Category: Arts and Letters

The railway station, a modern public space, urban edifice and transport junction in the heart of a city, was borne out of the industrial revolution. For the public, they primarily represented technical objects of necessity, but their design and construction also subtly resonated and still resonates to social phenomena and

The Hungarian Spring Festival of 1991 invaded Santa Barbara with a burst of cultural energy: our local Symphony conducted by the illustrious Yehudi Menuhin  played  Kodály’s  Háry  János  Suite; the  Art  Museum  displayed major works by a large number of early 20th century Hungarian artists; a scholarly conference was held,

The correspondence between Zoltán Kodály and the Viennese Universal Edition – like that between Bartók and the Viennese publisher, only excerpts of which have been published to date – is an invaluable source of twentieth-century music history. It reveals unknown details about the creation, publication and contemporary critical reception of

The tone of the exhibition is striking from the off. Upon entering the first hall, visitors in thrall to the conventional cliché that Baroque is “the art of the Counter-Reformation spread by Jesuit fathers”, will notice the large number of paintings that deal with everyday secular subjects. On the right

When I was a child, I used to meet Sütő András bácsi [uncle András Sütő] in Marosvásárhely close to where he lived around the town’s small railway station. Our house was just a couple of streets away from his which meant I would bump into him from time to time.

ADVENT IN THE HARGITA MOUNTAINSA Play in Two Acts (Excerpt) Christmas Games Young people wearing the masks of Christmas Mummers arrive on stage and throughout the auditorium. (In later parts of the performance the motifs of this Christmas mumming will recur.) While Shepherds ring the bells and playfully frighten the

Compiled from Leonardo’s manuscript pages, the Codex Atlanticus contains two strange sketches, two oddly elongated figures. They are both sepia drawings. They are also baffling to the eye at first glance, but if you look at them from a flat oblique angle from the right rather than from straight on

“Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-orangenglühn, Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht, Die Myrte still und hoch derLorbeer steht? Kennst du es wohl? Dahin!Dahin möcht’ ich mit dir, O mein Geliebter, ziehn.” Goethe, Mignon As an evocation of the tense and tender

English Translations by Tony Brinkley and the Author SUMMER’S LEASE (18) ÖRÖKLÉT-BÉRLET   Eternal, örök, season’s ticket, summer’s lease, nyár ajándéka, a scrap of paper with its clouds, their green-blue-browns. Életet hoz, gives life. Lines dance, fan out, wheat- sheaves of fire-works, a crack, an opening inside me. Bundles of numbed sentences are stirring. When I

LORCA, ON A DAWN ROAD Walking the road from Viznar toAlfacar you come to the Well ofTears,as in Moorish times the Fuente Grande was called –it is not far from Granada,but close to the waters of Lethe. To this spotthe firing squad at sunrise took its prisoners.Federico, to no advantage,