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I am in the possession of 300 pages of her poems, and sometimes I like to quote from them. They are very intimate rhymes that changed along with our relationship. It is terminated in total exhaustion, when our correspondence echoed with the unbearable sound of the gnashing of teeth. At the same time her poetry developed. It started as playful heresy and ironically recited anger. It ended in spine-chilling, ritual romanticism—a sister vision of a Czech writer Jiří Karásek from Lvovice and the American writer H.P. Lovecraft. In the middle of murderous sentences Jakubčíková, doesn’t forget to suggest, in good humor, that “God is slightly decadent” and that “Funny are those romantic sighs–they can be quartered by reason.” That was in 2002. Only two years later I, read all the correspondence. And again I felt an unpleasant spine-chilling.
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