Dezső Kata - Akiket hazavártak

It is not known where it comes from and where it is going: Kata Dezső is an incomprehensible phenomenon. The savior of the Forward Garrison Writing Academy ‒ 001 ‒ writes with playful ease her disturbing poems radiating radioactive emotions, which are heavy as lead, yet seem to float on some kind of transcendent water. He does not cling to them; if necessary, he easily overwrites or erases any of them, and writes another - a better one. They say a book is ready when we can't change any of its words. But in the case of Kata Dezső, this operation would generate a Borgesian time labyrinth, so we rather cut the Gordian knot in two and present the current cross-section of her poetry. "The cactus blooms once a year, right now."