JOZO HAS LEFT US
My friend Jozo has left us for the Universe.
I first met him when I attended the Struga Evenings Poetry Festival in 1972. I last saw him at that venue in 1982. We kept in touch after that. I didn't think I'd never see him again. God, how I miss him! He was a character in every sense of the word. I'm sure that no one who ever met him forgot him. Here's what I wrote about him:
Jozo Boskovski's poems are warm and mellow. The Macedonian sun shines on them. His lines flow in the eternal river of poetry. But he doesn't let himself be carried by the current – or any current. He writes with an ease that comes from an innate sense of rhythm and form. Boskovski has a deep, powerful voice that carries beautifully. His poems are imbued with the resonance of his speech organ. They not only read well on the page, but they are effective when recited.Below is a poem about Jozo by our mutual friend David Axelrod. Yes, he was like that, but how can I say what I want to say? Jozo was pure gold. Goodbye, my dear friend!
THE MAN WHO SAID "MAYBE"
He said a European trip
took more time going
because the earth turned favorably.
Try to explain the world a single entity – earth
sky and sea – he'd
Next time he'd mention
travel, his theory
was there again
more steadfast than
If a helicopter
hovered over a city,
would the next city
come along eventually?
Read Five poems by Jozo T Boskovski translated by Herbert Kuhner.
Read Three Long Island Poets, Charles Fishman, David Axelrod and George Wallace, translated into German by Herbert Kuhner.
Watch a video of Herbert Kuhner reading poems by Alter Brody