Although Eugen Brikcius (1942) has recently conducted an inventory of his existing work in the field of literature and published a volume of nearly thousand pages called A tělo se stalo slovem (2013), he has added yet another gem to his bibliography. The new collection of poetry has all the qualities and virtues of his ten previous collections. The poet is formally indebted to the traditional model of verse; by the content, he sublimates his deepest passions: being bewitched by a woman, wine, song but also entranced by the institution of reason, by erudition of traditional style which views without difficulty the ancient Greek philosophers, Thomas Aquinas and postmodernists in one line. Brikcius is an Apollonian-Dionysian juggler, a melter of old myths and a moulder of a new myth, the only one that is true – the self-myth. All this he treats both seriously and humorously, in a way that appeals to everyone.