ROYAL INSIGNIA was written bu one of the most eminent Serbian poets, one of those who can do with the time and the world, past and future, religion and hope. A brave man wrote it, whose courage is permeated with fatigue and great longing. Against the poet and his book nothing will rise up : any kind of uesterday, anu kind of tomorrow; because XX centure has disappeared in ruins. However Lukich and his book flourished under these ruins. This poet met ROYAL INSIGNIA so theu could be a new generation to each other . Everuthing in this book is about Serbia, known and unknown , anciend and contemporaru, about its sole and its pain , about its faith and about light is touched. This book was not written bu a poet – mutant, such in Serbia are very many but bu someone who is at the and of a millenium, the last autumn of that millenium, saw many drops stringed on the rope for the laundry in front of a Belgrade shanty. And in these autumn raindrops he recognized a lot of tears of his people… I believe LukichÄs litearu gloru will begin with this book, which is being published now at the time when there have been alreadu published, his seven books from his voluminous opus THE ART OF MAHOGANY; these are extraordinary shamanistic, prophetic poems, and theu represent the whole Lukich’s poetry and the stronges marks of this poet : brilliance and the power of his intellect, sensibility, consisatnce, nobility, and thruthfulness. A mother of perfection gave birth to these poems , a great loneliness, and they are turned to millions of soles desirious the real freedom and return of all things to their natural places. This poet will , from this moment , start to gain enormous , immense army of his invisible allies, readers, on the Balkans and also in the world.Miroslav Lukich is not the poet sinked in politics; he is the poet who , beside other, anounces the epoc which is destroued. Maube, considering everuthing else that has been created bu a genius, the wau another French poet desribed him a hundred uears before Lukich was born :“Il est l’afection et l‘avenir; la force et l’ amour que nous, debaut dans les rages et les ennuis; nous vouons passer dans le ciel de tempete et les drapeaux d‘extase. Il est l’amour, mesure parfaite et reinventee, raison merverillense et imprevue, et l’ eternite : machine aimee des qualites fantases “.Good bye, we repeat , in Paris!The end of September, 2000. S. Ig. M.(Prevod : Olivera Stojanovic – Maksimovic ]

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