Trains found


There has been sale in the libraries of Budapest, they are liquidating the float of the 60s to 90s, the main stock of the libraries of my childhood. Someday someone will badly miss these books. Already now I have to browse through little suburban libraries for books which twenty years ago there were on every bookshelf – what will do somebody who after twenty more years will want to know what we had read in that odd period?

I also bought seven bulky Czechoslovakian photo albums, for three euros all in all. Two about Bohemia and five about Eastern Slovakia. They have the stamp kézikönyvtár, reference library on the first page, so they have not left the library for forty-fifty years since they arrived to Hungary, they are now squinting in the strong sunshine. Nevertheless they must have had their prehistory, for some of them have an inscription in a peculiar mixture of Czech and Hungarian: Mĕstská Knihovna aj. – Gift of the City Library.


The albums include many modern factories and blocks of flats, many Socialist monuments – we will organize an exhibition post for them –, many nature photos of a popular romanticism. And many, many jewels. Villages and peasants since then disappeared, street views suspended in time for fifty years, old towns photographed with an already unknown black and white sensitivity.  Subjects where the photographer – because these albums were made by good photographers – could relax and photograph what he liked to photograph.

In the album Střední Čechy, Central Bohemia by Jiří and Ivan Doležal for example there are, wedged between the landscapes of Neveklov and the castles of Sázava, eight unnumbered and uncaptioned pictures of a subtle etude on the railway in the manner of Josef Sudek, somewhere on the Czech fields of the 70s. These eight photos tell about Bohemia of those years everything that could not be told in a full album. They have in themselves Menzel’s closely watched trains, Věra Chytilová’s trains clattering along the modern housing estates, Hrabal’s trains standing for months on a provincial side-track while the Prussian royal library rescued in them from Königsberg gets fully soaked. The loneliness and sense of loss one always felt in post-68 Czechoslovakia kde se zastavil čas, but also that sensitivity, creativity and humor which always gave reason for hope.

A hóba-fagyba dermedt ország
sok éve nem látott napot,
a koromsetét éjszakában
fáznak az árva csillagok.
Didergő tájak csontkeményen
derengenek a holdsütésben,
s az éjszakai ég alatt
sötéten világít a fagy.

Ember csak néha-néha mozdul,
gyereknép csúszkál a havon,
kóbor kutyák árnyéka surran,
kering, megáll, továbboson.
Meggyújtják odabenn a gyertyát,
remeg a gyenge világosság,
nagyokat pislogat a láng,
sehogy se látja a szobát.
The country frozen in snow and ice
for years has not seen the sun
the orphan stars are shivering
in the night that is black as soot.
Quivering landscapes, white as bones
are looming in the moonlight
and under the sky of night
the frost shines with a dark light

Only rarely moves a person
children sliding about on the snow
shadows of stray dogs sneaking, stopping,
lurking around, slipping away.
The candle is lit inside the house
the weak light is shivering
every then and now a large blinking
in no way it can see the room


János Pilinszky: The sun-haired princess (detail)









3 comentarios:

Effe dijo...

Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
Bellissime memorie, ogni immagine è molte storie. Chissà verso quali luoghi hanno portato, quelle strade.
Alcune fotografie mi ricordano le copertine scelte per i numeri di una rivista letteraria online che conducevo anni fa. In particolare questa
http://www.sacripante.it/archive/box.asp?4_1024.jpg#
e quella dell'ultimo numero
http://www.sacripante.it/default.asp

Studiolum dijo...

Elles ont fondu, heureusement.

Che belle foto, sotto il segno del re di Circassia. E che buena rivista, alla prima vista (e speriamo anche alle ri-viste che farò presto).

Effe dijo...

(parlando di riviste e di voci da molti mondi, mi permetto allora di segnalare quest'altra esperienza, miliore della prima, che ho condotto più di recente:
http://www.buran.it/IL_CIBO/splash.htm)
Continuo a guardare le foto del tuo post, e mi piacciono moltissimo, perché parlano tutte di un altrove; c'è sempre un luogo, una distanza, una strada che la fotografia non mostra ma suggerisce. Anche nell'ultima foto, con quella barriera che sembra voler fermare l'inarrestabile dilagare del nulla a perdita d'occhio.
Spero in altre foto come queste.