A Hermit Has No Plural

¬† ¬†Gabor Gyukics’s poems are feeling-full collages of good will, irony, and historical wariness. Those who know nothing of Hungarian poetry, will find in English a familiar but unusually passionate universe, kin to other great East European surreal wisdom-wells, but different also because the totemic animal of the Magyars is the horse (Pegasus).
Andrei Codrescu, Editor, Exquisite Corpse, and NPR commentator

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