The Czech sea

Lahvová pošta, a message in a bottle. It seems almost absurd that such a term has been also coined for it in a language where you can never meet such a thing. Nature has refused a sea to Czechia. So it was up to literature to bestow one upon her: Shakespeare in The Winter’s tale, and Radek Malý in his recently published children’s poetry book Moře slané vody, Sea of salty water.

Zavřete oči. Slyšíte, jak šumí? Nadechnĕte se té vůnĕ. Zašeptejte: Čechy leží u moře.

Close your eyes. Do you hear its sound? Inhale the scent. Whisper: Czechia lies on the sea.

As a native of another landlocked country, I can fully understand the desire towards the sea, as one tries to conceive on the basis of the blue sky that other infinite, dreams about shells, ships, islands, prepares to be a sailor in Kőbánya, and, finally, the first encounter.

První vzpomínka Oči mám plné veliké slané vody Objala zemi kolem pasu Plujeme

The first memory My eyes are filled with the great salty water It girds the earth at her waist We swim

Blessed shore, says Shakespeare about the Czech coast, and so should it verily be. But he also adds: unpathed waters, undreamed shores, which cannot be true, since it emerges so often in dreams, one travels across it time and again.

O cestĕ Zeptej se moře na cestu Řekne ti: všechny cesty jsou tu Vítr tĕ vezme do všech koutů a není snadné nalézt tu jednu která nevede ke dnu nekončí včera nevede k zemi lidožroutů Ale já ji najdu, tati najdu ji, a pak se vrátím

About the way Ask the sea about the way it will say: all ways are here the wind takes you to every corner however, it’s not easy to find the one that does not take you to the deep does not end yesterday does not lead to the land of man-eaters But, father, I will find it! I’ll find it, and then I’ll return

In these children’s poems what is beautiful, is that they are not pedestrian, not artificial, not affectedly funny, like most poems written by adults for children. They are spacious and personal and to be continued, like the sea, like a dream. And the two merge with one other on the Czech shore.

Velrybo velrybičko Vidĕl jsem velrybu bylo to ve snu byla jak ostrov Byla noc Dlouze se dívala až na dno klesnu pak připlula mi na pomoc Dokud jsou velryby nebudem sami na moři ani za noci Ale až nebudou co bude s námi? Kdo připluje nám pomoc?

Whale, little whale I saw a whale it was in a dream it was like an island. It was night it gazed long into the depths then it swam over to save me As long as there are whales we will not be alone on the sea, nor in the night But once they are gone what will come of us? Who will swim over to save us?

Even the illustrations, by Pavel Čech, are like dreams. Like children’s dreams: from a little salt, a little ink, a basin of water – the endless sea. And like Czech dreams. In front of the crumbling wall, the worn frame, who could fail to recognize Josef Sudek’s basin, and from now on, who will not see in Sudek’s basin and glasses the sea of Pavel Čech?