Journal of Literature,
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When discussing art, regardless of its form, expression, context, genre or any other classifying or defining feature, one of the key issues that constantly emerges as a thing of relevance is its connection to real life, its meaning to our everyday existence, together with its impact on historical, current, and sometimes even future social and cultural aspects of our lives. Within this context the idea of subversion comes to art almost naturally. By constantly reinventing itself, by expanding various social boundaries, which are in fact self-imposed limitations, art (un)successfully subverts everything that stands in its path, creating different approaches to established routines and perceptions, or even completely breaking down all of the traditional notions surrounding a particular segment or phenomena present in society.
Art has always held an ambiguous position in human society: on the one hand it has been exploited for promotional use and revered as a stand-in for the entity it represents; on the other hand, its ability to question dogmatic authorities by appealing to an individual's... ![]()
In his essay on Australian poetry of the early twentieth century, Nicholas Birns claims that the poetry of the given period was not at the time fully appreciated in the rest of the world, and that metropolitan centres placed low esteem on Australian poetic... ![]()
Kada se govori o umjetnosti real-socijalističkih režima u Europi, odnosno umjetnosti onih društava u kojima je umjetnost, a s njom i šire područje kulture, onaj prostor u kojem se jače nego obično kanaliziraju politički i drugi društveni konflikti i sukobi... ![]()
You can close your eyes but you can't close your ears.
In the darkness, I keep hearing the screams. I don't know who's screaming. I squeeze my eyes tighter and realize that I'm the one who's screaming. In the darkness, there is no hate. There's a strange smell and it isn't me. In another time and a ![]()
Znala je da je još netko u sobi. Nije bilo nikakvog zvuka, samo nagovještaj, slabo premještanje zraka. Neko je vrijeme bila sama, sjedila je na klupi posred galerije okružena slikama, ciklusom od petnaest platna, i činilo joj se kao da sjedi u mrtvačkoj kapelici uz tijelo rođaka ili prijatelja... ![]()
Herofil je pobjegao iz Osnovne škole "Domingos Jorge Velho" i sakrio se u odvodu za kišu. Iz tame, tih kao kamen, gledao je automobil kako se naglo zaustavlja i kako iz njega iskaču jedni te isti ljudi. Utrčali su u školu i brzo izjurili noseći profesora Aristidesa kojim su nahranili automobil... ![]()