Taufer Veno:
Hamlet 69
each night is a slipping under the surface
listening to the rain as it rots the pile of papers
until in the cup of the morning eternity passes
the sun rises flicks out the razor
your face is wakened by a sliver of metal
you sense the feel of your vein beating
eye hears hand tongue touches time
you rejoice at the life of the razor
your image is mirrored in it
and the world neatly round it
closer to the world’s center you spin
whole worlds on the narrow blade with you
suddenly potent to destroy
what destroying is destroyed.
Veno Taufer
(1933 - ) A poet, essayist, translator who graduated in comparative literature from the University of Ljubljana. Editor of the literary magazine Review 57 (Revija 57) until it was banned in 1959, Taufer was also a manager of the experimental theatre group Oder 57. For many years he worked as a journalist (BBC-London; Ljubljana) before founding and directing the International Literary Festival Vilenica in the early 80's. Taufer's translations of T.S.Eliot, Wallace Stevens and Ted Hughes were met with high acclaim. His poetry represents a linguistic turn in modernist poetry and was, with its cross referenced structure and explorations of linguistic possibilities, a harbinger of postmodernist writing in Slovenian literature. In 1996, Taufer won the Prešeren Prize for lifetime achievement and in 1995 he was awarded a prestigious international Central European Award in Vienna. Taufer has published 14 poetry collections and numerous theatre reviews.By the same author
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