Smartphone on the Sunday Table…
Smartphone on the Sunday table. It’s all laid out. Spiders are crawling from underground. They desire your Beauty. Their names are Pride, Hate and Avarice. The web they spin is strong. Like our business relationship. In reality they own us. But you don’t know that yet. You still dream of Glory. Of monetizing Beauty. Of […]
Smartphone on the Sunday Table…
Smartphone on the Sunday table. It’s all laid out. Spiders are crawling from underground. They desire your Beauty. Their names are Pride, Hate and Avarice. The web they spin is strong. Like our business relationship. In reality they own us. But you don’t know that yet. You still dream of Glory. Of monetizing Beauty. Of […]
Faith as True and Constructive Knowledge
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, conviction of things not seen.” Letters of Paul to the Hebrews, Chapter 11 Verse 1. “Faith means that one believes what one does not yet see. The reward of faith is that one will see what one believes.” St. Augustine “Faith demands a great deal because […]
Faith as True and Constructive Knowledge
“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, conviction of things not seen.” Letters of Paul to the Hebrews, Chapter 11 Verse 1. “Faith means that one believes what one does not yet see. The reward of faith is that one will see what one believes.” St. Augustine “Faith demands a great deal because […]
Desire As a Source of Suffering and Progress
Raise your hand if you have not been drilled from an early age to control, tame, conceal, or completely mortify your desires. From time immemorial, the principle of delayed gratification has been instilled in children since– by family, school, society, and literature. When I was very young, various child-rearing schools of thought in Czechoslovakia actually […]
Desire As a Source of Suffering and Progress
Raise your hand if you have not been drilled from an early age to control, tame, conceal, or completely mortify your desires. From time immemorial, the principle of delayed gratification has been instilled in children since– by family, school, society, and literature. When I was very young, various child-rearing schools of thought in Czechoslovakia actually […]
I translated at least 50 Native American poets
Hungarian poet and translator Gábor Gyukics talks about leaving Hungary in the 80s as a political refugee, his time living, writing and publishing in the US, and his years of translating Native American poetry. Sándor Jászberényi: You left Hungary in 1986. Where did you go? Gábor Gyukics.: Yes, I left Hungary in 1986, I […]
I translated at least 50 Native American poets
Hungarian poet and translator Gábor Gyukics talks about leaving Hungary in the 80s as a political refugee, his time living, writing and publishing in the US, and his years of translating Native American poetry. Sándor Jászberényi: You left Hungary in 1986. Where did you go? Gábor Gyukics.: Yes, I left Hungary in 1986, I […]
the white-collar inhabitants of this globe will seriously mull over anything unworthy that does not affect their daily routines even if it let’s them fall headfirst into a manhole that won’t ever regurgitate them in vain they frown with relentless minds or goggle at the particular absence of some staggering objects which might pull them […]
harvesting his memory right after he was arrested without hearing the Miranda warning his case was accelerated by two nocturnal detectives ambling from sidewalk to sidewalk luminescing nothing except their boredom and indifference towards the man they picked out of the crowd believing he committed a crime they didn’t know nothing about yet the man […]
“You’ll end up in hell, you Antichrists,” Granny Zuzana would scold the boys whenever they did anything wrong. Putting four more buchty into the pot to steam, she’d inevitably notice that two from earlier had disappeared. “They’re lively lads,” Grandad Martin would say, smiling genially. “Antichrists like you, more like,” retorted the old woman, fired […]
Faith
Imagine our ancestors, millennia ago, roaming the wilderness. Painting a cave, chipping a stone, gazing into the fire. What faith means to them we cannot know but undoubtedly: they did believe in something. In their ability to confront deadly beasts, to trust their fellow humans, to forge alliances… that they and their children might survive another day.
We revisit a scene from Josephus Flavius’ account of what he called, in his famous history, the war of the Jews. We find ourselves with Marcus Atius, who has welcomed a party traveling with the body of Aristobulus in search of honey to preserve the corpse until it can be sent to the Jews for […]
He turned the ignition key. The concealed cameras showed him his immediate surroundings via the screen on the dashboard. The red Alfa Romeo to the left belonged to the lady next door, whom he had once quite fancied, while the Škoda on the other side meant nothing. He reversed out of their embrace without triggering […]
Czech writer Tomáš Zmeškal on how Czech society reflects on its history, and whether perceptions of ethnic and racial minorities have changed. Jolyon Naegele: The son of a Congolese father and a Czech mother, you were born and grew up in communist Czechoslovakia before leaving the country for the UK in 1987 at the […]
In a foreword to our Ukrainian women poets, Olesya Khromeychuk & Uilleam Blacker ask, how can faith, hope, and love live in a space of pain? Fides, Spes, Caritas—the story tells us—were young girls, martyred in front of their mother, Sophia. They were ordered to forgo their belief and, instead, to accept one imposed […]