“With his second book, Michal Tallo proves that he is one of the most outstanding voices in our contemporary poetry.”
- Derek Rebro, Vlna Magazine
"A story of love written with precision and beauty, accompanied by an equally enchanting book design: Michal Tallo’s second poetry collection showcases his talent and the courage to live his own life."
- Mila Haugová, Pravda Newspaper
“Tallo’s 'Antimita' doesn’t suffer from the instability typical of debuts or any other expected weaknesses of a first book; on the contrary, I would (cautiously) say that it is one of the most impressive phenomena in our poetry at the moment.”
-Matúš Mikšík, Knižná revue / The Book Revue
Michal Tallo (born 1993) is a writer, translator and radio presenter from Slovakia. Writing in Slovak and English, he is the author of three books of poetry: Antimita (Antimacy, 2016), Δ (Delta, 2018) and Kniha tmy (The Book of Darkness, 2022). His most recent work is a short story collection titled Všetko je v poriadku, všade je láska (Everything’s Fine, Love Is Everywhere, 2024), which won the 2024 Tatra Banka Foundation Prize. Tallo’s poems and short stories have been translated into several languages. In recent years, he was awarded various writers’ residencies (Norway, Poland, Czech Republic) and presented his work at many international festivals . He is the coordinator of Básne SK/CZ poetry prize and the chief editor of Lentikular - a poetry imprint of Brak publishing house. In 2020, Tallo was nominated for the international Václav Burian Poetry Prize. Apart from his own writing, he has translated Andrew McMillan’s poetry collections Physical and Playtime, McMillan's novel Pity and Seán Hewitt’s memoir All Down Darkness Wide into Slovak.
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Poems from Antimita (Antimacy)
translated by John Minahane
b.
eventually you’ll meet him anyhow, walking the opposite way through his town,
you’re hurrying to the station, off, back home, after six days
of unannounced stay, you didn’t know whether to admit
to the need to declare
yourself, the desire to see and be seen,
eventually you’ll meet him anyhow, appearing the same as a year ago,
he’ll look at you and there’s nothing
in that, a reflection of a shiny advertising panel,
he won’t slow down or speed up, and you also will not,
and also there’s nothing in that, you know only
that he sees you,
that he knows
you see him
nausea
your view is broad, you have certainty in majority opinion, you need make
no surveys, the physical features are tangible, and hence
objectively measurable, leanness, hairiness of limbs,
length of fingers, set of the lower jaw, and curve of the brow ridge,
and with these compare the atopic eczema carried on into adulthood,
that man
furthermore came and stated something else, did not agree, he cannot be right,
his perception is twisted and disturbed, it departs from the norm,
he would touch you,
in your version vis-à-vis touching (you) there is universal
and on request documentable in detail
disgust