Category: Arts and Literature

If we accept that the message of a tale cannot be treated independently of the world view underlying it, we may as well specify the particular world view in which Hungarian folk tales are rooted. We have every reason to believe that based on their motifs, Hungarian folk tales can

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, far beyond the end of the world, I saddled a nag, leapt upon her back and rode into the forest. I ate well, I drank well, and I put the nag under my head for a pillow. All of a sudden

Translated from the Hungarian by Clive Wilmer and George Gömöri NOCTURNE Blue-black, the night sky. Bushes stand guard at the roadside. The trees’ chained shadows bay like far-off dogs. Life sparkles on the world’s big blooms like jewelled wine. Gaunt angels glide; with a sponge they dry it up. In

“I am not a poet”, Márai insisted. That would seem to settle it, but it has to be remembered that Márai had exceptionally high standards and he was playing with prosody at a time of exceptional fecundity in Hungarian poetry. He was the contemporary of Attila József (considered by some

Once upon a time there was a country. With a MOO COW and a BUNNY living in it. Happily and unhappily by turns. This way one day, that way the next. The sun would rise, run its course, then sink behind the horizon. This is how this country was. Neither

Nearly five years after the artist’s death and 35 years after his last major exhibition, a retrospective of Hantai’s work opened on 21 May 2013, at the Pompidou Centre in Paris. The exhibition is by far the most complete showing ever of the works of one of the preeminent figures

On the Danube-Concept of Thomas Kabdebo’s Novel Trilogy Danubius Danubia  As I sat on the bottom step of the wharf,A melon-rind flowed by with the current;Wrapped in my fate I hardly heard the chatterOf the surface, while the deep was silent.As if my own heart had opened its gate:The Danube was

THE AGE OF RADIO It was the sinking of the Titanic in April 1912 that made the world fully aware of the vital necessity, the deadly seriousness of radio. The survivors owed their lives to radio; those who perished drowned only because of confusion in the ship’s radio room and

Jenő Dsida was born in 1907 in Szatmárnémeti (today Satu Mare in Romania). He began writing in his early youth and his first poems were published in the children’s magazine Cimbora (“My Pal”) edited by Elek Benedek. His first book of poetry Leselkedő magány (“Lurking Solitude”) was published in 1928 – by that time