{"id":311,"date":"2003-10-29T15:09:08","date_gmt":"2003-10-29T23:09:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/blogs\/?p=311"},"modified":"2003-10-29T15:09:08","modified_gmt":"2003-10-29T23:09:08","slug":"106746894859503474","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/106746894859503474\/","title":{"rendered":"106746894859503474"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/kosovel.jpg?w=620&#038;ssl=1\"><br \/>\nSrecko Kosovel 1904-1926<br \/>\nPicture from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.niagara.com\/~jezovnik\/slovenian_literature.htm\">Carantha<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Poets you&#8217;ve never heard of:  <a href=\"http:\/\/slovenia.poetryinternational.org\/cwolk\/view\/18507\">Srecko Kosovel<\/a>.<\/p>\n<div>Sre\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdko Kosovel is the Slovenian Rimbaud, the strongest and the strangest poetical energy of the Slovenian people, a visionary and a contemporary to every reader in every time. Born in 1904, he died in 1926 at the age of 22, but his work is strong, deep and finished as if he had written and lived for a long, long time. Each nation has a &#8220;miracle&#8221; in its literary history: Kosovel is definitely the most interesting Slovenian poetical icon. <\/div>\n<p>Here is <a href=\"http:\/\/slovenia.poetryinternational.org\/cwolk\/view\/18730\">An Autumn Landscape<\/a> by Srecko Kosovel from an excellent collection of <a href=\"http:\/\/slovenia.poetryinternational.org\/cwolk\/view\/18498\">Slovenian poetry translations online<\/a>.   <\/p>\n<div><strong>An Autumn Landscape <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The sun is autumn calm<br \/>\nas though in mourning;<br \/>\nbehind the slender cypress trees<br \/>\nbehind the white wall of the graveyard. \u00ef\u00bf\u00bd<\/p>\n<p>The grass all red in the sun. \u00ef\u00bf\u00bd<br \/>\nDo you wear the clogs of dogma?<br \/>\nA bicycle abandoned on an autumn road.<br \/>\nYou ride through a dying landscape.<\/p>\n<p>A staid man walks the field,<br \/>\nhe is as cold as autumn,<br \/>\nhe is as sad as autumn.<br \/>\nFaith in humanity.<br \/>\nTo me it is a sacred thought.<br \/>\nA speechless silence is like sorrow.<br \/>\nI am no longer sad<br \/>\nfor I do not think of myself.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Many more Kosovel poems at <a href=\"http:\/\/slovenia.poetryinternational.org\/cwolk\/view\/18507\">Poetry International Web<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Srecko Kosovel 1904-1926 Picture from Carantha Poets you&#8217;ve never heard of: Srecko Kosovel. Sre\u00ef\u00bf\u00bdko Kosovel is the Slovenian Rimbaud, the strongest and the strangest poetical energy of the Slovenian people, a visionary and a contemporary to every reader in every time. Born in 1904, he died in 1926 at the age of 22, but his work is strong, deep and finished as if he had written and lived for a long, long time. Each nation has a &#8220;miracle&#8221; in its literary history: Kosovel is definitely the most interesting Slovenian poetical icon. Here is An Autumn Landscape by Srecko Kosovel from &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-311","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/piBp1-51","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=311"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=311"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=311"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}