Showing posts with label Sarajevo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarajevo. Show all posts

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Art After Srebrenica


ENG 201
30 August 2010


Art After Srebrenica


     Theodor Adorno is often paraphrased in misquote as stating that no poetry should be produced after Auschwitz. The actual quote stems from an essay Adorno published in 1955, the relative translated extract stating, “to write a poem after Auschwitz is barbaric” (in its original form: “nach Auschwitz ein Gedicht zu schreiben, ist barbarisch”). Recently, this reference was cited in the midst of my own research into the genocide and war which occurred in Bosnia between 1992-1996. The reference came after I visited the memorial in Potočari for the victims of the Srebrenica Massacre, and met with film director Danis Tanović at a café in Sarajevo. “I don’t know what you want to say about [Bosnia],” the director told me, “If there can be no poetry after the Holocaust, there can be no art of any kind after Sarajevo.”

    My research is in the field of Literature. My subject this semester’s series of papers will involve genocide in Bosnia, particularly that which took place in Srebrenica. This topic is highly controversial, even to the debate of whether a massacre took place there and, if it did, does what happened actually constitute a “genocide”? Those questions are better left asked by a longer and more complex thesis than this series, as my argument will specifically address the Adorno quote as it was referenced by Tanović: is it barbaric to create art after genocide?
 

    The irony of Mr. Tanović’s sardonic allusion is that there has been poetry after Auschwitz and art after Sarajevo; he himself is the creator of some. Historically, art has always followed tragedy. This can be found in the epic poetry of the Ancient Greeks and recounted in Hebrew victory songs in the Tanakh. This sort of art and literature becomes as vitally important as any political or historical documentation of events which transpired. Recording stories in oral tradition, verse, music, written narrative, or image is a way in which deeper connective meaning can be understood.

    Such understanding came into my own experience when I walked through the rows of white obelisks at the memorial cemetery in Potočari and listened to the screaming silence that has shrouded that area for the past 15 years. The dead no longer have voices with which to tell their stories. It must be the living then, those who have ears to hear the stories unspoken, who must pass along the poetry of the dead; the art of slaughtered.

    One aspect, one need, of art and poetry is to shape what is senseless into some temporary comprehensive form. Since the world we experience rarely makes sense, we create texts to offer reason and examination, to formulate some understanding about the way we view the world, especially when it seems to have no immediate meaning. An ubiquitous question asked following a tragedy is why?

    What happened in Sarajevo between 1992 and 1996—and Srebrenica in July, 1995—staggers belief. As the twentieth century came to a close, a modern European capital became the site of the longest military siege in modern history while the rest of the world sat idly by and watched it take place. In Srebrenica, the United Nations, under the promise of protecting refugees, instead conspicuously assisted the aggressors and became complicit in their slaughter.

    But all of this perspective is purely subjective. The question of the semester’s topic is not does art exist after a genocide?—for it is plainly clear and easily evidenced that it indeed does. Instead, the argument question I purpose is the debate of is it barbaric to create art in the wake of a genocide? Barbaric, in this context, should be taken to mean culturally offensive and/or dispassionate rather than excessively violent. This latter question then is one which has far more fertile ground in which to dig to seek out the opinions of the dead.



Works Cited


Adorno, Theodor. “Kulturkritik und Gesellschaft.” Prismen, vol. 10A, 1955: pg. 30.

Tanović, Danis. Personal interview. 25 June 2010.


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Friday, March 5, 2010

The Tourist

Mosaic of leftovers.


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(4th draft)


CRW 315 - Lyric Essay
January 21, 2009


The Mythic Tourist
Holiday Inn, Sarajevo, June 1993


—Sarajevo is a city in the mythic land of Jugoslavia.

—No one thinks much about Sarajevo
until some damn fool steps out from a café and shoots an archduke.

—Sarajevo is culturally and religiously progressive:
Muslim men drink in the same pub as women.

—Sarajevo is in the unfortunate younger child,
stuck between two bickering siblings.

—Karl Marx wrote that Sarajevo is littered with ethnic trash.

—In Sarajevo, the question,
where are you from?
holds dire consequence.

—Neighbors ask it from the other side of a fence.

—A century after Marx, General Mladić hopes to cleanse that trash.

—In Sarajevo, there is a game called Bosnian Roulette.
It involves dodging sniper bullets to reach a water spigot.
Some days, the spigot even works.

—Winners receive a drink of water.

—Everyone who plays Bosnian Roulette is undefeated.

—The only flight service to Sarajevo is Maybe Airlines;
maybe it will fly in today;
maybe it will be on time;
maybe it will be shot down.
Maybe you'll get back out again.

—Sarajevo produces more history than it can consume. [Winston Churchill]

—History not being very nutritious,
Sarajevans grow hungry for for bread and water.

—Sarajevan is damn silly; just ask Otto and the Hapsburgs.

—Sarajevo is protected by UNPROFOR—
—a magical alliance of disinterested warriors.

—The UNPROFOR guards look like Smurfs,
wearing powder blue helmets and driving shiny white trucks.

—The little Smurfs eat lunches of potted shrimp and foie gras,
with a desert of fresh-baked sweetbreads.
Hungry Sarajevans decline invitations to eat the leftovers;
it is summertime, and they need to watch their figures
in case they have a chance to go to the beach.

—Facing Mecca,
Muslim men and women raise their glasses together
while the snipers in the hills
prepare another round.

—Thank you for choosing Maybe Airlines.

—His desk out of range, Papa Smurf has little interest in Sarajevo.

—Advertisement Slogans for Sarajevean Tourism:
Come to Sunny Sarajevo! See our Public Gallows Museum!
Visit Our No-Vacancy Graveyards & 24-hour Atrocity Exhibit!

—Rose bouquets explode across concrete sidewalks.
Thorny bodies get bunched by the dozen.

—In the empty bread market,
Sarajevans smile at the UNPROFOR and think,
How lucky we are to be guarded by Smurfs.


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