<\/span><\/span> crying on the threshold,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

someone<\/span><\/span> eating bitter olives.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sky turns red, torn by a spit of flame.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The house is burning, the cloud is gone.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Holes in our eyes,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

empty<\/span><\/span> space.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sasho<\/span><\/span> Ognenovski<\/span><\/span>, Macedonia<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

WATER<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How <\/span><\/span>was it<\/span><\/span> before the fury came?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Quiet, with five letters,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

limpid<\/span><\/span>, cold, then warm,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

fast<\/span><\/span> water \u2013<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

as<\/span><\/span> flash of thought.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now it is bitter,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

overflowing<\/span><\/span> its banks,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

one<\/span><\/span> day it will flood everything.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What should we do then?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Would the twilight,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

which<\/span><\/span> we look at every day,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

give<\/span><\/span> us to drink?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sasho<\/span><\/span> Ognenovski<\/span><\/span>, Macedonia<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

WHERE GRIEF BEGINS<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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At the place where grief is born <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the<\/span><\/span> heart spreads open a fan of the passions. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A fleeting glance <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

exchanged<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> we, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

messengers<\/span><\/span> of our bodies, naked, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

play<\/span><\/span> together, tongue to tongue <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

and<\/span><\/span> are glad. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

(At least we appear to be.) <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That place <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

is<\/span><\/span> no place for tears, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

where<\/span><\/span> grief begins.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Sasho<\/span><\/span> Ognenovski<\/span><\/span>, Macedonia<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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SAD POEM<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Sad old woman with a black bundle <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

carrying<\/span><\/span> something black –<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

net<\/span><\/span> in the isinglass eye of a fish. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Love in the hide-and-seek soul, <\/span><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Sad kiss, sad morning, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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