Linhart for the third time! And for the second time in Central Europe: after Vienna, Lviv. (Aberystwyth nicely frames and conducts everything from a distance: like the third one in the back, like the fourth musketeer.) Language plays a major role once again. Playful and restless, full of energy and liberated fantasies. Moreover, right in the lion's mouth. That is, pirouettes on the edge of a knife. Text with the highest degree of personal guarantee. Linhart has never known any other way. He has always felt best in a short, swirling connection. In such a private creative whirlwind that rushes along the edge or directly on the back of history. What name is significant here? Place, time, and memory. What adjectives? Perhaps bohemian, perhaps underground. From the verbs, then think, dream, and write. However, always with the proverbial insurance of comedy. "Can someone tell me exactly when morning begins and when evening ends?" Radim Kopáč
