My Life in Squares

For a thousand years Bulgaria represented the border between Christian Europe, Orthodox Russia and Ottoman Islam. During the Cold War it was on the front-line between East and West. Today it represents the vivid clash of the traditional and the modern. Bulgaria is now our near neighbour and a fellow member of the EU. A new generation of Bulgarian writers are beginning to make their voices heard on the international stage.

Kristin Dimitrova is a Balkan minimalist, a feminist-fabulist whose work combines the fantastic and the prosaic. She writes with a deceptively simple, playful, light touch, teasing the reader with faux folk-wisdom and unexpected, often bathetic endings.

My Life in Squares is an introduction to the work of a major European poet and one of the most original writers to emerge in recent years from the 'new Europe'. A prize-wining and widely anthologised writer, Kristin Dimitrova's work has been published in 22 countries and translated into 19 languages. Oblique, subtle and witty, her poems creep up on her subjects from behind, demonstrating that looking at something sideways is not the same as avoiding the issue.

Sample Poems

Reading for the Road

At his hotel destination he clutched
a glowing glass of cognac among unfamiliar hills
for the time being. The receptionist girl
sucked him in through her thick glasses
and handed him a notepad. Sir,
there is a message for you
from your wife.
Thank you, I haven't got a wife,
but when I find one,
I'll read it.

The Three Lady Beggars at the Book Premiere

We all know each other, more or less.
     We listen to the reading author
     with attention.

No one knows the three
      grey old women
      in the audience.

When we hear the long awaited 'help yourselves, please'
      the three grey ladies
      hurry to the buffet.

We turn our heads away from them.
      Their rotten smell reminds us
      of our exit–fee.

They advance without noticing us.
      Beggars regard the others not as people
      but as territory.

The three have no place among us.

      We all talk of literature,
      we will not fill our stomachs with the cheese rolls
      and we step back squeamishly
      from the reeking gash into a world
      that gapes at our cheese rolls,
      and has neither read, nor heard of literature.

We search for meaning. We came here
      to treat people to books;
      part of the meaning came –

to claim our cheese rolls.

My Life in Squares

Like a chess–player who plays with
both the white and the black pieces,
I have been attacking myself
for a long while.
At each turn of the chessboard

I defend myself against enemy bishops.
The knight's horses snort, stamping their feet,
and when they jump, their hoofs
pierce through chest bones.
The queen is laughing at me.

Today the white one.
Tomorrow the black one.
I hear her while I think
over my next move.
Some people end

this kind of game
with an inevitable victory.
I get upset,
kick down the chessboard
and storm out of the room.

Then I ponder over my loss and see
that it was so damn unfair.


'The wry humour in Kristin Dimitrova's work serves as both mask and mirror for the forthright intelligence of one who looks at the world's follies with a fierce indulgence. Highly syncopated rhythms, economy of expression, structural experimentation and play with language all accumulate in presenting her unpredictable, tragi–comic slant on the human condition.'

Linda France

‘surreal, funny and minimalist… it’s hard to see exactly what she is saying, but it somehow feels significant.’


‘This book releases from relative obscurity, a significant poetic foremother. A revolutionary foremother too. In her poems we see revolution shaping language, as surely as language shapes the revolution.’

Fran Lock, Communist Review