Audio recording “Freedom Throws The Prescribed Tomorrow Down The Mountain” is a collaborative work of Ana Seferović, a poet and Jovana Backović. This is a part of their ongoing project “Introduction into the night rituals”, that gathers local stories and family mythologies about women of South-East Serbia. Both Jovana and Ana are born in Belgrade and living in London. This poem is from Ana’s poetry collection Materina and is read by Ana.
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Ana Seferovic - Freedom Throws The Prescribed Tomorrow Down The Mountain
The smell of autumn leaves -
Decomposing, melting
Walnuts and pears -
Ripening, falling
Smoke -
Branches, plastic, burning
Coal, wood sold by meter -
It is here, we have it, it is good
The birds are flying back to the South -
Constellations are gliding
Her mother came back from the mountain, smelling of wet wool, of animals and herbs
She brought a story of a woman, that lived there, not so long ago -
She threw 11 of her newborn children down the cliff -
They said, they were counting
She had many lovers -
They said they were watching
She wanted to keep it a secret -
They said they were sure of it
( I can hear them breathing through the walls
They have shiny teeth, sharp eyes )
But her mother thought that she simply didn’t want to have any more children
Sleeping with your husband was just another obligation to go through during the day
And now that forest is haunted by the ghosts of her children. And everybody knows that unchristened, dead children turn into noisy forest demons
A man killed a wild boar, an alpha male, that belonged to the forest - and that which belongs to the forest, that is forbidden. The demons got angry
Now, just two months after the kill, the hunter is dying of a fast developing cancer
His body is turning into wild meat
Untamed
Uncontrollable meat
His body turning into a demon that devoured him at the end
And of course it was a woman’s fault. A dead woman’s fault, that is
Everybody knows that women turn men’s bodies into wild uncontrollable meat
They found his freezer bleeding with boar’s blood, there was an unexplained power cut
The wild rotting blood was spreading on the carpet, smelling sweet and sickly - like a baby
Nobody tasted not a bite of that game
It is that time of the year, the month of slaughtering domestic animals. The animals are always given the same name. New animal, old name
The name lives, the animal dies
Every year, every moment, the mechanism is replacing its parts. Everywhere is the same. Only there, this is rather more obvious
Jovana Backovic is Serbian born composer and performance artist based in London, U.K. She composes music that spans from electroacoustic/sonic art to music for theatre and film, as well as performing under the name ArHai ( duo with Adrian Lever ).
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