Ramiz Huremagić, from Cazin, born in 1972. Lives in Sarajevo since 1995. He studied undergraduate studies in Zagreb and Sarajevo, and obtained a master’s degree in Criminology and Criminal Justice at the Cardiff Univesity, UK. Canned fodder 1992-1995. He investigated serious and organised crime for more than nine years.
Co-author, with writer Izet Perviz, a script for feature-length feature film „Dim Duhana – Smoke of Tobacco“ awarded in 2004 at the Foundation for cinematography of the FBiH. Also, the same year, in the official selection of CINELINK program for script development at the Sarajevo Film Festival.
In 2003 he worked on the production of the BBC series „Days That Shook the World – Sarajevo Assassination“, filmed in Sarajevo.
In 2013, his poetry book „U svijetu bučnih ljudi – In the world of Noisy People“ published by TKD Šahinpašić as one of the awarded works of the Publishing Foundation of the FBiH for 2012. His poetry was published in various magazines and journals.
The second poetry book „Čekičanje vremena – The hammering of the Time“ was published in 2016 This book was shortlisted in 2017 for the best book of poetry at the competition „Ratkovic’s evenings of poetry“.
The third book of poetry „MIOSTRAH“ was published in April 2018.
Co-author with Ana Isaković a drama play „Da li bi htela da se još ponekad nađemo – igrokaz o silovanju (Would you like to meet again sometimes – a rape game)“, selected among the best five plays at the regional HEARTEFACT competition for the best new play in the region for 2017.
He writes poetry, short stories, scripts for short and feature films, theater plays. He is currently working on one short film as a director and screenwriter, and one documentary film as the author of the film.
He is one of the founders and president of the Center for Culture, Arts and Society SAMOUPRAVA from Sarajevo, which represents a kind of platform for authors in the field of culture, arts and social research.
He is a member of the PEN Center of Bosnia and Herzegovina.
The Shapes of Death
This late October
The snow was making
White sheets
Below,
Death was keeping
The shapes of my childhood
That summer
I burried my dog
It was the last time I wore
My shorts
I saw the sheets
Only on my deceased grandfather
Eternity
Some people reach us
In the cycles coming
Form the third part of the Eternity
We always needed them
Just for a moment,
That special one
Solstice of hush
Tongue is tied in a knot
Top of it flails like
Sacrificial sheep
Hush is proof of hell
You know that unspoken word
Takes you over the Bridge of Hell
Whereas the word is captured
In a tied tongue
Not even a hush soulmate to hush with
Only a real solstice
Of her very existence
As a sign that even God had no voice
This sublime communication
By which the love is observed hush
And unlove is spoken out
Life in delay
(toward Ladin’s heavenly freedom)
I am scared that
When I get onto
The other world
I do not find
Ladin*
Him not to
Pass away again
On a runaway into the third
World
Not to get a chance
To suffer with him
At least for a day
Endlessly to
Trot behind him
One life
One torment
* Ilija Ladin (1929-2001), a Bosnian poet
Life Flow Diagram
If I am not me
If you are not you
Then we are not us
Just merely
Two conjoined I’s
