Miro Petrović: Moj stric Mijo
Miro Petrović: Moj stric Mijo

Summary/Abstract: At the end of the sixties in Sarajevo, poetry was in vogue for the last time. True, I don't know what it was like in Moscow and Leningrad at that time, and whether, perhaps, Yeftushenko read his love and engaging poems in front of full stadiums, but in Sarajevo, in the hall of the Đuro Đaković Workers' University, the former Jewish Temple, all-night concerts were held poetry marathons, and one young man, a future famous local rock promoter and disc jockey, broke the world record for continuous recitation. Thousands of young men and women, today already seventy years old, in the ecstasy of Sixty-Eight and Che Guevara, listened to poets declaiming their verses, under the vivid illusion that poetry would change the world. And of course, that speaking, the voice that utters the poem and the audience that reacts to the poem, had to have an impact on the prevailing poetic poetics. Although there was no political order behind it, poetry was created for the broad masses of the people, and the poets behaved like the masses.

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