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
astray in a drum.
emissary of the next question:
blustercallers, the crack, the wall
crawling, squatting animals in dreams
my name on a café
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
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
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.