Tibor Honty

The poem is lonely… Paul Celan / Tibor Honty

The poem holds its ground, if you will permit me yet another extreme formulation, the poem holds its ground on its own margin. In order to endure, it constantly calls and pulls itself back from an “already-no-more” into a “still-here”. This “still-here” can only mean speaking. Not language as such, but responding and – not … Continue reading →