World dust

I inherited this watched poppy-colored sweater from my step-grandmother I was sent by her son from Augsburg she was a mill fitter on plates the cream a row he ate a row i after every row baking soda the flour said up to an agg august embracing the copper sieve on which every ten minutes a swan went through the flour the noblest material in the world i also wrote in flour wrote to zero when once out of punishment locked in the speiz (in the morning the mice put out the punctuation) I got this 45 boots for my name day somehow all so big I want blue baby cloth baby powder between my legs and this bag has hot salt Prize-winning poet and writer was born in 1940 fed in Hungarian anise. He lives in Palić (Serbia). The epoch-making peak performance of Hungarian literature in Yugoslavia, World Dust, could not be published in Hungary or become part of the Hungarian literary canon in 1980 due to the Iron Curtain, which was still closing. The reborn World Dust invites the reader on an exploratory expedition: how the linguistic desert of our destroyed and perishing worlds will become a new opportunity shining in a thousand colors through poetic alchemy: pollen. The first volume of Ottó Tolnai's world series of world dust at Jelenkor Publishing House.