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We celebrate the 100th birth anniversary of Miklós Radnóti  BUDAPEST The exhibition of the Petõfi Literature Museum can be visited from the 22nd of April, 2009.There are but a few Hungarian artists whose life and poetry are inseparable on such a level. Never did he distanced himself from the tragic circumstances of his birth; the motives of an ever growing sense of guilt, and his suffering considered to be just can be found in his poems. His origin contains the historical tragedy of his fate. I had nothing and never will I have anything Consider this rich fate for a moment… One the exhibition one can find the poet’s letters, family photos, the manuscripts of his first poems, scholar notifications and university indices, the memos from him written by his teachers, the confessions to his love- his wife, the original fragments from the Bori notebook… The letter of sociologist Sándor Szalai: “After so many doubt and fear we could start to have hope, and the power of his poems also suggested that Miklós must live, he does live and he will return. We heard controversial news up to now, and anew we have waited for him. And then, after several months have passed, a new newspaper titled New Life got into my hands with an objective warning: The relatives of the victims of the massacre on Abda are to report! Radnóti’s name was displayed in the twelfth line. This update has brought all our hopes to an end. In the village of Abda probably more than sixty labourers killed by Hungarian radicals were unearthed. These labourers were probably returning from Bor, and were left in Abda as ill, where they were killed by Hungarian poster children before the liberation came. This has been probably found out from the camp papers.  The Corpse was sent from a mass crypt at Abda to the graveyard at Gyõr in a simple board coffin case. In this coffin there were the remnants of Radnóti’s shattered body. We’ve lost him. He is to us; he is to the Hungarian future. And if some of us know what his work has meant to our whole culture and poetry, it would be good if those would grow in numbers who know: what does his poetry, his purity that remained till his death, means. His legacy is an outstanding example of our whole nation’s moral and social heritage. We lost him, all of us who live have lost him. This is not only blame, but blaming ourselves: something to be dealt with personally by any one of us. Have I done everything for him? We must ask ourselves this question as clearly as possible. The more cruel truth we come up with in the process, the less chance there is for us to be overwhelmed by social sized lies, cowardice and fascism! It was him who gave us this wisdom. It is a hard gift, almost unbearable, but it is a coward who does not burden it.” To what does the Bori notebook teach us? It teaches us to the modest love of the land. Even when the official state has denied him almost everything, even when it threw him as a prey, he embraced the seemingly unreachable pictures of home and land both awake and in his dreams. It was this homeland that attracted him, as well as those gentle old nights; Fanni, with all the pain and gifts both beautiful and cruel. His homeland, for in the end it was the only thing left: his mother tongue, his final shelter and encouragement. Only this poetic language has left to express his love and loyalty. In the days before his death he wrote and said that he indeed cannot know what does the homeland mean to other people; but now we know what it meant to him while going to school, or while going to his death. We can hardly now a love more moving, gentle or true towards one’s homeland. Bookmark us: 
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