Back to the sun

"Only the middle of the sky is dark" - this is the line that begins Anna Terék's new poetry collection. The volume seems to radiate from that darkness, from that black hole where the sun once shone. The poems, written in the constellation of lack, draw around the private mythology of the fragmented personality. The poem, like photography, does not record, but recreates the past, the dark middle of the sky, where everything is visible in its reflection, the man, the woman and the impersonal third. However, the volume is not a drag, but rather a pull, giving strength, encouraging you to face the blinding darkness, to step onto the ice of the frozen Siberian Lake Baikal. Who do the poems address? Whose silent scream is it? If the reader hears this sound even once, the ice will crack under their feet. The poems will be like their own shadow, which darkens with its back to the sun. After her memorable volume Dead Women, Anna Terék has come up with another serious piece, which is transformed into a real library by the characteristic illustrations of her permanent creative partner, László Antal." Roland Orcsik "The city is a giant whale, terror trembles in its heart, because the ocean is far away, the sea is far away, and you are just as far from me, hidden by the earth. And even if I lie on the other side of the same earth, I cannot scrape you out of the stomach of a single whale." (Fölissza anyway)