Missa Bestialis

By Attila F. Balazs

It was translated in: slovakian, Czech, slovenian, French, Albanian, swedish, english, serbian, Romanian and German.
“to Attila F. Balázs, poetry represents a manifestation of the individual’s resistance and the lucid “chronical” of hypothesis (either theatrical prefabricated or genuine) adopted by the one who is caught without his will in the decayed texture of the social game.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Libros Libertad Publishing
• Release date: Sep 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311482792

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Ruined City

Behind the Scenes

Stigma

Still life

Everything is a Stage

Excitement

The Epitaph of Caligula

Gordian Knot

Vision I

Vision II

Nolitania

Euphoria

October

Immeasurable in Time

Where He Frees Himself

Summer

De Toto Corpore

Broken Bread

Prayer

Destiny

Poison Glass

Relative of Death

Chorus

August Snowfall

Terrible Game

Make a Choice

On the Altar of Grass

Endless Waiting

I Miss You

And Once More About Love

When Our Shadows Don’t Grow

Antecedent

Actor’s Monologue

The World I Have Arrived From

De Profundis

Concrete Plans

Beyond Walls

Naked Knights

Black Spot in the Sun

Missa Bestialis

Something Is Still Missing

The Way He Tells His Lover

Purify Yourself through Love

Words

Sisyphus Betrayed

Confession in an Empty Confessional

Proclamation (of ) a New Generation

The Peculiarity of Absence

The Poet Has Died

Style and Symmetry

Time Heaps Up

Exploded Aquarium

The Tree Is Singing

seven

eleven

twenty

twenty-seven

twenty-nine

thirty-one

thirty-three

thirty-five

forty-eight

Biography of the Poet

Translator’s Biography

Copyright

Copyright 2015 by Libros Libertad Publishing Ltd.

All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or other-wise, without the written prior permission of the publisher.

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Libros Libertad Publishing Ltd.

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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Balázs, Attila F., 1954- [Missa bestialis. English]

Missa Bestialis / Attila F. Balázs ; translation by Lucia Gorea.

Translation of: Missa bestialis.

Poems. Includes index.

ISBN 978-1-926763-38-5 (bound)

I. Title. II. Title: Missa bestialis. English

PC840.12.A43M5813 2015 859’.134 C2015-900869-7

Edited by Manolis Aligizakis

The Front Cover image by Béla Balázs

Cover Design by AB-ART Printed and bound in Canada

E-book formatting by; www.spicabookdesign.com

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in my room of 2x4 from stolen bridges old stuff i gathered up: centenary bowls

jugs combers ancient painted and carved pots clocksinkpots mortars

pestles cowbells skewerswere all aligned in my collection and of course my favorite books that

at every move i carefully packed

in my own disorder logically elaborated i could not stand another’s meddling

i sent away the girl who diligently

and in good faith tended the house then in the sluggish trap of silence

i kept waiting for something that i have never been

able to give a name to i just fluttered above its waves

the seashell’s intuition whispers

Ruined City

Where’s the city in which i came across that day in January

stranger in the labyrinth of identical pathways

i seek names of streets

highways that once stuck to my feet: Bod Péter, Damjanich, Kosztolányi, erkel, Martinovics,

Gyulai, Kossuth, Móricz, Csokonai,

Katona, Mikes, Kisfaludy, Mikszáth, tinódi, Berzsenyi, eötvös, szigligeti, Kölcsey, Fadrusz, Deák, Balassi – they vanished from under our feet

in the corners new street names

succede through the flaccid city no longer mine

on Csoma sándor’s statue dishevelled turtle-doves plume and shit there

alas, they put the white on his eye

they blind the immortal standing eternally at attention hey, hey

swallows and Balkan turtle-doves in the

central market

in the lustreless luxor

in parks in new buildings and abandoned

homes they build their nests cuckoo, go away and search for

your home homeless in two homelands

once this city was mine for i was born here

it was wonderful and untainted

i remember

you should remember as well to be forgiven

for only this