Professor PhD Mila Alečković about the poetry of Saša Milivojev
Had it not been for a fact that I myself am a child of a poet, I may have failed to perceive the talent of a young man who lives faraway from his hometown, yet not far from his ancient archetype. Was Sasha Milivoyev born a poet, or is this what he had become, out of what breadth bears in its trail, that sharpens the senses and adds up all the sufferings, regardless. Milivoyev is simply a poet in the melancholy backdrop of the maker, who is sheltered and strengthened by his verses. Milivoyev knows that with poetry one transcends to timelessness, to infinity, to imortality and namelessness in which we become the twins and transmitters of Chist's words, hence in his "Message After death" he says:
THE VOICE OF RUSSIA, INTERVIEW: SAŠA MILIVOJEV, HORRIFIC ORGAN HARVESTING LAIR DESCRIBED BY AN EYEWITNESS
29. October 2012. 15:24 Moscow time
Saša Milivojev - REFUGEES
Happy and all smiles Greteful to the Skies In love crazily We sang blissfully Life we worshiped Of what was yet to come we dreamed Never in a million years we'd fear The hell that was becoming was near
Saša Milivojev - THERE IS NO MORE POETRY, IT'S OVER
The sun has stopped. Mankind has fallen Evil has carried the day Blowing the angels away