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Initial Coordinates
Initial Coordinates
Initial Coordinates
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Initial Coordinates

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Initial Coordinates meditates on Monika Herceg's earliest childhood memories in a small rural village near Petrinja in central Croatia as war breaks out in the 1990s. This magical realist novel in verse explores the history of a family through financial hardships and the overall decline of village life. Drawing directly on Slavic mythology, this bold, unforgettable work mimics oral traditions, reflecting the people whose lives helped shape Herceg's voice and perspective, one very much rooted in the resilience of nature's rhythms.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 12, 2022
ISBN9789533514031
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    Initial Coordinates - Monika Herceg

    snake deaths

    (origin)

    early autumn

    the dripping beeches’ souls creak at night

    their rings expanding like ripples on the water

    starting point of the world and the north

    a concentric circle

    cyclamens sense

    somnolence seeping in bolder

    eroding the bulbs

    as it settles on their fertility

    herons move september

    from one side of the lake to the other

    following the sun sliced in reeds

    as loud women are washing the clothes

    knee-deep in ice-cold water

    cracking open like spiny husks of chestnuts

    only one thing left to do

    to plow through the depth of dream once more

    share the remaining light with deer

    who strip their furs before twilight

    to warm the hands of women

    harvest

    grandma goes first and with a dowsing rod

    slender and long

    shakes the trees

    back hurts from lengthy gathering

    we squat then stand and stand

    and squat with sticky fingers

    not seeing

    that the baskets

    covered in the purple skin of summer

    have been pushed to the part of the earth’s orbit

    muffled by the sound of ripening

    unaware of how

    the presence of worms irreversibly eats away

    the seams of september

    from the very moment of the drop everything awaits the boil

    deep barrels will boil

    with purple

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