Category: The Arts

Books Re-vised Nem a való hát: annak égi másaLesz, amitől függ az ének varázsa…  The song itself is not what matters most; it has a heavenly otherfrom which the magic descends. JÁNOS ARANY (1817–82) Nem a való hát: annak égi mássaLesz, amitől függ az ének varázsa… The song itself is

CHAPTER TWELVE: The defencelessness of the girls. The morals of the puszta. The conquerors The daughter of one of our nearby neighbours committed suicide. Male farm servants who are weary of life normally put an end to it by hanging themselves, the women and girls by jumping into a well.

A Classic Hungarian Essay What is poetry? Humankind spoke in verse before it spoke in prose. When the first human opened its eyes in the cradle, which was the entire planet earth, it cried out in amazement that it had been born into this world, burbling rhythmic words of passion,

NT: Please tell me first where you are setting out for in the morning. IF: There are some hard tours we do, but this is the opposite. A light summer excursion – three concerts, two lovely cities in northern Italy, Brescia and Bergamo, which are comfortably close to each other, so there’s

We should give our children roots and wings – according to Goethe – but this is exactly what my generation, the children of Socialism, did not receive. Roots were not important, since we were fed internationalism in place of a patriotic upbringing, and instead of being given wings, we were

Remembrance of a Garden of Szepesség The New Sans Souci garden fell out of use some two-hundred years ago, yet its unusual history and charm, vivid in historical memory to this day, may well explain why it has retained a more prominent place in the cultural history of the region

The news was first announced at an international conference in Florence in 2007 entitled Humanism and Renaissance in Hungary.1 Painting conservator Zsuzsanna Wierdl and I presented the major findings of art historical and conservation research which has been underway in Esztergom since 2000. The restorer has been cleaning the Renaissance frescoes

Given his stature as the composer of a tremendous musical oeuvre, it is perhaps not surprising that Ferenc Liszt is less often considered as a romantic author, yet his writings reveal an unusual and less broadly familiar side of the towering figure of music and pianistry. One stumbles across connections

In his well-known book Postmodernism: The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism, Frederic Jameson refers to the post-literacy of late capitalist culture as a condition in which literature can aspire to little more than the status of pastiche. All too self-conscious of the nature of writing as a tissue of citations, of

Written in best conscience by Ursula Binder, born Ursula Lehmann, in the 1666th year of our Lord, in the waning days of my old age and penury, on the events of my life, especially those of my childhood and youth. I remember, I always loved to watch the fire. If