Exupéryments

Let’s allow the most qualified person to speak about Pepson’s third collection of poetry, the writer and actor of the Jára Cimrman Theatre, Miloň Čepelka: “The author still longs for love and allows himself to be wounded by it, yet he knows that pain is fruitful. And he sees with ever-growing urgency how the world is full of deception, cruelty, hypocrisy. And against them, full of dreams. Contradiction upon contradiction. When he uncovers and names one, others are immediately on the horizon. But that’s how it is and how it should be. The paths to truth are thorny, and truth is mysterious and distant, whether we seek it in others or in ourselves. He asked me if this or that word wasn’t perhaps too lofty. Is life truly the most beautiful war? I believe it is. And I have nothing against noble concepts, as long as they are lived. I am grateful to him for his ability to invert banality and 'bahnalita' (a neologism combining 'bahno' - mud/mire and banality). That he seeks harmony in hormones, that his summer meadow is 'včelijakou' (all sorts of ways), and that he hears roses calling to the Sun God, 'You bring us to bloom!', without fortunately discerning whether they are giving thanks or complaining. Most likely both. Because beauty lies in ambiguity, not in certainty. Though we must never overlook that in the footsteps of a beloved woman, wolf’s poppies grow and bloom. Likewise, the question of whether loneliness is lighter on the Moon is a legitimate one. And although people today don’t go out of their way for poetry, it is also true that with every poem, we are closer to You, God. Please go back, browse from the beginning as if for the first time, find the words and even whole sentences highlighted here again. I am convinced that, armed with this heightened attention, you will thank the cheeky poet from the bottom of your heart at the end of the book.”