from Hurrah, It Burns! | Pavol Janik (fragments) 2. Seasonal poets, occasional critics and café day labourers dissolve their cheques books and shirts in their morning coffee in the hope of more rational sugars Together with working hours and other assets of the state bank we flow reliably nowhere only interrupted by the occasional capture of a Slovak … [Read more...]
Indian Literature Review | Author Profile |Pavol Janik, PhD., was born in 1956 in Bratislava, where he also studied film and television dramaturgy and scriptwriting at the Academy of Performing Arts. He has worked at the Ministry of Culture (1983-87), in the media and in advertising. President of the Slovak Writers' Society (2003-07) and the Secretary-General of the SWS (1998-2003, 2007-2013). He has received a number of awards for his literary and advertising work both in his own country and abroad. This virtuoso of Slovak literature, Pavol Janik, is poet, dramatist, prose writer, translator, publicist and copywriter. His literary activities focus mainly on poetry.
At the beginning it was like a dream. She said: “Have at least one dream with me. You’ll see – it’ll be a dream which you’ve never dreamt about before.” Descend deeper with me, dream from the back, dream retrospectively in a labyrinth of mirrors which leads nowhere. The moment you come to the beginning of nothing you’ll dream an exciting dream. Frame it … [Read more...]
I, You, He And someone else … - the fourth like a dimension, the fifth a season in the year, the sixth like a sense, the seventh like a continent. the eighth like a day of the week, the ninth like a point of an octagon, the tenth like Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, the eleventh like a commandment, the twelfth like a football player, the thirteenth like an … [Read more...]