Jakub Deml - Main Works

Main Works

Deml became one of the most important Czech authors of 1920s and 1930s. During his time his works were not very recognized, however he is now being considered a predecessor of modern literary genre, mainly surrealism.

Poetry
  • Památný den v Kuksu, 1933
  • Solitudo, 1934
  • Píseň vojína šílence, 193?
  • Princezna, 1935
  • Jugo, 193?
  • Moji přátelé, 1913 [My Friends}
  • Miriam, 1916
  • Věštec, 1917
  • Verše české, 1907-1938
  • Pupava, 1939
  • Ustrnulými nebesy, 1946
  • Stařec před jeslemi, 1955
  • Triptych, 1960
  • Ledové květy, 1966 post mortem
Prose
  • Hrad smrti, 1912
  • Pro budoucí poutníky a poutnice, 1913
  • Tanec smrti, 1914
  • Šlépěje, 1917-1941
  • Česno, 1924
  • Tepna, 192?
  • Hlas mluví k slovu, 1926
  • Mohyla, 1926
  • Smrt Pavly Kytlicové, 1932
  • Katolický sen, 1932
  • Zapomenuté světlo, 1934
  • Rodný kraj, 1936
  • Vražda, 1937
  • Ptačí budky, 1938
  • Podzimní sen, 1991 post mortem
Essays
  • Sokolská čítanka, 192?
  • Sestrám, 1924
  • Dílo Felixe Jenewcina, 1928


Diaries and Memoires
  • Rosnička, 1912
  • Domů, 1913
  • Mé svědectví o O. Březinovi, 1931
Notes
  • Šlépěje, so-called 'One-Man-Review', Deml's own periodical with essays, poems, diary notes, letters, pamphlets, tractates etc., published between 1917 and 1941 in 26 volumes.
  • Zapomenuté světlo, published 1934 and confiscated by censors for 'obscenous moments' - Roman Jakobson considered it the greatest prose work of 1930s. It has not been translated to English yet. It was made into a film by Vladimír Michálek in 1996.
  • Podzimní sen, written 1951, published in London 1984, first home edition Prague 1992

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