Writing now in his adopted country, and in his adopted language, he has gained the distance to map out the ruptures of old emotions; and he's found the delicate proximity to apply pigment and colour to the cuts and punctures of a life lost and a life gained. But a whole life- all off it finally embraced- forming something like a startling and beautiful tattoo.
It communicates the harmony between people who once knew that they share the same blood and the same piece of earth where they were born on and where they belong to.
Edin Viso is a writer who knows the value of a blanket, a single orange, a moment shared- this moment.
He is a man who is unafraid, and who does, in the pages before you, " take off his skin and dance in his bones."
Stephen T. Berg
It communicates the harmony between people who once knew that they share the same blood and the same piece of earth where they were born on and where they belong to.
Edin Viso is a writer who knows the value of a blanket, a single orange, a moment shared- this moment.
He is a man who is unafraid, and who does, in the pages before you, " take off his skin and dance in his bones."
Stephen T. Berg
Right now I don't care where I am physically, here or in New York; in my original house or in dorms room in the man shelter...God saves us...It's an amazing concept.
I lived the last years of the rock and roll generation. Sex, drugs, alcohol...Involved in business and art...Parties, promotion, drinking, cocaine lines, money, Vienna, Roma, Atena, Istanbul, Venecia, Moskva...It takes one to two hours flying as from Edmonton to Vancouver.
Until 1990, everything was under control. I was living a double life. One for public- a good, successful man in the family, in the art and business. And a secondary, diligent life. I was smuggling cocaine, hashish and gold jewelry from Istanbul to Belgrade...And, of course, using alcohol and 'coke' more and more...
1991 began the war in ex-Yugoslavia. Yugoslavia decayed disintegration. The body of Yugoslavia was torn.
After this war started I realized that anything is possible. At the beginning I didn't know what was happening.
I stayed two months in the basement...
I sent my close family to Germany, and I stayed in the war...
Oh man, I took all the Jack Daniels from the city, I took cocaine, pills, hashish made in Turkey, grass, everything...
I could forget for a moment what was happening around me...Everyone wanted to fight. People were going to fight with knives...There were few guys, few pistols, few bullets...One time on the line I was given only three bullets...When soldiers returned from the front, everyone wanted to know what it was like.
You've just took cigarette and said;" Yes, I killed three of them"...
Oh man...I remember it was 4 am...I was drinking coffee when the shelling started. 300 people were killed in one hour. I know something about first-aid. The first guy I saw had lost his foot. Someone else had his scalp peeled back. His brain was showing...O replaced the scalp, and bandaged him...Oh man, you see a big pile of human meat, no arms, no legs.
1991 to 1995 in the war Yugoslavia died. And me too. I was destroyed like my country. I went crazy...
In October 1995 I went to Chechnya for 10 months and to Afghanistan for the next 18 months...Finally 1998 I joined my family in Dusseldorf, Germany...My country is dead. I'm going to die.
In this time alcohol and cocaine no longer offered any high and this was only escape.
My anarchy in the art, my years in the wars, began my natural style of life. Alcohol and cocaine changed my whole way of thinking.
In 2001 I came back from Germany to Bosnia and Herzegovina. I found new people. I hardly knew anybody. Everybody was aroung the world in immigration. Especially people like me, loyalty to old Yugoslavia.
I figured out, it's not my country anymore, it's not a place for me.
--fragment from BALKAN TATTOO--
I lived the last years of the rock and roll generation. Sex, drugs, alcohol...Involved in business and art...Parties, promotion, drinking, cocaine lines, money, Vienna, Roma, Atena, Istanbul, Venecia, Moskva...It takes one to two hours flying as from Edmonton to Vancouver.
Until 1990, everything was under control. I was living a double life. One for public- a good, successful man in the family, in the art and business. And a secondary, diligent life. I was smuggling cocaine, hashish and gold jewelry from Istanbul to Belgrade...And, of course, using alcohol and 'coke' more and more...
1991 began the war in ex-Yugoslavia. Yugoslavia decayed disintegration. The body of Yugoslavia was torn.
After this war started I realized that anything is possible. At the beginning I didn't know what was happening.
I stayed two months in the basement...
I sent my close family to Germany, and I stayed in the war...
Oh man, I took all the Jack Daniels from the city, I took cocaine, pills, hashish made in Turkey, grass, everything...
I could forget for a moment what was happening around me...Everyone wanted to fight. People were going to fight with knives...There were few guys, few pistols, few bullets...One time on the line I was given only three bullets...When soldiers returned from the front, everyone wanted to know what it was like.
You've just took cigarette and said;" Yes, I killed three of them"...
Oh man...I remember it was 4 am...I was drinking coffee when the shelling started. 300 people were killed in one hour. I know something about first-aid. The first guy I saw had lost his foot. Someone else had his scalp peeled back. His brain was showing...O replaced the scalp, and bandaged him...Oh man, you see a big pile of human meat, no arms, no legs.
1991 to 1995 in the war Yugoslavia died. And me too. I was destroyed like my country. I went crazy...
In October 1995 I went to Chechnya for 10 months and to Afghanistan for the next 18 months...Finally 1998 I joined my family in Dusseldorf, Germany...My country is dead. I'm going to die.
In this time alcohol and cocaine no longer offered any high and this was only escape.
My anarchy in the art, my years in the wars, began my natural style of life. Alcohol and cocaine changed my whole way of thinking.
In 2001 I came back from Germany to Bosnia and Herzegovina. I found new people. I hardly knew anybody. Everybody was aroung the world in immigration. Especially people like me, loyalty to old Yugoslavia.
I figured out, it's not my country anymore, it's not a place for me.
--fragment from BALKAN TATTOO--
BALKAN TATTOO is a Winner!
We are surrounded by universal desire. It's not happiness, it's desire. And desires
are never satisfied, because once they are, they cease to be desires...- page 22
You can do something for instrumental reasons; because you think it's
going to lead to something else, regardless of whether you enjoy it or if it's
worthwhile...or you can do something for f...undamental
reasons, because you think it's inherently valuable, regardless of what it may
or may not lead to. ..- page 19
I've realized what is most important in life...Relationship with God, self and others.
The rest can be delegated...-page 15
The read poems such as; IN THE COMMUNIST MUSEUM - page 86 or
AFTER 47 DAYS ON THE PSYCHO WARD- page 139; get your own copy!
PETER HILL
We are surrounded by universal desire. It's not happiness, it's desire. And desires
are never satisfied, because once they are, they cease to be desires...- page 22
You can do something for instrumental reasons; because you think it's
going to lead to something else, regardless of whether you enjoy it or if it's
worthwhile...or you can do something for f...undamental
reasons, because you think it's inherently valuable, regardless of what it may
or may not lead to. ..- page 19
I've realized what is most important in life...Relationship with God, self and others.
The rest can be delegated...-page 15
The read poems such as; IN THE COMMUNIST MUSEUM - page 86 or
AFTER 47 DAYS ON THE PSYCHO WARD- page 139; get your own copy!
PETER HILL