A Journey in Eastern Estonia Outside the front door, a crowd of rowdy transvestites were passing by. They had bottles of beer in their hands. One of them vomited against the wall. Another told us they were from London, English lads visiting Tallinn for a stag party. We had not asked. We had not needed […]| Hungarian Review
The Wind Has Entered My Room A szél jött be szobámba The wind has entered my room, and it talks to me.From the wind the answer comes into my labyrinth,the rustle of the leaves? The poet of old?To whom the wind talked once, and now he speaks To me, that I may pass his sentence […]| Hungarian Review
Words quarrel, ideas clash, truths hide, theories mislead, deadlines have seized strategic chokepoints threatening paralysis, supplies of semicolons have failed to arrive on time, metaphors and similes are suspected of being enemy agents, irony and litotes have changed the road signs sending the unwary in the wrong directions, and all is confusion in the fog […]| Hungarian Review