Sharp humor in poetry and comics, and gift products that don't tolerate stupidity.
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No mediocrity, no recycled jokes, no clichés
and no dull, silky, politically correct messages.
A comic coloring book for adults
Stres bojanka za nedorasle
In a neurotic search for Truth and universal answers to every question, a growing number of people try, as a counterweight, to keep their sanity. Their science is memetics, their weapon is the meme, their shield – humor and satire.
This is not a game with crayons. This is a punch in the ribs of everyday life. The drawings pull no punches – grotesque and tender, witty and bitter. They are therapy and graffiti at once. They make us look at dirty walls, at our own chaos, at a society that serves up a circus of the absurd every day. They are not here to lull us, but to wake us. Stres bojanka za nedorasle is social criticism disguised as pictures to color, a visual performance in which every line has a tail and every page hides a comment. This is punk in color.
– Darko Mitrović, comic artist and writer
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Poetry collection
Hleba i cigara!
A poetic debut that hits you right in the gut.
The poetry collection „Hleba i cigara!” by Milica Stojanović is a fierce, raw, authentic poetic debut that strikes hard, cuts without mercy and blasphemes relentlessly. It reveals a new, authentic female poetic voice on a stage woven from jaded fashion and sentimental, lyrical posturing. With dramatic sharpness, in vivid relief and with an eye for detail, it offers a shrewd female gaze on a male world in which only male humankind lives as it pleases.
The poetry Milica Stojanović writes is all about refusal – refusal of omnipresent media stupidity, laconic social superficiality, exploitative mercantile capitalism, the grotesque and perverse menagerie of so-called successful business people, scoundrels and nobodies, barren mediocrities, cheats and thieves, pickpockets and swindlers.
And yet, poetry is of the female gender. Of courage and fear, depth and light. Of beauty and dread, daring and feeling. Of virtue. Of love. And love is the presence of the universe in every thing. Of humus in the soil. Of the gaze in the vista. Of form in the archetype.
The poet is a wonder unto herself and to the world. A child of the Earth and the starry sky. Her truth is clear, cold and sparkling. Hers alone. Harsh, self-wounding. Gushing from a lake of feelings and memories. Neither human nor she-human. Music. Fairy-like. A fall of the flesh, a memory of the lyrical sap of landscapes. A flake of lost innocence. One that does not shy away from swearing and blaspheming while, at the same time, loving and forgiving like a seeker of God.
– Prof. Dr Boško Suvajdžić
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