Over the past few months I have been pleasantly surprised and extremely impressed by the esteem with which most Hungarians hold poetry. Poets' names grace streets and buildings all over the country; statues of national and, occassionally foreign poets, stand in squares and parks in many cities and towns. In addition to that, verses frequently find their way into daily discourse and discussion. Ask the average Hungarian to name five Hungarian poets and they will do so with ease. Simply put, poetry is still very much alive in this place. It is interwoven into the fabric of the culture and its people and it has been a truly refreshing and invigorating thing to experience.
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Blogs/Sites I Read
Bruce Charlton's Notions
Meeting the Masters
From The Narrow Desert
The Postil Magazine
William Arkle Blog
Twisting the Tail of the Cosmos