POETIC SIDE OF A TRAVELOGUE THROUGH THE „ACCORD OF DIFFERENT WORLDS“

The subject dealt with in this work is non-hegemonic discoursewhich, in the spectre of philological interests, denounces the phenomenaof hierarchialisation and dehierarchialisation linked to the problemof capturing the concept of the function a border has while beingdisseminated through literary theory and practice throughout travelogueas a literary form. By enquiring about cultural heritage applied in literaturefrom Odyssey’s travels and challenges, this research has attempted toemphatically “listen poetically” to all aspects of human existence subjectedby some to the border line of such worlds. Thus I here write about anexemplary travelogue which uses conceptual mechanism of its textbased on the movement disputing then a conventional usage of literarylanguage, which is today recognized as a form of violence as old as thevery western history itself is. For that purpose, the work has incorporatedanalytical viewing of novelistic, essayistic and travelogue like literaryheritage using travelogue essays Majka voda by Tvrtko Kulenovic, themost famous Bosnian-Herzegovinian writer and essayist. It is a travelogueof great significance taking us from “postmodern Odyssey” to its specific“ideology of water” and “religion of seas”. The ephemeral border betweena body travelling to a body of travelling in his travelogue Majka voda takesus to the point of merging of two cultural circles. Poetic dimension maybe inferred from Kulenovic’s suggestions: “Indeed, is there any shame inthe fact that it is more intelligent to sail rather than row (...) That artisticskill is obtained more easily through the “eastern” relaxed surrender thenthrough the “western” intent and concentration (attempt to forcibly controlmind equals the attempt to even out the waves of the sea). Who hits thetarget, misses all? (...) We must be capable of changing our shape as waterdoes. (...) In the beginning there was no word, but water. At least it is saidso in the Book of Genesis: the holy spirit of God soared above the waters.”(Kulenovic: Majka voda)