**One of the top 3 poetry translations of 2007** —Three Percent

“The verses and fate of the poet Ivan Blatny . . . complete the fate of Czech literature, which transcended the borders of the nation, often struggling for survival.”

—Václav Havel

Lost to the world for decades, Ivan Blatny was, according to the Czech Ministry of Culture, “one of the most significant Czech poets of the twentieth century.” Blatny fled Czechoslovakia after the Communist coup in 1948, spending the rest of his life in England. This volume spans fifty years of his career and is notable for being the first major collection of Blatny’s work in English, including multi-lingual poems and some poems written mostly or entirely in English.

Our edition includes an Introduction by Veronika Tuckerová, a Foreword by Josef Skvorecky, an Afterword by Antonín Petruzelka, and Working Notes from the translators.

Advance Praise for The Drug of Art:

For Czech-English émigré Ivan Blatny's poetry, terms like exile
literature, subversion, appropriation, collage, pun, homophony, and
even hybridity seem too limited, too stable. In an age where many –
rightly – are suspicious of official verse cultures, here is the voice
from a true underground – not the official alternative poetry of the
day, but that minorizing, fluctuating underground that undoes
hierarchical notions of language and culture. Blatny's heteroglossic
poems are wonderfully strange, prosaic, sparse and distracted at the
same time. They are as beautiful and singular as Vallejo's Trilce.

—Johannes Goransson

Veronika Tuckerová is a native of Prague and a specialist in Czech litreature. She has taught at Queens College and Columbia University and is a regular contributor to the Prague based Journal Revolver Revue and to the New York-based journal Slavic and East European Performance. Her translations from German into Czech include Gershom Scholem’s memoir From Berlin to Jerusalem and a monograph on Robert Musil; she recently translated Gary Shteyngart’s short story Shylock on the Neva from English to Czech.

Justin Quinn works at the Charles University, Prague, and has published three collections of poetry, as well as two studies of American poetry. For ten years, he was an editor of the Irish poetry magazine, Metre. As well as Ivan Blatny, he has translated the Czech poets Petr Borkovec, J.H. Krchovsky and K.J. Erben into English.

Matthew Sweney is a writer, editor, and translator, Assistant Professor of English at Palacky University, Olomouc, Czech Republic.

Alex Zucker is the translator of the novels City Sister Silver, by Jáchym Topol (Catbird Press, 2000), and More Than One Life, by Miloslava Holubová (Northwestern University Press, 1999). Most recently he contributed to the adaptation and lyrics of J. R. Pick's The Unlucky Man in the Yellow Cap, a play with music set in the World War II Jewish ghetto of Terezín; the play appeared in the New York International Fringe Festival in August 2006. Currently he is working on a translation of the novel In Memory of My Grandmother, by Petra Hu¾lová, to be published by Northwestern University Press.

Anna Moschovakis is an editor at Ugly Duckling Presse. She is the author of a books of poems, I Have Not Been Able to Get Through to Everyone, and translates frequently from the French.

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EXCERPT:

Small Variation

Thursday 8 pm. On the table:
Matches, cigarettes, tobacco, knife, and lamp.
My tools.
You already know my music from five or six things,
You already know my music from five or six things,
My little song.
As it sizzles on the stove, as it bubbles in quietude
The song of the interlude,
Which happens only once in history.
Matches, cigarettes, tobacco, knife, and lamp.
And dust on all of them.
The inaudible galloping horse carries it on its hoof.
In the deathified flat, dust up to the roof.
In the deathified flat, dust up to the roof.
For the last time the unsettled loses itself in history.
Thursday 8 pm. On the table:
Newspapers, cigarettes, tobacco, knife, and lamp.
Newspapers: Papandreu, Pierlot.
Furniture: Divan, ornamented credenza.
My little song.
Big drops hit the poorly boarded-up window with a splat.
We'll get wet inside the flat!
We'll get wet inside the flat!
And even worse boards
Will be left for the coffin.

7 December 1944


[translation: Matthew Sweney]