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For women who live alone
Blunt knives.
On the edge of the bathtub when taking a bubble bath
small candles are lit
They look at them in the light
Their beautiful naked bodies
Then they close their eyes
And then together again
They are with someone.
The above lines could not have been written by anyone other than András Lovasi, one of the greatest poets of our time. The fate of women living alone in a bubble bath comes to the fore in the album Little Star’s Blunt Knives, drawing a precise psychology of the ever-expanding sociological phenomenon.
But Lovasi is gender compatible, not critical and not even simply sympathetic, female loneliness has a rock-hard male counterpart and no less painful. It sucks to be alone, the male “lead” sings with his undeserved simplicity, and by that he means not only the loneliness of a relationship, love, but being alone in the world without friends.
“Standing on a windswept peak,
Of course there are not that many peaks
To do everything solitary ”.
In addition to the text of the Male Loneliness issue, I’m Not Ashamed, the book is full of naked male bellies. Flat, pear-shaped, hairy, naked. Anyway, one way or another. But even this damn loneliness cannot be such that the strong man (woman, man) does not come to the following conclusion.
Let’s say it’s ok at first
They’re doing a couple vascular songs
That “where are you?” And “when are you coming for me?”
And “how come nobody wants?”
But in the meantime, it’s secretly there
The thing is that I don’t want
Just to be with someone
Because i’m so lonely
To this is added the sometimes psychedelic and smoky alter rock of the Little Star, the sometimes cathartic power of the unity of the music and the lyrics with the quote.
For the album released in spring, a fairy tale, Lovasi’s Tale, with the wonderful album of the painter Zsolt Vetlényi, which would be euphemistic to call an illustration. The correct term is fictional music. The story of the girl who imagines herself a princess is the subject of this publication, a kind of alternative poetic experiment in prose.
A story about a girl from Zugló, with whom her mother told her from the beginning that Elvis was dead and that she had been dead for a long time when she was born.
The girl’s story expands on a billboard, a pandemic poster: “The theaters slowly closed, or there they danced, the actors only told each other hitting texts and the writers who still lived in flats and barns.” Added to this is a collection of portraits of contemporary Hungarian writers, from Krisztina Tóth, Péter Esterházy to György Spiró and Ádám Nádasdy, also from Vetlényi’s “pen.”
And the issue of inevitable death cannot be ignored either: “By then, it had become common for the most serious patients in hospitals to die, especially during major epidemics. It was a kind of humanism winking. “
So far, poetry. But this does not come with dark drawings, not printed, but full of color, full of miracles, full of fairy tales, graphic-painter drawings by Zsolt Vetlényi, handwritten texts, small pockets and headphones, cards and stickers, flowers and animals drawn and printed on tracing paper. miracle of bookbinding. Fitting with the Lovasi story, but much more joyous, creating a separate world. Perhaps what a single woman dreams of when she is with someone in the bathtub. Once the reality is much bleaker and his knives are not sharpened by anyone.
Are there with someone
Who can’t be here right now?
Or because they have a wife
Such was the case with Brad Pitt,
Or because he died
Or because you don’t feel like it
Sharp knife all night
The blade remains dull.
Blunt Knives is not a CD, it is not a storybook, it is not a collection of lyrics, nor is it an album of illustrations. Tompa Knives is fabulous music, book of sunlight with András Lovasi, Kiscsillag, in 250 numbered copies.
(Cover image: András Lovasi. Photo: Index)
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