Kalisto Tanzi Elza:Â Together we ate grapes and washed them down with pink wine. The next day I discovered a damp grape stalk in my pocket. It looked like an…
Mum is a proletarian, that is, she was a proletarian before she married my father. Proletarianism is a complicated thing; a man can lose it on account of an…
FOOTSTEPS IN THE ROOMS 1 In the most difficult days, when he no longer knew what to do, he used to whisper: Mother, Mother! And yet he knew that she was no longer…
RIVERS OF BABYLON (Leseprobe) Der Heizer wacht morgens mit einem solchen Hass in der Seele auf, dass es ihm den Appetit verschlägt. Er räkelt sich auf der…
The poetry of Miroslav Válek is not difficult to assess, identify with, accept with reservations or, for any reason, to refuse. For what Válek did in poetry can…
Sixteen years have lapsed since the death of Miroslav Válek. This poet was among the first who had crossed the Rubicon of schematic writing, and started writing…
