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Photography Credit : Lea Remic Valenti and Robi Valenti

Katja Gorečan was born in 1989 in Celje, Slovenia.  

She received a Bachelor degree in Comparative Literature and Literary Theory at the University of Ljubljana, and finished her Masters studies in Dramaturgy at the Academy for Theatre, Direction, Film and Television, also in Ljubljana. Gorečan took part in a creative writing course, specializing in dramatics. This resulted in the realisation of her one-act drama “Seven girl’s questions”. In 2012 her second poetry collection “The Sorrows of Young Hana”, which was nominated for Jenko Award, the highest poetry award in Slovenia and was selected into the Biennale of Young Artists from Mediterranean Europe. She is not only artistically, but also socially engaged. She worked with patients suffering from dementia in a nursing home, and lead creative workshops with female refugees and their children, as well as has worked with youth with ID.  

 In 2017, her third book  In some night some girls somewhere are dying was published by the Poetikon House of Poetry. 

Longnight Dreaming in the Forest / Dolganoč v gozdu sanja 

grandma always cries at family celebrations 

grandma cries 

are those memories / somebody says 

are those dreams / says somebody else / 

grandma cries and says / 

it was terrible / me and mother were left alone / me and your great grandma longnight / 

my brother was killed in the forest for slaughtering livestock / 

the dwarf’s company / my father was dragged over the ground 

to the cart and taken away / it was terrible / 

grandma says / nobody dared approach our house / 

my father was imprisoned in the old jail / beaten / interrogated / 

longnight would go look at him in the field / 

like a madman / 

a non-human / 

like trash / 

grandma cries so very deeply / 

many years have passed / 

and now that she’s losing her memory / all she remembers is loss 

Choir: longnight dreaming in the forest 

a long night of a dead death behind your neck 

in a long night I’m pursuing a black shadow that won’t let me sleep 

in nightmares I walk the hospital looking for empty bodies 

bodies of people that had not been buried 

Choir: the forests are weeping / say the spirits / 

the forests are weeping 

and grandma hugs me 

as we’re picking lavender in front of her house 

I’m wandering the forests 

where they had been lost 

nothing left on the map 

the black shadow bigger and bigger 

I ran / 

breathless 

so that I’d catch her / 

angrily 

so that I’d kill her / 

fuming 

so that I’d slaughter her / 

in madness 

choke her / 

calmly 

and that’s when it starts to rain in the forest 

the rain is falling softly, extremely softly 

there was nothing left there 

I fell asleep peacefully 

by the fallen tree 

GRANDMA IS STILL CRYING 

Choir:LONGNIGHT DREAMING IN THE FOREST 

A BLACK SHADOW BEHIND YOUR NECK 

LIKE WOMEN WHO RUN WITH THE SPIRITS 

LONGNIGHT SEES HIM WATCHING 

Somebody’s eyes peeking through the world 

THROUGH THE WINDOW OF THE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL 

AND THEN HE VANISHES 

(From a published cycle of choreo-poems One Night Some Girls Somewhere Are Dying )

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The Birth of a Stillborn  

on that night she gave birth to a stillborn girl in her dreams 

like all her mothers before her 

she was in labour with the stillborn for a while 

on her bed in her bedroom 

there was nobody beside her 

she was in labour and she was wordless 

she didn’t yell 

she didn’t scream 

she was totally silent 

when she’d released the child from her body 

the child 

that wasn’t breathing 

wasn’t screaming, 

wasn’t moving 

she covered it with a white sheet 

so that nobody may see 

her stillborn child 

that’s when her bed began to bleed 

and in an instant she found herself in a white hospital 

she’s lying facing away from us 

the man approaches her to touch her 

IN THIS MOMENT WE MUST REALIZE 

she doesn’t feel anything anymore 

SHE DOESN’T FEEL ANYTHING / SHE FEELS NOTHING 

empty 

she lies on the bed 

calm 

for a few minutes 

rocking 

for a few hours 

in weightlessness 

for a few days 

nothing’s left anywhere 

for a few months 

where is the life that I’d given birth to 

for a few years 

for a part of her life 

she covered her dead baby 

so that nobody may see 

she covered her dead 

daughter with a white sheet 

so that nobody may see 

collapses with all her weight 

her heart bleed 

(From a published cycle of choreo-poems One Night Some Girls Somewhere Are Dying )