Ádám Faludi Torn Pages

"Life is a mysterious flux, so that what comes from it cannot be more than a mysterious flux. "This is the flower of Hans Arp's garden before me, with petals of all kinds of greetings. Poetry is also a mysterious floral, I read in the greeting sent from the time of creation. - We usually know who we are, I continue, but already the booming words of the proclaimer from the balcony of the Hungarian Pimodan are dying: - I come from the last century, the ladies-and-gentlemen, from where the infinite meet in the parallel.....

.... Of course, this is not a problem for anyone who is still good at accelerating from zero to 100 km/h. Those who feel the burden of a working memory are those who believe that they will have to clean up the droppings of the cuckoo clock after the bird that disturbed their tranquillity for the rest of their lives. Cuckoo, as the writing says.

The otherworlders could have pressed on, but instead they turn to the flower of the flute: - Poetry is a spring that can be launched from the shoulder. And a poet is a man who does as anyone else does, without succeeding. What would be without him and without us?

I agree. Perhaps that is why I have not been able to look for a profitable behavior. Poems, verses, songs on torn pages to quote myself. He who takes to the water and wants to sail should not dream of exotic ports. It will be a new world, a place unknown. And the ship is but a boat, with white brushstrokes on her sides: know what you can know, be neither forgetful nor unfaithful. But then you must endure.

There's no compass, no rudder, only a song-keeper and a flute. Wave."

This is how Ádám Faludi recommends his book.

Castle Street Workshop Books 40 - Veszprém

The book is sponsored by the National Cultural Fund

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Ádám Faludi Torn Pages