Szikszai Károly

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Godot Gallery cordially invites you.

Károly Szikszai

Repetitive

for the exhibition titled

Opening: 19 June 2014 · 20:00

Opening: Noémi Szabó, art historian

During the opening the following will be played: Kopasz Tamás, Gaál József, Árvai György, Mixed Music Playback.

Open: From Tuesday to Friday until July 12, from 9 to 14. On Saturday between 10 and 13.

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Károly Szikszai:

No matter how you translate the disc

A view from the lookout tower

On paper the soul's pink quotations

If you look down with a black bug in your eye.

From the coffin high

And the endless blood …

For every attempt to explain radio news you still fail.

Word crumbs hint at the edge of the mouth.

The paper inflates under my hand.

Vitamin bonding of nuts soaked in milk

I sent a pink soul handkerchief to a loaf of bread

Náthában, a garatvörös lecke, coiled.

He murmurs from the dream, brushing his face with a tango‑harmonica.

Music powder smokes

An archaeology school in the fiery blaze of burnt lakes

Our martyred bottles rest in alcoves of patriotism

Broken hair strand bundles show the time

Various shiny wire cages glitter beside a counter.

A sparkling bell protects Bélsárvár.

Grease drips from its onions, its smell

He would call flies to the corner of his mouth. Tied to an asparagus.

Ecetfányi verebet röptet éppen,

Twelve pairs of gazes talk about freedom

Carving a smile line on their beaks, the sky

a hands‑weary morning shows itself: golden colour

the servants whine, then

raise the dove from the picture,

thumbs a must, cup pigeon back.

Then he spreads his own bread.

S is tied to a crib for a single nudge.

To the city.

When the sun is out, glass panels glimmer brighter and lie.

(1984-2014)

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