Csendkvantumok c. verseskönyve

Like a poet lifting photons from the vacuum, you can almost hear the silence, feel the zero-degree density of existence, the power of a continuum, the countable and the uncountable infinity, which is home, when the cogs are running on the free green. Grief and the filled seasons narrow the author’s speech to the reader’s sharp, key focus, to the common pilgrims. The landscape changes, but the background is always the same: from the distinctions that divide, to the mouths that connect, to the world that nourishes and carves things and words. The courtyard of life is filled with things and memories that squeeze existence, the earth groans around the bomb funnels. And the traveller packs and travels, from the all-powerful beauty-waiting point of view, knowing that less is more and there is so much, on the endless. That this is our lot and our chance. We exist. Laura Garavaglia’s presence is on the prowl. Let’s go home, to the core of being.”

Halmosi Sándor