Peach Twilight

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Pavol Rogáľ is drinking
the apple wine.

He is probably ashamed of parents,
that's why he's going a little bit
lower,

he's sitting down on another gravestone.

Tonight

Tonight
the wind was soughing
furiously –
as though the sea was howling outside,
that loyal Jefferson's puppy,
stones as the sea animals
walked into the water...

Tonight the wind was storming,
medieval packs of wolves
were going around my body,
their jaws chattered, the wolves threatened.

But I was not afraid –
as when a fallen soldier is grasping the grass
I was grasping your daydream,
and smiling forever.

Night

That was a bad night.
Cur dogs were howling
into my heart,
somebody tormented me
by crying from inside
and he called on someone,
who was quietly walking
around a deserted house.

 

Radovan Brenkus

Poetry of Hudák is about seeing the crazy music, about restless, torturing nights, desperate night phone calls with an unknown voice, about searching for water in times of greatest thirst as well as about boozing, so that nothingness as a first-hand experience could get a man out of lethargy, so that it would be somehow possible to experience the happiness. Poet as an observer turns everything upside down, and even if he paralyzes the readerʼs expectations, he leads him to catharsis just like Kahloʼs paintings, in which the modifications of particularly pessimistic backgrounds show the innocence of likeliness, inability of having a sovereign control of own inside – and in this way the poetry par excellence is created.

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