Thury Levente gólemkészítő beismerő vallomást tesz önmagáról. Kiállítás a Bálint Közösségi Házban. 1996. Meghívó. Levente Thury, golem-maker, makes a confession. Exhibition in the Bálint Community Centre. 1996. Invitation.

Thury Levente gólemkészítő beismerő vallomást tesz önmagáról. Kiállítás a Bálint Közösségi Házban. 1996. Meghívó. Levente Thury, golem-maker, makes a confession. Exhibition in the Bálint Community Centre. 1996. Invitation.

                    thury levente golemmaker

               makes a full confession on himself

                         with the title

                          E-G-O-L-E-M



               in Bálint Jewish Community Center
                  Budapest, VI. Révay str. 16.

                   between May 25 and June 25
                    every day except Saturday



At the exhibition there are only golems which were prepared long time ago,
but here and now things hang on them which have, shyly and ordinarily, been
in the head and memory storage units of the creator.

The creator now - we don't know why - found a chance to put his stored memories
in any kind of witch balls formed by twigs, rolled by desert winds, into golems
that belong to them and to make comments on them.

The golemmaker, instead of calling himself "I" (as in Hungarian or Jewish) or
"we" (royal, Stalinist or Rákosist plural), calls himself "he" (like writers,
officers, children, Torgyán, insane people) in the following texts.

- The memorial of Jakov Frank - a Jew making pogroms from whom the saying
"the worse the better" comes from, and Sabbatai C'vi, the pseudo-messiah who
became a Muslim.

- The words he heard all over the place. He recognizes all of them, but if he is
asked, he would not find them according to their tellers.

- The apron of her mother in which she cooked, her table cloth she put the food
on, his child-cup in which he got his white coffee, the beret in which his father
masked himself working-class, his uniform hat from Toldi High School which he
only put on at the gate of the school, his undercloth from the time when he was
not a cowboy yet. Some frames with which he should keep his memories together.

- One-minute things for which he had to bend down here and there on the streets,
mainly at the time of junk-clearances, and which interests him more than
Mariahilferstrasses.

- Further things which he has spoiled or used up before, a plank from which he
should have made something because it was nice and because in the pile of junks
it carried the Communist membership card of the social democrat Elemér Chrudinák,
a tram-conductor from 1948.

- He remembers Bricks, the great English train robber, and the great leaders who
sometimes, as they say, suspended their morals for the sake of an idea.

- Landscapes seen from windows and then left behind, pictures and sentences from
books, orders and wishes he agreed or disagreed. The written warning of form-master
József Antall (who always stood up for the kids), a lost passport with the traces
of border-crossings, his membership card for the Communist Youth Organization,
which was a must for entering the college, and a bank account number in München
under his name.

- The bag and photos of his grandmother (who resembled Brigitte Bardot) and her
glasses, with which she read Victor Hugo when she was ninety, and in which he
can still smell the garlic smell of the flat of he old lady, the garlic she ate
against heart-problems. And the photo of his three-year-old father: a little boy
in a skirt, as it was a habit those days.

- The knitted hat made by his aunt from remaining knitting wool which identifies
him with the black guys being outside the society, the soil from the Carmel Mountains
in Jerusalem from his uncle in order to put it under his head in the coffin, a little
soil from the family cemetery in Auschwitz and Nyírderzs.

Moreover, the golemmaker announces that he intends to create more golems which would
serve for holding or which shall animate the enormous pile of mementos he keeps with
extra care, as they constitute a large part of his personality.

Later on.


                                        Levente Thury