Quotes by Dejan Stojanovic

Names do not write poems nor do they create work.

Anyone who writes can be called a writer because they write.

Those who would like to become writers attend courses on writing poetry and prose and analyze their own work and that of other writers in development. Teachers teach them that talent is not required and that anyone, who wants to be a writer, can do it if they only master the technique of writing and master the formulas of the genre that they choose. With a little brain storming ideas written on cards, as well as designs and plans on the table, one can even write a novel in a month. There is no secret; the whole secret is in the technique, a little research, and the rest is solved by form, according to a formula, in which it is all nicely wrapped up and packaged. And so, a bestseller is born.

What are all these writers fighting for? For their own victory or for the victory of their profession?

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

A poem does not radiate from the name, but the name emanates from the poem.

The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.

In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound.

An unrewarded value is more valuable than a reward with no value.

Knowing how to dream is more important than the story, because the story tells itself.

The length of novels, poems and stories, is measured by the number of missing words; a thousand pages become one, one becomes a thousand.

A well paid word deceives them. And what kind of a word is a word that has a price, high or low, which is adjusted to the price of fame, and how, long ago, when it was little appreciated, was it more valuable than it is today with a big price?

Everything passes through the eyes of top bureaucrats who closely watch to ensure that no intruder can enter their ranks and disrupt the order and arrangement of values in which everything is predetermined and where everyone knows their place, everyone’s potential, talent and position in history.

They forget that love is not a science but an inherent state of mind; they forget that sex is practiced by animals without textbooks and that it is not such a secret that requires a complete science, courses and special training. And so impotent, with artificial stars on the ceilings of their rooms, they become the main teachers on the way to the stars.

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

Names sound nice because no one peeks behind the cover to see the sad face of a poem crying for meaning, while the name of the creator proudly smiles from the title.

A poem is its own name and cover.

Good is not always good.

The purpose of life is life.

There are those who speak and those who dream.