Ervin Lázár is the creator of a genre we may safely call
Central European folk surrealism, which takes on the quality of a
hallucinatory exploration into that part of the soul where beauty, hope,
and yearning live in close proximity with the harsh realities of life.
At last here is someone who, instead of musing over the wonders of Berlin, London and New York, takes the trouble to visit godforsaken parts of Eastern Europe such as Bukovina, Galicia or Backa – places in Romania, Ukraine or Serbia. The tattered jewel box rather than the glamorous one.
"If for several centuries we all have to be jointly and uniformly silent about the body, this means that we need to be silent about a number of other ramifications, too. This means we expose ourselves to some truly dangerous things."
"Colorful canvases stretched taut between wooden frames!... Allah, help me, I thought, these are paintings! Kasim bey had not burned them when he occupied the castle. Why not?" - Excerpts from Viktor Horváth's 2012 European Union Prize-winning novel.
Since 1964, Hungary has celebrated the Day of Poetry each year on 11 April, the birthday of Attila József, whom many Hungarians consider their greatest poet of the 20th century. On this occasion, Litera asked some poets to define what we talk about when we talk about poetry.