Those who were waiting home

Not knowing where he comes from and where he is going: Kata Dezső is an incomprehensible phenomenon. The Savior of the Writing Academy of the Forward garrison - 001 - plays with ease the radiant, upsetting poems that radiate emotions that are as serious as lead, yet seem to float on some sort of transcendent water. He does not cling to them; if necessary, you can easily rewrite or delete any of them and write another - a better one. It is often said that a book is ready when we cannot change a single word to the right. But in the case of Kata Dezső, this operation would generate a time labyrinth in Borges, so we would rather cut the Gordian knot in half and present the current cross-section of his poetry. "The cactus blooms once a year, right now."