Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
This project is a tribute to one of the most monumental figures of Hungarian literature, Győző Határ. To me, he is more than a writer; he is an intellectual demigod, a master of language and thought whose life’s work fills me with profound awe.
A true polymath—architect, philosopher, poet, and global citizen—Határ preserved and reinvented the richest layers of the Hungarian language even through decades of exile. In this spoken word experiment, I sought to support the power of his poem Csillagállat with the meditative, deep pulse of Dub and Deep House, while honoring the unquestionable weight of his words.
This jam is the result of a personal dialogue: the meeting of my reverence for the Master and the world of electronic sound.
CSILLAGÁLLAT
vaj ki ő és merre van hazája?
haza még a nyelv a pirinyó
ha nem éri három milliárdja
mit karattyol a tízmillió?
kísértete nem-is-létezőnek
nyelv – az elvágott köldökzsinór!
félhet jajgathat megilletődhet
holtraválhat halottaiból.
ez a lélek süketnémasága
Michelangelo ha megvakul
tapogatja – orra füle szája –
nem is márvány csak egy karfiol
igen elhagy elhagy a teremtés
partok áramok világaim!
emberzsongás sújtó tengerrengés
őrlő emberőrlő malmaim
leragasztott szájam vaj mit érlel
földnélküli talpam – seregem
szárnyam! világtalan útlevéllel
nem hazám: világom se legyen
ne világpolgár! csak csillagállat
lüktető medúza test legyek:
útlan-útlevéllel csillagának
példázatban él s meredőn lebeg
STAR-ANIMAL
who is he and where lies his homeland?
home still the language – the tiny one –
if its three billion do not reach it
what does the ten million clatter?
ghost of the not-even-existing,
language – the severed umbilical cord!
it may fear, may keen, may stand-struck,
may death-turn from its own dead.
this is the soul’s deaf-muteness:
Michelangelo – if he goes blind –
groping – nose ear mouth –
not marble anymore, only cauliflower.
yes it leaves me, leaves – the creation,
shores, currents, my worlds!
human-anguish, sea-shaking blow,
my grinding, man-grinding mills.
my sealed mouth – what does it ripen?
my landless sole – my army –
my wing! with world-blind passport
let not homeland: nor world be mine.
not world-citizen! only star-animal,
let me be pulsing medusa-body:
with roadless-passport to its star
living as parable and starkly afloat.
Made With:
Waldorf XTK
Elektron Analog Four MKI & MKII
Synthstrom Deluge
BOSS RC-505 MK1
Strymon BigSky
This project is a tribute to one of the most monumental figures of Hungarian literature, Győző Határ. To me, he is more than a writer; he is an intellectual demigod, a master of language and thought whose life’s work fills me with profound awe.
A true polymath—architect, philosopher, poet, and global citizen—Határ preserved and reinvented the richest layers of the Hungarian language even through decades of exile. In this spoken word experiment, I sought to support the power of his poem Csillagállat with the meditative, deep pulse of Dub and Deep House, while honoring the unquestionable weight of his words.
This jam is the result of a personal dialogue: the meeting of my reverence for the Master and the world of electronic sound.
CSILLAGÁLLAT
vaj ki ő és merre van hazája?
haza még a nyelv a pirinyó
ha nem éri három milliárdja
mit karattyol a tízmillió?
kísértete nem-is-létezőnek
nyelv – az elvágott köldökzsinór!
félhet jajgathat megilletődhet
holtraválhat halottaiból.
ez a lélek süketnémasága
Michelangelo ha megvakul
tapogatja – orra füle szája –
nem is márvány csak egy karfiol
igen elhagy elhagy a teremtés
partok áramok világaim!
emberzsongás sújtó tengerrengés
őrlő emberőrlő malmaim
leragasztott szájam vaj mit érlel
földnélküli talpam – seregem
szárnyam! világtalan útlevéllel
nem hazám: világom se legyen
ne világpolgár! csak csillagállat
lüktető medúza test legyek:
útlan-útlevéllel csillagának
példázatban él s meredőn lebeg
STAR-ANIMAL
who is he and where lies his homeland?
home still the language – the tiny one –
if its three billion do not reach it
what does the ten million clatter?
ghost of the not-even-existing,
language – the severed umbilical cord!
it may fear, may keen, may stand-struck,
may death-turn from its own dead.
this is the soul’s deaf-muteness:
Michelangelo – if he goes blind –
groping – nose ear mouth –
not marble anymore, only cauliflower.
yes it leaves me, leaves – the creation,
shores, currents, my worlds!
human-anguish, sea-shaking blow,
my grinding, man-grinding mills.
my sealed mouth – what does it ripen?
my landless sole – my army –
my wing! with world-blind passport
let not homeland: nor world be mine.
not world-citizen! only star-animal,
let me be pulsing medusa-body:
with roadless-passport to its star
living as parable and starkly afloat.
Made With:
Waldorf XTK
Elektron Analog Four MKI & MKII
Synthstrom Deluge
BOSS RC-505 MK1
Strymon BigSky
