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Our restaurant was a favorite hang out of the great Croatian poet Tina Ujević
Some quick notes about him, his history and his life
Funny jolly fellows
Ah enough with this, sober wine lovers. And their care, this is as logical as paying
taxes, play cards, open one’s mail, go window shopping. In restaurant interiors,
behind some back yards and traditional wooden fences, with evening lights softened
by shades, they sit by day and by night, holding their glasses and sipping. Sipping lowly. Talking about big things the past, exchanging looks full of culpability with their waiter. It goes by slowly and ceremoniously, time goes by, through the wall-mounted clock with periodic acords, the cuckoo clock or some other mechanism. And they smile.
Through discreet blushes, friends and other guests, all the people in the house, all are smiling. For them the world has always been like this, this intimate space, behind the scenes, like the dressess of a madonna. All are jolly, since joy rises in them like a spring. Those who have been here for longer already have spectators.
All are watching. Wondering how someone can sit and drink for so long wondering and laughing. It is only logical and natural, by normal order of things.
People laugh at people. I have been studying this laughter. What are they laughing at and why? What is so funny here? They laugh at old people, at those who came to relax, at the pensioners, eccentrics. They laugh at everyone and everything. Is it, perhaps, funny to drink?
Jolly fellows are funny, but laughter is here jointly accepted. It is a way to find out how much laughter the wine barrels hold. They should be laughing out loud, too. At the end of the scene the laugher is capable to throw them in each other’s open arms not into fraternal hugs, but into hugs of laughter. Laughter from the bellows.
About Tin Ujević...
Tin Ujević is one of the greatest artists ever. He is considered to be one of the greatest Croatian poets belonging to the avangarde period.
It is well known that his early work is closely related to that of Antun Gustav Matoš.
He then crossed over to Baudelaire who he embraced as the founder of modern poetry. His first two collections of poetry ‘Lelek srebra’ and ‘Kolajna’ are known as two neo-petrarcan love breviaries written during the war in Paris as one single collection. Although written in Croatian, the editor decided to print them in Serbian and on cyrillic script.
Ujević realized strong accents os personal tragedy, expressed his innermost spiritual secrets, platonic love, wrote himns to labor and fraternity. As unreachable wizard of words, he remained outside all schools and streams, but close to everyone but different from all. He was, it can easily be stated, unique.
Tin Ujević was born on July 5, 1891 in Vrgorac as Augustin Josip Ujević according to an old tradition by the Imotski Poljica where all the children were christened with two first names. Tin’s father was a teacher from Krivodol in Imotska Krajina, while his mother was from the island of Brač, from Milna.
It is believed that he inherited his talent for writing from his father. He began his education in Imotski. Later he moved to Makarska where he finished primary school. In 1902 he goes to Split where he enrolls into classical gynasium and begins life in Archdiocesan seminary.
When he was 13 he began writing poetry but nothing of this work was saved (according to the author himself, his first piece of writing was entitled ‘Voda’ which an editor threw into the bin).
In 1909 Tin finishes high school with straight A’s. He refuses to start working and earning for his living and moves to Zagreb where he enrolls into studies of Croatian language and literature, classical filology, phylosophy and estetics on the Faculty of Phylosophy. That same year he published his first sonet ‘Za novim vidicima’ in ‘Mlada Hrvatska’ magazine. He died on November 12, 1955 in Zagreb.
Tin Ujević in front of Tip-Top
Don’t go serving coffee to my suit, serve it to me.