Lines of logic.
The web of surrounding reality is
never too loose to weave a comforting shelter,
so, any assumption may be
correct from a certain perspective.
If there are lines, they must have
a beginning, and certainly an end.
If this is so, there is also a reason and a purpose,
and all that does not fit our criteria of
observation might contradict us,
or is of no help.
In any case, the focus of our primary
concerns always has to do with
the mere sense of responsibility, and reality too.Nothing is more real
than two trees, planned to be removed soon,
for their shadows might easily penetrate
the shallow surface of our earlier assumptions.
They are in your heart in this very moment,
but will they still be there five minutes later,
tomorrow, or next week?by Levente Madarász
Nothing personal
I still remember each detail.
It is minus twenty, and I am there, nowhere.
Tracks are making their
calls in all directions from
under my skate.
White is everything, for it is January,
and I am alone again, of course,
quite uncertain. Is it peace
that I feel, or am I just afraid again?
No doubt, they must have been here
a few minutes ago, but they might
as well long have left me, I do not know.
No disclosures, no unfoldings,
I have been staring at the horizon in vain.But this is only a picture,
this is only a winter lake,
and I am just lazy on a Tuesday afternoon.
The freezing cold and that I am there
are things of the past.
It is a swiftly melting planet that is real,
it is only my fading memory at play.
Each way seems the right one,
this is why I would always remain
where I happen to be. For home is here,
home is there, finally, everywhere.
But if nothing to be followed,
my dear friend,
which way would you choose to take?by Levente Madarász
Gabor Kasza (born 1977) lives and works in Budapest, Hungary.