Korpa Tamás - A lombhullásról egy júliusi tölggyel

"Have you ever seen a will tree in a hailstorm?" Tamás Korpa knows one. As he knows all the trees of the Szádelő Valley, from memory and imagination. But he interrogates not only them, but also an abandoned military bunker in the Slovak Karst, an ice cave or even the Blatnica stream. His defining question this time is where the language is rooted. And in the dense branching system of his third volume, there is silence and leaf noise, whispering, suspended speech. The senses will slowly become uncertain: what is human and what is beyond human? My shadow on the ground, for example? How much can be understood from the splashing water? How does the oak shed its leaves when no one is watching? And what is human, can I trust unconditionally? "I know of no trap more heartbreaking than double vision."
Tamás Korpa's sensitive and daring poetry is also a heart-wrenching trap, which is worth walking into, while "a shadow, with its second self, follows you".