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In a barren hour..

I’m Lonesome.
Sorely.
My tears overflowing.
I let it slide.
Oilcloth on my desk,
Paring a song slackly,
Scruny, pathetic fellow, me.
Me, me.
And lonesome i am on the face of earth.

by Árpád Tóth (1913)

In a surrealist year...

of sandwichmen and sunbathers
dead sunflowers and live telephones
house-broken politicos with party whips
performed as usual
in the ring of their sawdust circuses
where tumblers and human cannonballs
filled the air like cries
when some cool clown
pressed an inedible mushroom button
and an inaudible Sunday bomb
fell down
catching the president at his prayers
on the 19th green

O it was a spring
of fur leaves and cobalt flowers
when cadillacs fell thru the trees like rain
drowning the meadows with madness
while out of every imitation cloud
dropped myriad wingless crowds
of nutless nagasaki survivors
And lost teacups
full of our ashes
floated by

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Phenomenon


A cork which happened to differ in nothing from any other cork
(calling himself Sándor G. Hirt, but what does a name mean? a
name means nothing), has fallen into the water. For a time,
as expected, it kept floating on the surface, but then a
strange thing happened. It started to sink slowly, and
lowered to the bottom…and never came back again.

There is no explanation.

by István Örkény

An animal looks out from the stable in Betlehem

Hc3

Landscape with two men

.............Hh6
.............Hg4
.............Hf6
.............Hh7
c5...........Hg5
c6...........He6
c7...........Hd8

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Road to Damascus

Now, when, just the same, as always,
it's time to.

by Dezső Tandori -1973-