WALL-TO-WALL POETRY PART 4

by Sylvia Choleva; photography by Daniel Lekov

Part 4 of Vagabond's series on a project of the embassies of the 27 member-states and the three candidates states of the EU and Turkey in Sofia adopts a wall in the city centre and adorns it with a poem

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DENMARK

Sofia City Gallery, 1 Gurko St

A poet, scientist, designer, mathematician and inventor, Piet Hein (1905 – 1996) is among the most famous Danes, along with Niels Bohr and Karen Blixen. He studied at the Royal Swedish Academy of Fine Arts in Stockholm and philosophy and theoretical physics at the University of Copenhagen. In the 1930s, he began publishing short aphoristic poems which made topical comments in the Politiken daily. Twenty volumes of these poems, called "grooks" and signed with the pseudonym of Kumbell, have been published in Denmark and translated into many different languages. Hein was also a talented designer: he created a harmonic figure, the "superellipse," which is used in furniture and container designs and even in town planning in many countries worldwide. The 3D version of the "superellipse" became a "superegg," which also found practical application – in the design of various board games, anti-stress balls and even drink coolers.

Here is how he explained his working method: "Art is a solution to problems which cannot be formulated clearly before they have been solved." Hein was a universalist who, like the scholars of the Renaissance, successfully combined art and science.

Danmark set fra fremmed land
synes kun en smule sand.
Danmark set med danske blikke
er så stort, du tror det ikke.

Skulle ikke I og vi
mødes i et kompromis?
Danmark er, ved begge godt,
mere stort end det er småt.

 

Denmark seen from a foreign land
looks but like a grain of sand.
Denmark as we Danes conceive it
is so big you won't believe it.

Why not let us compromise
about Denmark's proper size?
Which will truly please us all
since it's greater than it's small.

Translated by Piet Hein

 

BULGARIA

Hristo Botev Construction and Architecture High School, 34 Evlogi Georgiev Blvd

Poetry wall Bulgaria

A poet, journalist, translator and literary critic, but also a revolutionary and thinker, Hristo Botev was born on 6 January 1848 in Kalofer. He studied in Odessa and was a teacher in Bessarabia. Then he returned to his native town for a short time before emmigrating to Romania. There he began to write and translate and worked as a printer and a teacher. He acted in theatre plays and edited the émigré newspapers Duma na balgarskite emigranti, or Words of the Bulgarian Emmigrants, Svoboda, or Liberty, and Nezavisimost, or Independence. Botev published the satirical paper Budilnik, or Alarm Clock; and wrote the Zname, or Banner, and Nova Balgariya, or New Bulgaria, papers.

In 1875, with Stefan Stambolov, he published a book of poetry entitled Songs and Poems. He was the author of only a small number of poems, feuilletons, satirical pieces and prose.

After the beginning of the April Uprising, he organised a cheta, or band, of armed men to help the insurgents, took over the Austrian steamer Radetzky and landed on Bulgarian soil near Kozloduy. The band received no support from the local people and fought some hard battles, in one of which Botev was killed.

Тоз, който падне в бой за свобода,

той не умира

He who falls
while fighting to be free,
can never die.

UK

Serdika metro station

UK poetry wall

Scottish poet and playwright Liz Lochhead was born in 1947, in Lanarkshire. She studied at the Glasgow School of Art and initially wanted to become an artist, not a writer. She taught art at schools in Glasgow and Bristol until she won a Scottish Writers Exchange Fellowship in 1978 and went to Canada for a year, where she wrote her first play. Her first collection of poems, Memo for Spring (1972), as well as Dreaming Frankenstein (1984) have won the Scottish Arts Council Book Award.

She has other accolades too. Her work for the theatre, Perfect Days, a romantic comedy, first performed at the Edinburgh festival in 1998, has resulted in a long-standing interest in this art. Despite the fact that she is not very keen on teaching, she is also a successful lecturer of creative writing. Liz Lochhead lives in Glasgow. In 2001 she visited Bulgaria as a participant in a Bulgarian-Scottish literary festival.

My first is in life (not contained within heart)
My second's in whole but never in part.
My third's in forever, but also in vain.
My last's in ending, why not in pain?
Is ‘love' the answer?

 

HUNGARY

Hungary poetry wall

 

Sveti Sedmochilsenitsi High School, 28 Shishman St

 

The poet Sándor Petőfi is a symbol of Hungarian independence. He was born Alexander Petrovics in 1823, since Serbian and Slovak blood also flowed in his veins. Forced to cut short his education due to his father's bankruptcy, Petőfi held jobs in various theatres in Pest, taught and worked for a newspaper. In 1844 his first book of poetry was published in Pest. Petőfi joined a circle of radical students and intellectuals.

In 1848 he led the Hungarian revolution and continued to write poems and articles. In 1849 he took part in battles against Hapsburg forces and is thought to have died in the fighting. Other hypotheses suggest he was captured and taken to Russia, where he later died. Petőfi's poetry draws inspiration from folklore, while patriotism, love and praise of nature are among his main themes.

Szabadság, Szerelem!
E kettő kell nekem
Szerelmemért föláldozom
Az életet,
Szabadságért föláldozom
Szerelmemet.


(1847)

 

Freedom, Love!
These two I need
For my love
I sacrifice life
For freedom
I sacrifice my love.


(1847)

Translated by Anton Nyerges

Read more Wall-to-Wall poems here (Part 1), here (Part 2), here (Part 3), and here (Part 5).

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