Fotograf Magazine

Luboš Svoboda

Translated by Františka Blažková

I can only concentrate on a day. That is the smallest unit I can court. When
I advance further, I will court an hour, and only after that a minute. (But I can’t even imagine.) If I can manage it in my lifetime, only then shall I attempt a second

Far more than the stars in the sky,
I’m intrigued by the rats in this shrub. 

When I’m done explaining something, it is as if someone has cut
my fresh hand off, which then takes a long time to regrow.

Sometimes, I shed the hand myself as bait,
just as slowworms discard their tails.

And then I stand there,
and give it a long glance,

as if it were my contribution. 

Luboš Svoboda