The peacock has always been an important symbol in many different cultures throughout Asia (from where the bird originates), the Middle East, Northern Africa and Europe. For the ancient Greeks it was the bird of Hera (Juno), whose one-hundred-eyed, blue tail feathers symbolised the vault of heaven with its stars.
In June 1986, Caryl Eshleman and I were invited to spend a month in Hungary by the NYC Soros Foundation. The idea of the visit, as well as contact with the Foundation, originated in 1985 with our friend Gyula Kodolányi, whom we had met while he was a Fulbright Fellow
She bore three sons. Has two sons. Was twenty-five when she buried the third. Then, the children were givenchocolate milk. .For breakfast! Chocolate milk and crescent rolls. Sunday. The man did not drink wine. He drank onion tea from a white porcelainmug. A mug of red onion water. This was
MI: To have a retrospective outside of the country is a great opportunity for a Hungarian artist based in Hungary. Last September and October you had such an opportunity in the northern Italian town of Varese. How many works and from what period did you exhibit? Where exactly did you place
Cast your eyes over these. I left all of them unfinished. When they least wanted to be unfinished. György Petri: Pride In the second half of the 1980s lots of things in Hungary simply became impossible to continue. Of all the changes, the so-called change in political system was the most overrated.
1 On 14 June 1982, a statue of Béla Bartók was dedicated in Paris. The bronze sculpture by Imre Varga, of which several versions exist, was a gift from Budapest to the City of Paris on the occasion of the naming of a public area in the 15th arrondissement after
BARTÓK Gyula Illyés “Harsh discord?” – Yes! They think it thuswhich brings us solace! Yes! Let the violin strings,let singing throats learn curse-clatter of splintering glasscrashing to the ground the screen of raspwedged in the teeth of buzzing saw; – let there be no peace, no gaietyin gilded, lofty far
From time to time Hungarians will speak with great pride of the many Hungarian scientists and artists who have won international fame. One thinks perhaps first and foremost of physicians (Ignác Semmelweis or Albert Szent-Györgyi), physicists (John von Neumann), mathematicians (Paul Erdős), and musicians (Béla Bartók, Zoltán Kodály). The case
Learn How to Read For I know well enough a time will come when we will have to crawl back along the roads we hastened over, I take this knife of words (the sharpest blade of all) and make a mark in every tree that sheds its tears around me,
I am reading and re-reading Tony Brinkley’s Gomorrah. A long poem, which remains mostly oblique and mysterious when we read it for the first time. Palpably concrete in its images and sensations, yet mysterious. Yet we do read on. The surface is fascinating, yet we feel with certainty that there is
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