85 years old. Anna J\u00f3kai, Artist of the Nation, Kossuth Grand Prize and Kossuth Prize-winning writer, member of the Hungarian Academy of Arts, and a member of the Hungarian Academy of Arts, and a highly acclaimed artist, passed away in her late teens.<\/p>\n
“His writing career is unlike any other; his conception of life, called spiritual realism, the meeting of the divine and the human, has matured into a moral and literary programme,” reads the MMA’s website.<\/p>\n
He also served as the President of our Foundation from 2001-2004, and his memory will be kept alive.<\/p>\n
Anna<\/span>J\u00f3kai<\/span>: Prayer for Hungary<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n Old God, Great God Old God, Great God Old God, Great God Old God, Great God Old God, Great God Old God, Great God Old God, Great God 1970 – Attila J\u00f3zsef Prize<\/p>\n 1974 – SZOT Prize<\/p>\n 1980 – Pietr\u017eak Prize of the Polish publisher PAX<\/p>\n 1985 – Gold Medal of the Order of Labour<\/p>\n 1992 – Kossuth Prize<\/p>\n 1992 – Central Cross of the Order of Merit of the Republic of Hungary<\/p>\n 1998 – Hungarian Heritage Award<\/p>\n 1999 – CET (Central European Time) award<\/p>\n 1999 – Book of the Year Award<\/p>\n 1999 – Tiszat\u00e1j Prize (Szeged)<\/p>\n 1999 – the VII. honorary citizen of the district<\/p>\n 2000 – Hungarian Prize for Art<\/p>\n 2001 – “Loyalty to the Homeland” Medal of Merit, Political Prisoners’ Association (PEK)<\/p>\n 2002 – Medal of the President of the Republic<\/p>\n 2003 – J\u00e1nos Arany Grand Prix<\/p>\n 2004 – K\u00f6lcsey Memorial Prize (Satu Mare)<\/p>\n 2004 – Prima Primissima Audience Award<\/p>\n 2005 – Knight of Hungarian Culture<\/p>\n 2006 – Stephanus Prize<\/p>\n 2006 – Honorary citizen of Kispest<\/p>\n 2007 – Prince \u00c1rp\u00e1d Prize<\/p>\n 2009 – Award of the Gy\u0151r Book Salon (Gy\u0151r-Moson-Sopron county)<\/p>\n 2011 – “For the Homeland ’56”, National Association of Political Prisoners<\/p>\n 2012 – \u00c1rp\u00e1d Shield<\/p>\n 2012 – Honorary Citizen of J\u00f3zsefv\u00e1ros<\/p>\n 2012 – Honorary Citizen of Budapest<\/p>\n 2012 – Grand Cross of the Hungarian Order of Merit – civilian category<\/p>\n 2013 – Human Dignity Medal (Human Dignity Council Award)<\/p>\n 2014 – Kossuth Grand Prize<\/p>\n 2014 – the National Artist of the Nation Award<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 85 years old. Anna J\u00f3kai, Artist of the Nation, Kossuth Grand Prize and Kossuth Prize-winning writer, member of the Hungarian Academy of Arts, and a member of the Hungarian Academy of Arts, and a highly acclaimed artist, passed away in her late teens. “His writing career is unlike any other; his conception of life, called […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":true,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[16],"yoast_head":"\n
\nlook how we live down here
\nlocked in a boiler
\nwaiting for a miracle
\nfrom bucket to bucket of Hungarians.
\nHere we live neither alive nor dead
\nhurray there’s fish in the bucket
\nwe can bake a spiny little bun
\nthe fresh flesh is already carrying the nimble weasel
\nin a circle in the bush
\nthe eyes of predators flash
\non the fallen herds
\nsacrificial branding.
\n(hush, be quiet, don’t shout,
\nmumble, mumble the prayer)<\/p>\n
\nif not you, who will help?
\nLean feast
\nnova wine was offered
\nand those who drank it
\nthey have all become stupefied.
\n(…be quiet, don’t whine,
\nfeel free to address our stunned country)
\nOld God, Great God
\nfor you today everything yearns
\nwho are snoring all over the place
\nor keep a vigilant watch
\nunder a flat acid rain
\ntrust are equally wet.
\n(…only quietly, all who rebel,
\nin sheepskin costume watching your house)<\/p>\n
\nstrengthen me in the faith
\nthat what is delayed
\nit will not go away
\nYour flock is still alive
\nthough his hair fall.
\n(…just quietly, no use making a racket,
\norphans are even more orphaned with step-parents)<\/p>\n
\nthere is no other hope
\nas your just grace
\nthat You may finally put things in order
\nfor the rest of the country
\ngive me a lively mood
\nthe truncated rest
\nheal it don’t let it
\nbecome a self-killer
\nyou have to find your way home!
\n(…quietly, because I’m under indictment,
\nJanissaries come, put me under the wheel)<\/p>\n
\nnot brought, but carried
\non the blind horse they lied brave
\nunder suba the shepherd has become a cupcake
\nlullaby of a nylon turkey
\nwading us into a lukewarm puddle.
\n(quietly, don’t enjoy the dance,
\nrattle on, rattle on, rattle on the wadded chain)
\nHappy in pain our good old Patron
\nour mountains are stolen, our land for sale
\nwe drown in the smoke of our river cyanide
\nour souls are oppressed by the lack of God
\nintellectuals without measure!
\nexecutioner cynically makes peace with the dead
\nrich rooms with fake peasants
\nthey burn the wheat not the tares
\nwork leader whines, incites
\nworking man running locally here
\nthe homeless man was beaten by a policeman
\nshoppingcenters across the country
\ndirty money has no smell
\nrobbed of weed and became weed itself
\nand the artist? you ask mournfully
\nthey bought the talent
\nweep for them Ancient Mother
\nmercenary money doesn’t smell.
\n(…just quietly, let Christ judge,
\ninfinite time to convert everyone)<\/p>\n
\nwho to follow and who not to follow?
\nMature in the idea but remove the obsession
\nHysteria, hysteria, hysteria, hysteria, hysteria
\nto do the lessons that are set for us
\nlet us not be arrogant nor despair
\nNazi-consciousness, Bolshevik-consciousness
\njust a mask for the Beast
\nthey are tormented anyway
\nthey look at each other
\nevil century gone
\ndifficult years ahead
\nwarm our minds, and make our hearts wise,
\nencourage me that the brotherly war can end
\nwrap this globe in the robe of your Son
\nour sweet country in the midst of it
\nlet real peace replace flatness and bargaining.
\nThrough so many ignominious ages
\nkeep for us your mystical crown.
\n(…only quietly, those with ears to hear,
\nvisible to the seer, the bottom of the sky is cleft)<\/p>\n
\nwhat we want and what we don’t want:
\nlet your law guide
\nso that this small nation does not perish
\ndon’t lose your place on the map
\nnot to be erased from the worldly life forever
\nstir up thy servant the God of the Hungarians
\nclose her eyes, clouded with tears
\nsend it down from on high again to this bloody bloody land
\nkeep his spirit among us now and for ever.
\n(The Advent was too long before the Nativity
\n– because our lives are pretty much spent on it –
\nbefore it’s too late, you say the Amen.)<\/p>\n<\/h3>\n
Major awards and recognitions:<\/h3>\n