The war has created a lot of new poetry, which becomes songs, and creates new works that become films. We still have much more to come... And our enemies will become manure for our earth.
On Friday, we invite you to an evening of poetry of our rage. Because they will not break us or kill us. Because... Taras Hryhorovych said, ‘Our soul does not disappear, our liberty does not disappear, and the hungry will not plough the fields at the bottom of the sea...’
And now we sing ‘How many steps will you take, enemy, across the country
So many of your family will lie in a coffin’
Yesterday was such a lovely poetry evening. There were few of us, but we had the opportunity to share our favourite poetry, learn new names of authors, read our poems...
We also listened to Mykhailo Kukuiuk's poems performed by the author and several songs...
I hope that the poetry allowed us to release our emotions and gain new ones...
