Uroš Kotlajić

Pesma Uroša Kotlajića, vlastimil lejsek: mozart on the moon je objavljena u prvom broju elektronskog časopisa Kult, u septembru 2008. godine. Kako je časopis Kult ugašen posle izlaska drugog broja i kako je materijal objavljen u prva dva broja danas nedostupan na internetu zbog gašenja web stranice, blog Jurodivi objavljuje ponovo pesmu Uroša Kotlajića. Pesmu sam preveo na engleski jezik, pa prilažem i njen prevod. U sređivanju nekih detalja prevoda pomogla mi je prevoditeljka Ivana Maksić.

Vladimir Stojnić



vlastimil lejsek: mozart on the moon


sve se odigrava prebrzo ispred tvojih očiju

dok sam provodio vreme na selu pisao sam o cvetanju drveća

boja jezera, boja tacni na terasi (sa kapljicama)
boja njegovih butina
klizač na ledu, krava puna
muzike

sve se odigrava prebrzo ispred tvojih očiju
dok sebi šapućeš slova
kraj uveta
dok listovi palme klonu pod teretom mesečine

klizač završava svoje godine

jezero je tamno, i iznad njega upravo se
pojavljuje mesec

gledamo te, klizaču

crne i bele, ivice mermera sa
kojih poskakuje noseći note pod miškom & cvetove

kada ćeš se opredeliti za poziciju?
on je sam, na jezeru
sijalice osvetljavaju njegove ivice

kada ćeš se opredeliti (za odlazak)
sve se završava i ništa ne počinje

ležao sam na razmeštenon kauču u
zapadnoj strani kuće i sunce je dodirivalo moje stranice

ja sam sve
(to što sam dodirivao)

jedno napuštanje svega možda će biti apsolutno
kao što je moj doživljaj slova apsolutan
kao što je moj doživljaj praznih oblika apsolutan

on kliza (pleše) na zaleđenom jezeru obasjanom mesečinom



vlastimil lejsek: mozart on the moon


everything happens too fast in front of your eyes

while spending my time in the countryside I wrote about blossoming of the trees

the colour of the lake, the colour of the saucers on the terrace (with drops)
the colour of his thighs
a skater on the ice, a cow full of
music

everything happens too fast in front of your eyes
while you are whispering letter sounds to yourself
next to your ear
while palm leaves droop under the burden of moonlight

skater is ending his years

the lake is dark, and right now
the moon is rising above it

we are watching you, skater

black and white, edges of the marble from
which he bounces carrying the sheets of music notes under his armpit & flowers

when will you opt for a position?
he is alone, on the lake
the lamps illuminate his edges

when will you opt (for a departure)
everything ends and nothing begins

I was lying on a made couch in the
west side of the house and the sun was touching my pages

I am everything
(that I’ve touched)

maybe a single abandoning of everything will be absolute
as my experience of letters is absolute
as my experience of empty forms is absolute

he skates (dances) on the frozen lake illuminated by moonlight


Uroš Kotlajić (1982)

translated by Vladimir Stojnić