Love inside the walls of conformity
Should poetry and art be confined by a firm set of rules? Or should it be left to follow whatever one’s heart desires? It’s an age-old question, a standard that changes with each new movement. Creating new ones and forcing the rest to abide by them, which leads to a new group of artists (poets in this matter) breaking the rules and crafting something different.
Serbian literature is, to say the least, a mess. The artistic movements don’t align with the rest of Europe due to the Ottoman occupation that lasted for numerous centuries; movements such as baroque, classicism and renaissance were never present. This by no means implies that there were no creations during that time, only that they aren’t so easily positioned within the rest of the European literary flow.
After gaining independence (Congress of Berlin, 1878) the country begins to move forward with the rest of Europe. Then comes modernism and soon enough a need to make a concrete literary canon of what poems should be remembered and which ones should be discarded and forever pushed away.
So “Anthology of Modern Serbian Lyric” is born.
Published in 1911 and written by literary critic Bogdan Popović, it is the first attempt to set standards and rules by which a poet should abide by for their poem to be considered art. In the prologue he states that a good poem needs to: have emotion, has to be clear (in its message) and has to be aesthetically pleasing (in its composition) through the entire length. By these firm rules, some writers who are considered classics do not appear in the anthology due to Popović thinking their material is crude or improper.
In the same year, critic Jovan Skerlić, publishes “Fake modernism in Serbian literature” where he harshly criticises (even insults) two important poets, Vladimir Petković Dis and Sima Pandurović. He claims they’re brash, decadent liars. He goes as far as calling Dis Satan. It is quite a fiery essay.
Most importantly, he judges the two for going against the rules. For daring to write about the unwritable and presenting life in a different light. Saying how they don’t actually understand what they are writing about. That they do not feel what their poems tell.
In short, he calls them poseurs for not abiding by the made-up rules.
Love is a common topic throughout art. Not at all surprising, considering that the emotion is ingrained in our very being.
Now, what if instead of a wonderful confession or natural description that talk of love through metaphors, we are put into the shoes of a couple in a mental hospital? Who walk through the garden, oblivious to the outside world watching them, judging and scoffing at their happiness, as if it’s a sin?
That is the theme of ‘Celebration’ (Serbian: ‘Svetkovina’) by Sima Pandurović.
The very title, celebration, hints at its controversial theme. The couple is described as out of their minds, celebrating their detachment from the world and sinking into the claws of their own supposed delusions. On the other hand, there is the rational world, observing, not understanding how two lost minds could possibly find happiness. By the end of the poem, the couple continues walking blissfully as the world sheds a tear, realising that the bliss the couple feels is far from their reach.
To understand why the outside world, in better words, society, can’t experience or begin to comprehend their bond, we must understand how the material world affects our ideas and expectations of love.
In the hospital, the subject experiences full spiritual freedom. It is described that the judgment and hardships of society are what brought them there.
Written by
Dalija Konstantinović
“…Because we have long ago, dear – right?
Ripped the thread that holds us
To the space, time, tones and colour.
The chains of life that bind and choke us…”
(trans. Dalija Konstantinović)
In the garden, they are free. There is nothing that holds them back from reaching a new spiritual level. By refusing the state and rules of the world, they come to a higher state of being, returning to a primal, true love. There are no expectations that come from their love, no transaction or bitterness. It is true and limitless. They don’t view themselves as machines or try to justify their worth in the boxes that society has set for them.
They reach peace. Why can’t the eyes of the world understand that? Why do they judge when in secrecy they yearn for the same? We judge what we cannot understand. We don’t like it when people go outside the bounds of what we deem normal, when they behave in ways we don’t expect.
They want the couple to suffer because that’s what’s expected of them. To be outcasts is the biggest sin, and to enjoy it is perceived as something unholy. That is their punishment for being different.
It is a trap many find themselves in. We think that society is a gift, and anyone who doesn’t get to participate is at a disadvantage. Rarely do people understand that when you discard the many and different, another form begins to be born. A community that doesn’t need lies or trickery to remain alive.
“…That horrible life,
Where familiars, family remains,
Our innocence knows nothing of the world;
Wine of life, the core of theirs
is missing, and their head is in the way…”
(trans. Dalija Konstantinović)
N.B: Familiars as in close ones, not the supernatural entity.
The couple rejects society back, which is the ultimate sin. Rejection is an insult. Instead of having the pleasure of saying no and gaining the high ground the balance is shifted and they (the world) are the ones who are left to wallow in shame. Once we let go of the shame ingrained in us we can begin to be truly free.
What is interesting is that at the end a mutual understanding is met. The ‘eyes’ of the world tear up silently at the sight. They understand that in truth they are the ones who are limited.
Let us go back and connect.
Jovan Skerlić fiercely judged Pandurović for being unconventional. Not fitting the norm and writing what he claims that he doesn’t believe in or understand. But perhaps that criticism comes from Skerlić’s own inability to comprehend the topics Pandurović writes about. Jovan Skerlić in many ways is the outside world presented. So as Pandurović and Dis live on in the hearts of many, remembering their poems and living on their legacy as the ancestors of the avant-garde, Jovan Skerlić is bitter and strict, raging on in his works forever.
Dalija Konstantinović
A young person who indulges in creation. Fond of cats, comics and everything red.