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Miroslav Holub (1923–1998)

Forfatter af Poems Before and After: Collected English Translations

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Holub is a distinguished scientist as well as a poet. The noted British critic A. Alvarez sees Holub's main concern as "the way in which private responses, private anxieties, connect up with the public world of science, technology, and machines." (Bowker Author Biography)

Omfatter også følgende navne: Miroslay Holub, Morislav Holub

Værker af Miroslav Holub

Vanishing Lung Syndrome (1990) 57 eksemplarer
The Rampage (Faber poetry) (1997) 26 eksemplarer
Interferon, or On Theater (1982) 22 eksemplarer
Although (1971) 21 eksemplarer
On the Contrary and Other Poems (1984) 20 eksemplarer
The Fly (1987) 16 eksemplarer
The Jingle Bell Principle (1992) 12 eksemplarer
Notes of a Clay Pigeon (1977) 7 eksemplarer
Andel na koleckach 2 eksemplarer
Časoprostor (2002) 1 eksemplar
From Notes of a Clay Pigeon (1983) 1 eksemplar
Achilles a želva 1 eksemplar
Tři kroky po zemi 1 eksemplar
Tak zvané srdce 1 eksemplar
Kam teče krev 1 eksemplar
Žít v New Yorku 1 eksemplar
Aktschlüsse. (1976) 1 eksemplar
Immunology of nude mice (1989) 1 eksemplar
Engel Auf Rädern. (1967) 1 eksemplar
Slabikář 1 eksemplar
Žít v New Yorku 1 eksemplar

Associated Works

World Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to Our Time (1998) — Bidragyder — 437 eksemplarer
The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry (1996) — Bidragyder — 302 eksemplarer
The Faber Book of Beasts (1997) — Bidragyder — 137 eksemplarer
Contemporary East European Poetry: An Anthology (1983) — Bidragyder — 39 eksemplarer
The Southern California Anthology: Volume XI (1993) — Bidragyder — 1 eksemplar

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The titular poem is one of the greatest perspective-setting works I have ever read, and I often return to it in hard times. The rest of the collection is a wonderful series of meditations on life, death, history and the author's other career as a microbiologist.
eldang | Aug 11, 2019 |
I've discussed & posted before on how Crow by Ted Hughes is one of my favourite all time single collections of poetry, but there are others that over the years have sat like milestones marking my path through poetry. In time becoming part of the sacred pantheon of poetry this bloke likes. What I would like to do is every now & then highlight one, to reread what were at one time, a book, that I would spend hours, days or months with. A book that I would pour over and read to myself in quiet moments or that was declaimed out loud to all who would listen, whether a lack of sobriety or just the enthusiasm for the work providing the lubrication necessary to let my world know about this new collection. One such collection was Vanishing Lung Syndrome by Miroslav Holub, a writer I became aware of through another collection, The Rattle Bag, one of whose editors (Ted Hughes) claimed that “Miroslav Holub is one of the half dozen most important poets writing anywhere”. This was enough for me to find out more and on a trip back home from Germany, where I was working out the time, I picked up Vanishing Lung Syndrome from my local bookshop and the first poem I read was:


That year Diderot began to publish his Encyclopaedia,
and the first insane asylum was founded in London.
So the counting out began, to separate the sane, who
veil themselves in words, from the insane, who rip off
feathers from their bodies.
Poets had to learn tightrope-walking.
And to make sure, officious types began to publish
instructions on how to be normal.

This is one of my favourite poems – ever. It hits me emotionally, it hits me logically, and it is just this book’s opening volley.

Vanishing Lung Syndrome, is a radiological syndrome in which the lungs appear to be disappearing on X-ray. The syndrome is characterized by a progressive decrease in the radiographic opacity of the lung. Causes include the accelerated progression of emphysema destroying the lung or the rapid cystic destruction of the lung by infection. It’s use as a title for a collection of poetry, declares it’s authors scientific vocation,

Miroslav Holub was born in 1923 in Plzen,(Pilsen Czech Republic) western Bohemia, the only child of a lawyer and a high school teacher of French and German. He attended a gymnasium specializing in Latin and Greek. After the war he studied medicine at Charles University, Prague, working in the department of philosophy and the history of science, and also working in the psychiatric dep’t. He became an MD in 1953. In 1954 he joined the immunological section of the Czechoslovakian Academy of Science and obtained his PHD.

It was in his student years that he started writing poetry, and also became an editor of the scientific magazine Vesmir, New Scientist. In 1954 he obtained his PHD and also published his first collection of poetry establishing what would become the twin paths of his life & going on to become the Czech republic’s most important poets and also one of her leading scientists, publishing many short essays on various aspects of science, particularly biology and medicine (specifically immunology) and life, as well as poetry.
Vanishing Lung Syndrome is divided into four sections

Syncope = Episodic interruption of the stream of consciousness induced by lack of oxygen in the brain.

Symptom = A sign of physical or mental disturbance leading usually to a patient’s complaint.

Syndrome = A group of symptoms and objective signs characterizing a disease or a defect of a structure or function.

Synapse = 1)The region of communication between two neurons. 2) The linkage between parental chromosomes preserving their individual identities.

It is through these that he asks what poets are, or what poetry means, using the language as a scientific instrument to discern and dissect it’s value, constantly stretching and challenging our conception and our assumptions about poetry. It is this rigour combined with an eloquence that just stuns, that makes this a collection of poetry that I constantly return to.

Written whilst Czechoslovakia was still under communist rule and before the Velvet Revolution of 1989, through these poems Holub uses a humour as sharp as one of his scalpels to record the blunt, brutal absurdity of the modern world, and yet, although dark, and at times despairing, they are not without hope, it shines with a warmth and benevolence, that breaks the heart.


When I grow up and you get small,


(In Kaluza’s theory the fifth dimension

is represented as a circle

associated with every point

in spacetime)

-- then when I die, I’ll never be alive again?


Never never?

Never never.

Yes, but never never never?

No …. not never never never,

just never never.

So we made

a small family contribution

to the quantum problem of eleven-dimensional


… (mere)
parrishlantern | Sep 20, 2013 |


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Associated Authors

A. Alvarez Advisory editor, Introduction
Ian Milner Translator
George Theiner Translator
Harriet Walters Cover designer
James Naughton Translator


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