We're from the same blood,
We have an unbreakable bond.
So many things I have to say,
And if i don't say it now,
There might not be a tomorrow.
To tell, how great it is to be here,
Like good old friends,
Think and say the same.
Like a city after an earthquake,
Like a river ran dry,
Like a torn off, dying flower,
Like a seed in the desert,
That wont grow,
Like the millions Hungarians,
Who are not heard by the world,
Like the tired wanderer,
Silently asking for some food,
Home, house, homeland, peace, he can't hope for anymore,
That's what we'll be like,
If you can't treasure what you have,
If you wont look after each other,
That's what we'll be like without you.
Though the point you can't understand, until you live desperate, hard years,
Let whatever happen while we live, and die,
We are from the same blood.
Though the point you can't understand, until you live desperate, hard years,
Let whatever happen while we live, and die,
We are from the same blood.
Condolence on the death of Kertész Imre. we lost a great soul
MP
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Indeed. Not everyone survived the Holocaust, and wrote about it. Thank you. Tho...We also had a poet.. read moreIndeed. Not everyone survived the Holocaust, and wrote about it. Thank you. Tho...We also had a poet, who was eventually executed, but his poems are all safe. Radnóti Miklós. look em up, maybe there are translations. :)
To those unheard
can I mention a line
" those unheard are sweetest"
Attila Jozsef, of course through Sinbad's youth the great Krudy and the "fateless" of Kertesz are widely read and discussed in my land and in my language as Imra Nagi was discussed.
It 's hasty to underestimate the readers' stretch
It will surpass all Euro- American gimmicks
Its words friend and it can be ignored
M P Ramesh
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
meaning what exactly?
8 Years Ago
....
Dear brother,
Like all "inside" and unlucky "outside" Hungarians.. read more....
Dear brother,
Like all "inside" and unlucky "outside" Hungarians,
We the so called "foreigners" are very much close and intimate
to "your" literary movements
(as it is a way of expression coming out from your psyche)
and being international citizens of writing dynasty
we also own their legacy.
we art the custodians of WORDS
NOTHING MORE
You can in the same way come out and own ours
Sorry to omit
Pushcas(I am not sure about the spelling)
is also much dearer to us
ah i see now. thank you very much.
and yes, Kertész Imre, survived the Holocaust, and he wro.. read moreah i see now. thank you very much.
and yes, Kertész Imre, survived the Holocaust, and he wrote about it. should i start with the awards he got, I'll be writing it till tomorrow morning. but to mention only two, the most important ones. The Kossuth Prize (Hungarian) and the Nobel prize in literature.
As for József Attilla, well he was an excellent poet, until he killed himself...
But I like Petõfi Sándor the most.
8 Years Ago
....,
Petofi
was translated and widely read in my language right in 1.. read more....,
Petofi
was translated and widely read in my language right in 1965
when a poet and modern thinker in Malayalam called M. Govindan visited Budapest for a world literary conference and made a great volume on Renaissance poetry called ASAN CENTENARY VOLUME (iN MEMEORY OF GREAT Malayalam poet name KUMARANASAN)
I MENTIONED PUSHKAS , THE FOOTBALL LEGEND FRIEND
MPR
8 Years Ago
the name... it's spelled Puskás.
and yes i know his entire career. i wish today's football t.. read morethe name... it's spelled Puskás.
and yes i know his entire career. i wish today's football team had a player like he was. lol.
though they say he was lazy to run.lol
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I love how you are so passionate about your country :) Gotta come see me in USA some day! We will sit at a bar, talk and drink, lol.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
the harder the world hits my country, and nation, and the more it hates us, the more I'm sticking to.. read morethe harder the world hits my country, and nation, and the more it hates us, the more I'm sticking to them .
Well, the video alone, without the singing crowd wouldn't mean too much to me, because I don't speak your language -yet-
But the ending made my heart race... The roaring power of so many, wanting to say the same.
Awesome work!
I like the free verse write... we connect to those we connect with, we like those that we like but we share the same blood with only so many. Be proud of who you are and whoever doesn't like it... too bad!
So many things I have to say,
And if i don't say it now,
There might not be a tomorrow.
To tell, how great it is to be here,
Like good old friends,
Think and say the same.
Like a city after an earthquake,
Like a river ran dry,
Like a torn off, dying flower,
Like a seed in the desert,
That wont grow,
Like the millions Hungarians,
Who are not heard by the world,
Like the tired wanderer,
Silently asking for some food,
Home, house, homeland, peace, he can't hope for anymore,
That's what we'll be like,
If you can't treasure what you have,
If you wont look after each other,
That's what we'll be like without you.
Though the point you can't understand, until you live desperate, hard years,
Let whatever happen while we live, and die,
We are from the same blood.
Though the point you can't understand, until you live desperate, hard years,
Let whatever happen while we live, and die,
We are from the same blood.
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