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The 23-year-old poet Stefan Kichev died last night. He became popular with his numerous awards, knowledge and a distinct and different position in front of the media. The modern Yavorov, who prefers the mountain and his Laura to the Internet, presented it.
In 2013, with his poem “Purulent Cry” he won the student creative festival “Little Poetics” in the category “Literature”.
Stefan Kichev was also awarded in the Sofia Municipality’s “Civil Alarm Clock” competition, in which he received an award for his letter of correspondence to dissident, writer and journalist Georgi Markov.
This year he participated in the contest “Sofia: Poetics”, where he read and competed with some of the greatest contemporary Bulgarian authors.
Stefan Kichev studies at the University of Sofia and works in the field of education. He is a member of the Libertarian Society of Bulgaria and his interests include history, philosophy, politics, economics and culture. Stefan Kichev was also part of the project “My Bulgarian History”, which focuses on successful Bulgarians who have left their mark on the history of other countries. He was the author of the web platforms “Thought”, “Five Corners” and “Reduta”.
“When I was a child, we had a library, and in that library there was an Oscar Wilde book that my mother was reading. I had earned a reputation that this book was forbidden and dangerous. In eighth grade, I became interested in who he was and I became completely obsessed with him. “He became my idol,” said Stefan.
Due to his romantic lyrical works, the young author was often compared to Peyo Yavorov, who was among his favorite authors, along with Dimcho Debelyanov and Nikola Vaptsarov.
The cause of death is not yet clear, it is being investigated, but family and friends comment on the suicidal version on social networks.
From the cycle “Screens don’t sleep” by Stefan Kichev
(Cybetragic verses)
1.
light
light
flash
Thunder
shake!
nirvam here in the future
since times
opaque, unknown
penumbra, penumbra, penumbra
without the soul of god
in this dark universe of machines
panic
beige!
fire breathing dragon
no, glowing skyscraper
on it a moving neon sign:
“to the stars!”
memories of progress
in wide space I once dreamed of flying
momentary vertigo
but the reality
grabs me, shakes me from the naivety of
person
a crowd surrounds me
a skeleton of a futurist rattling with his bones
notices me
all wrapped in metal
close to me
approaching
and instantly gets upset
the heat betrays me
a sign of endless regression!
eyes gush with hatred
I’m probably dealing with a rash of life
means, medium
healed by him
pioneering career
laser goes through me
plastic babe
wink at me
How I miss the hot blood of my clientele!
there is a hash!
in a one-time affair
They breathed life, not a life of joy, rays, a mirage of the desert
and lower, prokoben
blackmail
belly for zhivurkana
Between swamps, swamps in the abyss of dreams
for a wonderful new world
festive murmur in virtual darkness
The future of love is revealed to me!
A gift!
