Poet, son of the writer Lev Blatný (1894-1930). Born in Brno, he spent the first part of his life here – before escaping into exile in 1948. He lived in a house...
Poet, translator and publicist, Brno born, spent his childhood and youth here. He learned the bookseller’s trade from A. Píša and for a brief period (1919–1921)...
Poet and publicist. Lived in Brno from 1937 until his death, latterly at Mášova street. He is linked to several cultural institutions (the Brno studios of Czechoslovak...
Poet, publicist, memoirist. The first – and so far the only Czech to receive the Nobel prize for Literature. In addition to the lasting popularity he won through...
Poet, writer, editor and translator. Spent most of his life in Brno and is closely linked to a number of Brno cultural institutions (the magazine Host do domu...
Poet and schoolteacher. His connection to Brno dates back to his university days. Apart from one interlude, he has been living to this day at Poděbradova street....
Kamenný vrch (Stone Hill) Kohoutovice Kohoutovice (Hotel Myslivna) Koliště (Koliště Street) Komárov Komín Komín, Hlavní (Main street, the Dvořáks’ ) Královo Pole, Palackého třída (Palacký Street) Kraví hora - hvězdárna (observatory) Kraví hora (Cow Hill) Křenová (Křenová Street) Křížová (Křížová Street)
Slovanské náměstí (Slavonic Square) Soběšice St James Square (Churche of St James) St. Anne’s Hospital Stará radnice - Brněnský drak (Old Town Hall - Brno Dragon) Starobrněnská (Starobrněnská Street) Svitava river Svratka river
Although born in Jindřichův Hradec, connected with Brno throughout almost his entire life. He attended the grammars school at Slovanské square and went on to study at the Masaryk University Faculty of Medicine. A member of the so-called ‘královopolský’ circle around the poet Vít Slíva. A general medical practitioner by profession. Hi debut was the collection Sivý křik (Dove-grey cries /1997/). Poems dedicated to Brno locations are a firm stratum of his works.
In the railway-station restaurant
here or elsewhere.
That constant waiting for the train …
Journeys’ end: all trains dispatched,
the rumble stilled.
Only the stupid music from the speakers
and even more stupid inside
playing the rib keys.
Stuck in the eye a cart
full of cherry trees
ripped out with roots and all.
Down to the urinal,
among the foreskins of men gone-to-seed.
I stare at the dioptric windows:
a small, pale, stupid sun.
translated by Václav Pinkava
Robert Fajkus: Prašivina (Manginess), Brno: Weles 2010, s. 65.