Endre Domonkos: An Economic History of Hungary from 1867
Endre Domonkos, in his current work, summarises the economic history of Hungary in 10 chapters and more than 200 pages, richly illustrated.
Literature
Béla Bartók at the bus stop ~ by Nóra Fehér
He was sitting cross-legged, grey and avuncular in a bus stop pavilion, smoking a cigarette. Béla Bartók at the bus stop…
Ambrose Musiyiwa on poetry by migrants and the obligations of governments
Ambrose Musiyiwa hopes that the anthology will be a resource: “the voice of the people matters, we can influence what happens tomorrow”.
God’s Mind ~ by Susan Anwin
It was the most daring undertaking of mankind; to send a probe to find the ultimate frontier; the end of the universe.
How to be smart after winning the lottery? – interview with Boldizsár Fehér
I thought, what to do with the money is only one side of the story. The other side is what we do with ourselves.
The way of non-forgetting the late poet Szilárd Borbély
Literature is no easy, joyful game for Szilárd Borbély, be it poetry or prose. It is more like self-discovery, self-crucifixion…
The concerts of CAFe Budapest bring a refreshing breeze in the world of restrictions
The 29th CAFe Budapest Contemporary Arts Festival is going to launch on the 9th of October. At a recent press…
Lifetime Beat Poet Laurate award goes to Hungarian poet Gábor Gyukics
The International (Individual Country) Beat Poets Laureate is a Special Lifetime Honor that is awarded by the National Beat Poetry Foundation, Inc.
How will our life be after coronavirus?
If there’s no silence, you don’t have time to reflect. But when I thought about my parents, everything fell silent at once.
Video: Gábor Gyukics recites poems in two languages
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.
Gypsy Romanticism – Notes on the Margins of a Dead Friendship ~ by Susan Anwin
It was also the first time I experienced what it is like to be treated like a representative of some kind of exotic species…
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Seven videos you have to watch from Müpa’s archives!
Bored with the quarantine already? Here is some great music, dance, literature and fun to cheer you up! Great artists, instruments and genres. Enjoy!
Steps Leading Nowhere ~ by Susan Anwin
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.
Falcon Feather ~ Chapter 4 ~ by Susan Anwin
“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!
Falcon Feather ~ Chapter 3 ~ by Susan Anwin
“Couriers galloped up and down along the length of the procession, cart drivers cried out. The harness tightened across the backs of the oxen.”
Falcon Feather ~ Chapter 2 ~ by Susan Anwin
“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.
Falcon Feather ~ Chapter 1 ~ by Susan Anwin
“There is something up on the hill,” the baroness told her maid that evening, “something evil.” ~ Falcon Feather, a new story by Susan Anwin.
Silence in the place of sound – but what in the place of silence? Remembering Dezső Tandori
He created an own universe, went on his own path, and after his poetry arrived to collective consciousness, no one could think the same old ways anymore.
Annunciation ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
I felt like the bottom of my world fell out. How was I supposed to break down the news to my parents? What was I supposed to tell them?
Rosie’s Revelation ~ A short story by Susan Anwin
“I don’t want to see the visions anymore. They are wrong.” Her mom cupped her face between her hands. “How can you say that? God is talking to you.”
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