Hudák’s poetry is about seeing the mad music, about restless, torturing nights, about desperate night phone calls with an unknown voice, about searching for water in time of greatest thirst and about becoming drunk into darkness in order to personally feel the nothingness, maybe in order to find the happiness in this way.
His poetry smells of black irony towards madness, the most disgusting atrocity wrought by humanity. And to such a degree that person is often shaken by it. When it deals with other people’s child, it seems to be like with own child. Psychological horror is horror of indefinite vision as when a hanged man goes around the house in which remained his rope. And so not the hanged man, but the rope scares us, because the horror of expectation scares more than horror of blood.
Radovan Brenkus
In his poems often turns himself into the past to have better understanding the savageness inside of human floating in the wild stream of the present day. He moved with a playful easy of a curious wanderer in a different space of time to bring out the worrying doubts with a combined imagery. Irritated by the idea of unknown: the modernized future and anchoring man in it. Already his debut Peach twilight was based at home deep-rooted position as a fundamental, unquestionable value.
Miroslav Brück
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