DUBRAVKO DETONI (b.1937 in Križevci, Croatia) is a composer, pianist and writer.  He was educated in Zagreb, Sienna, Warsaw and Darmstadt, and studied with John  Cage in Paris. He has written more than a hundred musical pieces, theatrical spectacles,  multimedia and performance pieces, books of poetry, essays, commentaries, and radio  and TV programs. As the founder and leader of the ensemble for new sound, ACEZANTEZ,  he has performed around Europe, Asia and America. (passages from various untitled poems, 1977-1982) * I think a wooden voice was dragging me. guardian of nothingness, astray in a drum. * emissary of the next question: blustercallers, the crack, the wall *                  crawling, squatting animals in dreams                                        swollen wings                           my name on a café * (a debate)               unforeseen young enemy like a bubbly part of speech in the consonant army opposite the beautiful vowel gang which sings               in the muscular speed of morning *                                  (Bertolt Brecht)              looking right and left looking right and left not seeing anything really not seeing anything the foggy dolman, the path of black woods establishing a tree a thread of smoke, of evil *             Beauty was passing down the street on one leg. Red-hair curls painted the sky, a certain hidden sign of evil and torment and questioning. * Mrs. Giraud.  Mr. Salabert. Miss Pont.  Trumpets behind ears, enormous saffians. All the signs of the city are climbing to hell. * People    populating    chirping. Which city isn’t underground? *              A frog jumps out.  Cocoroco.  Not even a thousand for one tooth. * Morning squats in the basket. Mister Blue caresses a cane. * a police fly hits the gong. flesh drips from the window. I shout that I have dissipated. * a haystack droolingly gutted, I squat in the herd * a poem is a cluster of horror imprisoned in a pillar *                Timidly covered in clouds I jettisoned that steep word. Till morning, with pierced foreheads, the wedding party stared at the wall. *               I hear you are shrinking, some city replied under the name of winter. How did it let out its melody? Everyone suffers from schedule; indeed, forgetting the flowers. And everyone quietly feasts there (attention, correction). They kicked her out, you understand. (laughs). Well, it’s finished. *                Finally, take that small gadget! It is expensive and loves us. It represents you among the stars. For a long time minerals have been saying that it explodes a certain link to the past (crumblesrollsbuzzes.) No, take that little gadget! It’s not suitable as a return-gift and it loves you.                                                   Rating: infinity.