Edina Szvoren: If I could play Purcell on peppers filled with water…
Edina Szvoren is a master of contemporary Hungarian short stories and one of the most original voices in Hungary.
Edina Szvoren is a master of contemporary Hungarian short stories and one of the most original voices in Hungary.
In Prisoners of Beliefs, both the storyline and the cast of characters help us to delve into burning issues of our global society.
Bertha and Hanna had no example to follow, they just went along with their own intuitions – says Cecilie Enger about the protagonists.
The deterrent force of trauma gets weaker and weaker, and suddenly the Bergen-Belsen experiences burst out of BIG.
Endre Domonkos, in his current work, summarises the economic history of Hungary in 10 chapters and more than 200 pages, richly illustrated.
Ambrose Musiyiwa hopes that the anthology will be a resource: “the voice of the people matters, we can influence what happens tomorrow”.
It was the most daring undertaking of mankind; to send a probe to find the ultimate frontier; the end of the universe.
I thought, what to do with the money is only one side of the story. The other side is what we do with ourselves.
Literature is no easy, joyful game for Szilárd Borbély, be it poetry or prose. It is more like self-discovery, self-crucifixion…
The 29th CAFe Budapest Contemporary Arts Festival is going to launch on the 9th of October. At a recent press…
The International (Individual Country) Beat Poets Laureate is a Special Lifetime Honor that is awarded by the National Beat Poetry Foundation, Inc.
If there’s no silence, you don’t have time to reflect. But when I thought about my parents, everything fell silent at once.
Gábor Gyukics contributed to an online cultural event, UnDeR SZubCulT, where he recited poems in English and Hungarian. We are happy to share the video.
It was also the first time I experienced what it is like to be treated like a representative of some kind of exotic species…
So there I was, walking (almost) alone among monuments half sunk into the sand, the door openings of the silent tombs yawning like dark mouths.
“She was floating. There were no memories, just the the silence and the dark and and it was alright…” Read the last part of the saga Falcon Feathers here!
“Couriers galloped up and down along the length of the procession, cart drivers cried out. The harness tightened across the backs of the oxen.”
“Blood and soul, flesh and bone,” she recited the ritual text. “Take whichever you like.” “Your hand will do…” Falcon Feather, a new story by Susan Anwin.
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