The Hungarian Student, 1958 (2. évfolyam, 1-7. szám)
1958 / 7. szám
2 The Hungarian Student If You Continue Musing on the Thought By Joseph Bakucz If you continue musing on the thought, lighting a cigarette, leaning hack—of who went off, and why they marched under the earth, and turn it over in your mind starting, say, with gas chambers, and some of the ones the bullet or rope were for.. . whom the cold lime-throat would swallow, afterwards—and then continue with that list— if you continue musing on the thought including those mad fates, who go on snipping and clipping off all our silver threads, whose scissors clatter— what does that remind you of— while the fan turns, and it pecks the pearls of your forehead to bits of ice and the smoke comes irregularly from your throat: you continue musing on the thought. And you continue musing on the thought even in dreams when the earth suddenly begins to moan, and the clock stops, and you can see up in the cold void their indifferent eyes, set off into it and suddenly, although your throat gets quite dry you realize and name, at last, what is tattooed into the infant’s palm by the whole age, the primitive sign “—violent death— (Translated by Michael Benedikt)
